Superman

Two days ago.

Berlin, Underground Research Institute, War Room.

The holy general was staring at the war zone map hung on the wall with his hands behind his hands, frowning tightly.

After Siegfried got rid of the arrogant and blind head of state, he became the new leader of the Third Reich.

Although the process was not smooth, there were many opponents-after all, the Austrian mustache does not have any other strengths, and there is indeed a good brainwashing technique, and there are many diehard fans.

"A bunch of idiots who can't think but only follow blindly. How can they see the future of the empire!"

The holy general sneered.

"Fortunately, you are on my side, Guderian, not to leave me alone."

He turned around and looked at the serious man playing with the military sandbox.

The opponent's name is "Heinz-William Guderian", nicknamed "Imperial Eagle", and he is an excellent general who can be as famous as Manstein and Rommel.

It was this person who helped the holy general stabilize the situation and did not allow the huge empire to fall apart.

"I once reminded him that it is foolish to use armored soldiers to attack Kursk, which has a solid defense."

Guderian said blankly.

"But the head of state always likes to act according to his own ideas. He does not have any strategic vision and does not understand military command at all. His talent in this area is not even as good as art painting."

The holy general nodded with deep conviction. He and Guderian had naively believed that the Führer could take the Third Reich in a better direction.

Unfortunately, the facts proved that the Austrian hillbilly was not good.

"We all want to build a stronger and better empire. Now, the opportunity is here."

The holy general said eagerly.

He regarded Guderian as an ally, and it is well-known that the German general was at odds with the Führer.

The opponent had blatantly disobeyed the orders of the Supreme Leader of the Third Reich, refused to shoot Soviet prisoners of war, and was unwilling to be an executioner for the massacre of civilians.

Even during the Battle of Moscow, in order to preserve the strength of the army and the lives of soldiers, they made a move to retreat regardless of Berlin's instructions.

Leading to the furious head of state, Guderian was dismissed directly into the reserve.

But the dark humor is that after Stalingrad's fiasco, the arrogant head of state had to reactivate the opponent.

The Third Reich cannot be without Guderian, and no one can replace him.

This is a consensus reached by many people.

After all, after Manstein was fired and Rommel committed suicide by taking poison, there was no better choice.

"From your point of view, Guderian, what shall we do next?"

The holy general asked humbly.

Although he also graduated from a military academy, he was far behind the serious man in front of him in terms of strategic vision and command ability.

"The empire is already in a mess, and it is difficult for us to recover our disadvantages. Fortunately, you have created three'battleship-class' Aryan Supermen."

Guderian thought seriously, and said solemnly: "So far, they are invincible weapons."

"So, I suggest to launch three attacks with three "battleship classes" as the core."

"We can form three battle groups-led by Sieglind, Siegmund, and Siegfried."

The holy general listened attentively. He had long been thinking about expanding the strategic advantage of the Third Reich.

It was just that the supporters of the old school and the head of state stumbled, leaving the allies a chance to develop.

"Send Zieglind to the northwest and launch an assault along the coast against Belgium. You know, Model's pocket in the Ruhr area was recently broken. Many German soldiers were held in a nearby concentration camp and rescued them. After they come out, they can continue to advance and strive to destroy the supply of Western Allies in Belgium."

Guderian made gestures on the map and said calmly and wisely: "Sending Sigmund to the east will not give the Soviet army any chance to regain its strength. They are tenacious enemies and the confidant of the empire. ."

"At the same time, let Siegfried carry out precision strikes on the oil fields in Romania and Ploiest, regaining some industrial core areas, as well as the most important fuel storage sites."

"In this way, the empire can be stabilized from the edge of collapse, and the Western Allies are temporarily unable to launch a counterattack-as long as we have a chance to breathe, we will be able to slowly clean up the mess."

For Guderian's opinion, the Holy General attaches great importance to it.

He asked the opponent to carefully formulate a strategy for combat, and then ended the conversation.

"Baron, what do you think?"

When Guderian left the war room, the holy general asked, facing the compartment.

A shady man with a monocle appeared slowly.

"Guderian has a good idea, but he overlooked a little."

The shady man, who was the observer, had a sarcastically smile on his mouth, and said softly: "The Allies have also received the'Blood of Warden'. It won't be long before they will be able to master the biotechnology to make Aryan Superman!"

"The empire is right on the side that can't hold back time. We can only take the lead in attacking, destroying the enemy, and stifling the threat in the cradle-so that we can get a trace of life."

The holy general was silent and did not immediately express his position.

He is just a scientist and has no experience as an empire leader.

Even the three Aryan Supermen of the "battleship class" listened to their own words.

But it is still very difficult to completely control a country by virtue of power and force.

Those conservatives in the army, loyal supporters of the head of state, and party members, they will not tolerate a guy hiding in a laboratory and rarely setting foot on the battlefield to take the position of leader.

What's more, political struggles and writing bad checks are not the strengths of the holy general.

Therefore, in order to stabilize the situation, he first contacted Guderian and regarded the German star as the first ally to win.

But this is not enough!

Political power must be involved in order to completely silence Berlin.

So, the holy general thought of Hydra.

Originally, with the defeat of Red Skull and the fall of the headquarters, this huge organization should have collapsed.

But the results of things are often beyond most people's expectations.

The power of the Red Skull was eliminated, and other factions took over most of the resources, leaving only an empty shell to the Strategic Science Corps.

This tenacious organization has not weakened, but has grown stronger.

"Holy General, I must remind you."

The shady man took out his chair and sat down, tilted his legs and said, "We helped you clear the obstacles and threw all those who disagree into prison."

"Guderian can't convince the diehards of the old school, and he can't let the army take orders from you. All this is the result of Hydra."

"General, how much of your'Woden's Blood' is left? I remember that the female spy whose real name is Stephanie bombed a production factory before she fled. The researcher under your hand was killed and injured a lot. For that ancient document Deciphering is even more stagnant."

"Your time is running out. Without the help of Hydra, the Third Reich would be disintegrated by the Allies sooner or later."

The words of the yin-bird man seemed to pierce the holy general's heart deeply like an awl.

He still maintained a cold expression, but his attitude was not as rigid as before, and he said in a slow tone: "Then Baron Straker, please tell me, what is the price?"

"Let the Third Reich be all over the banner of Hydra!"

The shady man smiled.

"And, make us an Aryan Superman."

"As long as you do this, you will be an ally of Hydra, and we will let you sit firmly on the throne of power under your ass."

There was a trace of vigilance in the eyes of the holy general, and the related technology of "Woden's Blood" was his only bargaining chip.

No matter what, they can't be handed over easily.

"Don't worry, General. I don't have any plans to covet the'Brude Zerg' transformation technology, I just want a superman."

The shady man patted his palms, and a tall man wearing a mask walked out of the compartment.

"This is my latest masterpiece. He has a firm will, a strong physique-more importantly, he is extremely loyal to the empire and to the Hydra!"

The tall man's eyes were hollow. He immediately raised his arms and shouted, "Long live the Hydra!"