I Became Stalin?! Chapter 155:

Chapter 155

Model didnt know that the Soviet army was after his neck because of him.

No, he himself was the one who was being chased by the Soviets.

In just two years, the Soviet army had transford from a ragtag bunch to a formidable force.

If he had known that the weaklings he faced in June of '41 would change so much

No, I shouldnt have invaded the Soviet Union in the first place.

In the brutal war, the elite soldiers of the German army were consud and disappeared from the battlefield. They couldnt use those who had lost their arms, legs, or eyes as active soldiers.

They had to train soldiers from the rear units or assign them to paperwork, and drag out the administrative soldiers or staff officers who were in their original positions to the front lines.

And that wasnt the end of it. Model recalled the ti he went to the hospital to visit the wounded soldiers.

Walter? Walter Model?

Who dares to call the na of the commander-in-chief so casually!

As he walked around the ward, soone called his na.

All the eyes in the ward were drawn to him.

At the end of it, there was an old and haggard wounded soldier who was staring at Model with wide eyes.

Model frowned and scrutinized his familiar face.

Im Hans Muller! Hans from the Domgymnasium in Naumburg! Walter, I cant believe youve beco like this. Its unbelievable!

Tha that bastard!

The staff and guards around him were furious, but Model stopped them when he heard the na of his alma mater.

And finally, he was able to recognize him after digging up his vague childhood mories.

He thought there was no way he would be here.

Teacher? Hans teacher?

Yes! Its you, Walter!

The old man in his sixties looked at his forr student who had aged much more than he had. Model was speechless.

Didnt you stay out of the last war because you were too old, teacher?

Thats right.

He said that, but he ran to hug his old teacher and found himself in a very awkward situation.

The teachers loose right sleeve couldnt reach out to his beloved student. Hans teacher hesitated for a mont and then blurted out.

I gave it to the country.

Tears welled up in his eyes. He couldnt say anything. Model silently hugged his old teacher who had grown old.

The people around them were also dumbfounded.

It was a touching reunion of a teacher and a student in the hospital. But if the student was a fifty-year-old field commander and the teacher was a sixty-sothing old man, was this a cody or a tragedy?

This war, where the young people were all dead and the old and the children were dragged into the war.

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I saw you in the newspapers sotis, but I thought you were a nasake. Now I see it.

Ha ha It just happened.

The son of a shy teacher who went to Domgymnasium had beco a veteran of a hundred battles. Hans teacher shook his head as if he couldnt believe the reports. He poured himself another cup of coffee with an awkward gesture.

Its hard to have a cup of coffee in the rear. This is the first decent coffee Ive had in a long ti

He said that and put a lot of sugar and cream in his coffee. Model knew it too. The rear was short of everything.

They had brought down Britain and opened the sea route, but the national budget was in deficit.

The regi forced the people to buy war bonds.

Almost all the foreign currency they could get was requisitioned to buy the war materials that had skyrocketed in price.

And that wasnt enough.

The military production was also hampered.

As the commander-in-chief of the eastern front, Model started to look at the data from there and bit his lip.

But how old are you, teacher?

Heh, the country told to co out, so I had to. I think they dragged out because there was no soldier in my house. Im worried about my grandson, who has no one to take care of him

What? Didnt you have a son, teacher?

He died.

Oops, he asked a stupid question. Model flinched.

The teacher closed his eyes slightly and savored the taste of the strong and sweet coffee he hadnt had in a long ti.

And Model had to taste the bitter and heavy guilt.

By the way, what is your leader thinking? Making sothing like that.

What? What are you talking about?

That, that thing. The anti-aircraft tower?

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Whats the problem with that? If we dont have enough fighters, we have to use whatever ans we can, dont we?

Yes, yes, of course, leader. But

Lately, there were hardly any people who expressed their opinions to the leader.

The fear of being dragged to the factory if they said a word of dissent to the absolute power that the leader had gained dominated the people.

The rule of terror, that word best described Germany today.

But now, in this situation, they had so conscience left in so corner of their minds that they couldnt say nothing.

But this is a serious war cri

Cri? Did you say cri now!

Eek! The leaders voice rose and everyone shrank.

The brave ones had already left on their own or been insulted and executed.

Model was too busy overseeing the eastern front and didnt know what was going on in the rear.

There was no one who could stop him after all the people who could speak the truth to the leader had disappeared.

Cri is defined by the winners. If we win, we can justify whatever we did in front of history! Do you think they didnt commit any cris? But who will rember that after we win!

No one could open their mouths to the leaders arrogant words in front of history.

They had already experienced chemical weapons, including poison gas, in the last war.

They closed their eyes tightly. Was that nightmare of a trench war going to repeat itself?

And besides, the leader ordered the SS Sanitation Corps to develop biological weapons as soon as possible.

We will win if we stall for ti! We just need to buy a little ti!

Everyone who knew already knew. The president kept talking about a giant bomb that would wipe out the inferior races.

He was so deluded by his absurd nonsense that he invested millions, maybe billions of marks in it.

He lost the Azores, had no fighter planes to defend the mainland from air raids, and was pushed back to the original borders after losing most of the occupied territories.

And yet, he said we just needed a little more ti.

Has the president finally lost his mind

The prophet who once earned his trust by mocking France and Britain and seizing the dominance of the oceans, the leader of the German nation, was no more.

He was like a senile and incompetent king who clung to the elixir of immortality as he aged and died.

Everyone looked at him with contempt as he spouted nonsense.

Any complaints?

Then please let us release the prisoners who are assigned to the anti-aircraft towers! This is not only torture for them, but also

Shut up!

What shocked the people was not the fact that he ordered the production of biological weapons.

He ordered them to build anti-aircraft towers to protect the cities from enemy air raids.

He mobilized countless citizens to build the towers, only to realize that they were not immune to the enemys attacks.

He lacked steel and concrete, so the towers were bound to be flimsy. And he ordered them to tie up prisoners and Jews on top of them.

The people, especially the comrades, could not attack the towers where they were used as human shields.

When he saw so results from the few towers where he had placed the human shields, he ordered all the towers to have a certain number of criminals on them.

That category included Jews who had not yet been sent to the factories and Soviet prisoners who were deed unfit for forced labor.

Theyre nothing but vermin who only consu food, arent they? We only placed those who sabotaged us with malice!

But what about the morale of the people

That damned defeatism! I will not forgive anyone who incites defeatism!

The people who realized that the president would not listen to any words of war cris or morality chose silence.

The rebuttal that the people would be shocked and demoralized by the sight was branded with the magic mark of defeatism.

They all left the eting room after listening to the presidents cheerful speech.

Most of them had given up hope of doing anything, and the eting was nothing but a formality.

They just relayed the presidents pressure and orders to their subordinates.

Lately, after these etings, the president always called Heisenberg.

Doctor, doctor, please how much longer?

Your Excellency, please wait for one more year!

Lately, the president, who had been taking more pervitin, scread and kicked with bloodshot eyes.

The secretaries and guards tried to calm him down by touching his body, and then it was Heisenbergs turn.

Your Excellency, according to your orders, all the staff of our laboratory are working with utmost effort and enthusiasm to complete Project Spandau as soon as possible! But realistically, without more ti

One year is too late! Who knows when those damned inferior races will push into Berlin! Bombs are already falling in the German Empire Ughahaha

I will do my best, Your Excellency!

The president seed to be howling. The guards looked at him with boredom. They had seen this for a year, and it was understandable. Heisenberg could only say that he would do his best every ti.

Nothing was actually happening.

I see I see please develop it as soon as possible we will try to stop the filthy inferior races from coming in sohow

Thank you, Your Excellency!

If we have gas and bacteria, we might be able to stop them for a while Doctor, you have to speed up the research and developnt!

Heisenberg was speechless. He knew from the newspapers what the scientists in Japan were doing. And Germany was doing the sa?

Of course, he could not do much.

There were plenty of people who advised and counseled the president, and if they had reached this point even after they had spoken, there was nothing a single scholar could do.

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heisenberg left the presidents office with a Nazi salute and hurried ho. He was terrified by the eyes that followed him.

Daddy!

Papa, papa!

Oh? Honey, you ca ho early today?

His children and pregnant wife ran out to see him, who had been working late and overnight.

He was already the father of five children, and the children clung to him for the attention of their father they had not seen.

Kids just a mont, just a mont Lisa! Can you get my fountain pen?

Okay. Whats wrong? You look urgent

And he was indeed urgent, so Heisenberg rushed into his study. His whole body was shaking. He mistyped the password twice in front of the safe and typed it with his trembling hand.

Honey, whats going on?

Just a mont! Just leave alone for a mont!

Heisenberg, who shouted angrily to the point of surprising himself, took out a bundle of letters from the safe and started writing a letter with the fountain pen his wife gave him.

The bundle of letters had the places and thods to contact him in case he wanted to defect. He slowly chewed on the thods written in the letter and wrote down what he wanted to say. Of course, Heisenbergs brilliant brain rembered the codes in the letter exactly. His trembling hand just couldnt keep up.

He wrote the wrong letters and scratched them several tis, and Heisenberg finished one letter.

Ah and P.S

P.S What should I write

The VIP has given a terrible order.

Whew. He barely finished the letter and stuffed the paper into the envelope without waiting for it to dry properly.

He threw the bundle of letters he had received into the fireplace and said to his wife, who looked at him with a dumbfounded expression.

Im going to mail a letter. You

Yes?

You pack your bags as soon as possible. Contact your parents too and take only the valuables.

A few days later, the letter arrived. With two burly n. They greeted Heisenberg in flawless German.

Good day, Doctor. Are you ready?

Honey, what is this

Trust . Lets go.

Heisenberg knew very well. What he was making himself. And that Germany would develop nuclear weapons much later than the Soviet Union.

He hoped that nuclear weapons would never be used, but when he heard the presidents words about trying gas and germ warfare, he had a hunch.

There would be a massive retaliation.

The Nazi regi had crossed the line long ago.

It was ridiculous to try to stop the air raids by hanging prisoners on the anti-aircraft towers.

Now the retribution would co. Heisenberg hugged his children and urged them to flee.