I Don’t Need Nazis I Chapter 30:

September 6, 1938

Berlin, Northern Germany, a mansion owned by Hjalmar Schacht With the Abwehr's withdrawal due to the risk of being discovered by the SD if they continued their sabotage operation, signs of a disturbance began to appear clearly in the Sudetenland.

We had our feet to the fire.

“What about mobilizing the Stahlhelm?”

“We still need more ti. At least two more weeks…”

To Count Blunthal's words, Lieutenant Colonel Oster answered firmly.

“Cut it down to one week.”

“…I'll try.”

As the working-level officials of the great undertaking, we were busily coordinating the schedule.

“How are things on your end, Lieutenant Colonel?”

“It's just as you said, Captain.

The evidence of the Nazi bastards' corruption is so easy to find it's anticlimactic. But…”

Evidence of corruption alone won't be enough.

To shake the high support for the Nazis, we need proof that would be repulsive to any ordinary person just by looking at it.

“Yes, I know.

That part will only be obtainable on the day of the great undertaking.”

“…Are you sure it even exists?”

“Yes.

I'm sure. I've finished cross-verifying the employees who work there.”

Of course, with no ti, that's not actually true. This is sothing I only know because I'm from the future.

Lieutenant Colonel Oster stared at , but soon nodded.

“Good.

I have my doubts, but we have no ti, so I'll trust you.”

“Thank you.”

The Holocaust, the Final Solution for the Jewish people, had not yet been implented.

It would be hard to get an effect as dramatic as publicly exposing the extermination camps, but for that very reason, if we can reveal a weakness that even the Nazis haven't grasped, it's a gamble worth taking.

While Count Blunthal, Lieutenant Colonel Oster, and I were busy reviewing the plan, I glanced over to see Director Erich Kordt, who was always suggesting ideas with a relaxed and affable attitude, standing there blankly, completely speechless.

“Are you all right, Director?”

“Huh, wha? Yes? Ah, yes.

I'm fine. Haha… Of course I'm fine.”

Director Kordt snapped to his senses, looking embarrassed. The reason he was acting like this was…

“I've received consent from the Frankfurter Zeitung headquarters.

Just give

the evidence, and I'll distribute it throughout Germany in a day.”

The only woman here, Reporter Claudia Jung, said with a confident smile.

“Uh, so… Reporter… you approached our Ministry of Foreign Affairs as a spy…? You got along so naturally with Minister Ribbentrop I thought you were a Nazi sympathizer… I-I-I just thought you were an attractive woman…”

Director Kordt even stuttered, still in disbelief.

“My, how naive.

Is our Ministry of Foreign Affairs going to be okay like this?”

Claudia whispered in my ear, and I had a hard ti holding back my laughter.

No, no matter how I look at it, I think you're the problem, Reporter.

As we began preparing for the operation in earnest, I took the plunge and invited her.

Rather than committing suicide by acting crazy, blowing off Hitler's head, and praying the German people would side with us, it's better to prepare to receive the press's cooperation from the start.

Above all, to avoid the situation of ousting Hitler only to hand Germany over to the royalist militarists and see the military run wild again, the great undertaking must have the contribution of civilian forces.

And a very decisive one at that.

Lieutenant Colonel Oster was hesitant at first about my suggestion to have a liberal journalist join us, but after eting her through my arrangent, he imdiately agreed to the invitation.

Of course, to the conservative High Command, she was reported as rely an agent who records things on a typewriter.

“Lieutenant Colonel Tresckow, what's the status of the operation's deploynt?”

“I've reported it to the Berlin General Staff Headquarters. During the plan's execution, the working-level officials must at least remain in Berlin.

You're my adjutant, Schacht.”

“Thank you!”

As the activation of the Sudetenland invasion plan lood, each unit was already being sequentially deployed to the front line.

My War Academy batchmate and a mber of General Model's faction, Captain Michael, had already moved to the front line.

If even I, a working-level official of the plan, were to go to the front line, the plan couldn't proceed, so Lieutenant Colonel Tresckow, who belongs to the Berlin General Staff Headquarters, is making

his adjutant to keep

in Berlin.

“…Seems to be going smoothly, Lieutenant Colonel Oster.”

“We will proceed without a hitch, General Witzleben.”

As the commander of the Berlin-Brandenburg Military District's Defense Division, General of the Infantry Erwin von Witzleben was in charge of the core of this plan.

The temporary paralysis that would spread through the Nazi governnt when the Führer's Residence is raided—how effectively Witzleben suppresses the SS at that mont will determine the success or failure of this operation and the state of affairs of the ensuing civil war.

Hitler wasn't that concerned about his own safety yet.

During the plans for the invasion of Czechoslovakia and Poland, he mostly placed generals who opposed him or didn't align with the Nazi Regi in the rear area, where it was difficult to earn military rit.

From Hitler and the Nazis' perspective, they intended to let their favored commanders earn military rit by placing them in units advancing on the front line, but this simultaneously revealed a fatal flaw.

It was later than one might think that Hitler began to shuttle only between his villa and the Wolf's Lair (Wolfschanze), obsessing over his safety with paranoia.

It only happened after the SD, which had been absorbed in fabricating a justification for war against Czechia and Poland, turned its eyes inward after the war began and started to detect signs of the resistance force.

Therefore, we must not miss this opportunity.

The mont when Heydrich and the SD are busy working under the orders of Hitler and the Nazis, blinded by their greedy ambition for territorial expansion, is the best ti for us.

General Witzleben nodded to Lieutenant Colonel Oster, then turned his gaze toward , who was in the middle of an exchange with Claudia.

I reflexively straightened my posture and saluted him.

“Captain Schacht…”

My persuasion at the last eting was about half-successful.

Honestly, since I was prepared to cooperate only through working-level etings after being kicked out of the gathering, even that was a success beyond my expectations.

The High Command gave permission to continue contact with Britain, but also to establish a plan that could proceed without a British declaration of war in preparation for an 'ergency'.

Of course, it wasn't a confirmation that we would execute it, but just leaving open the option that we could carry out the great undertaking without Britain's help once we've made a viable plan and finished preparations is huge progress compared to before.

The only problem is that I've been thoroughly branded an insolent captain by people like Chief of the General Staff Halder and Doctor Goerdeler, who never liked

to begin with.

General Witzleben slowly approached

and patted my shoulder.

“There's a lot of assessnt that you're impertinent, but.

.”

I gulped without realizing it, but thankfully, Witzleben didn't show any particular dislike for .

“At least, I can clearly see that you properly understand the importance of this great undertaking and are showing passion. …Keep up the good work.”

“Thank you, General!”

Witzleben returned my salute and sent a sowhat displeased look toward Claudia, but she deflected it lightly with an impeccably charming smile.

That part of her is truly amazing…

Witzleben left first.

That man also joins Colonel Stauffenberg's Operation Valkyrie later on, and gets executed by hanging.

That's the kind of thing we're doing.

If we succeed, we'll liberate Germany from the evil clutches of the Nazis, but if we fail, we'll all die.

“…Captain?”

She, a civilian who willingly agreed to risk her life, might suffer a terrible fate if we fail.

too, and everyone here who is risking their lives and beliefs.

…We absolutely cannot fail.

“Ah, my apologies. I was lost in thought for a mont.

Let's continue.”

Hearing my words, Claudia gave a subtle smile and said.

“Hmph- And here I thought you were admiring my face.”

Snickers erupted from here and there.

W-Wait. Did Lieutenant Colonel Oster just laugh?!

“Hoo… Let's work, Reporter.”

“Yes, yes-”

Until this mont, I thought everything was going smoothly.

-

September 13.

A large-scale protest by Germans finally broke out in the Sudetenland. But Czechoslovakia declared martial law and ruthlessly suppressed the protest in a single day.

Amid the military's desperate opposition, Hitler finally ordered the invasion of Czechoslovakia, and with France declaring it would intervene the mont the German Military set foot on the Czechoslovakian border, the incident spiraled for the worse.

We imdiately requested permission from the High Command to execute the operation.

But because those indecisive leaders only gave their permission as evening was ending, we had to move urgently to make it in ti.

The problem erupted the very next day.

September 14. An article was published stating that the British Pri Minister Neville Chamberlain would visit Germany for negotiations, and Chief of the General Staff Franz Halder ordered the operation to halt before it was even lunchti.

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September 15, 1938

Berlin, Northern Germany, the Berlin General Staff Headquarters

“Halder, you cowardly bastard!”

“Schacht, we're in front of the General Staff Headquarters! Please, calm down!”

I was so furious I had co all the way to the General Staff Headquarters, but Lieutenant Colonel Tresckow was holding

back.

Damn it, right now that idiot Chamberlain is having talks with Hitler, basically offering to hand over the Sudetenland!

“Do I look like I can calm down!? Look at this!”

I unfolded the written orders that had been delivered to

and showed them to Lieutenant Colonel Tresckow.

That fucking bastard Franz Halder, when we kept requesting permission to execute the operation, must have been worried we'd act without permission, so he issued a transfer order to easy-target !

And to a main attack unit in the direction of Silesia, far away from Berlin, at that!

“Schacht, calm down. I know this is an unfair order, but…”

“Halder, you swinish bastard! Get out here now!!”

Does that idiot even know what he's just done!

The only chance to stop World War II, Germany's, mankind's great catastrophe! And he ruins it like this?!

But, just as I was spewing profanities for all to hear, Lieutenant Colonel Tresckow punched

in the face.

“Schacht. Acting like this right now is not helping us at all.”

“…Fuck… Shitty… Halder… Fucking bastard…”

I know it too. It's not like that bastard Halder is going to pop out and change the written orders or do anything.

But the fact that no one understands what a disastrous result that petty bastard's pathetic act will bring.

It's so, so…

Damn it, to think I'm sniveling and crying in front of the General Staff Headquarters.

In this lousy world, the fact that I'm the only one who knows this is so fucking shitty…

Tresckow dragged

right out from among the people who were whispering as they watched us, walked for a while, and entered an alleyway.

“…Schacht.

I saw for myself how passionately you clung to this. But still, this isn't right.

Whatever we're doing, your duty is that of a soldier. The superiors don't know what you're doing.

Now that the written orders have co down, you have to follow them.”

“Ha… I'm sorry, Lieutenant Colonel.”

“The plan is almost complete. Trust the others a little.”

I thought it was just one more step, but I never imagined I'd run into such a lousy obstacle there.

Is it really possible with just them? The anxiety doesn't fade.

“Schacht, we talked about it in Vienna. That you'd rather die than see the fatherland's ruin.

…You're not the only one with that resolve.”

“…I'm sorry, Lieutenant Colonel.

I… made an unseemly scene.”

“…No.

I'm the one who dragged you into this. Thinking about it now, I wonder why I brought such a troublemaker along…”

Lieutenant Colonel Tresckow let out a small laugh as he spoke, but he grabbed my shoulder and said.

“I'm sorry this is all we amount to. You did your best.

Leave the rest to us.”

In the original history, Lieutenant Colonel Oster's conspiracy ends as just a conspiracy.

The High Command, after wavering back and forth, ultimately failed to carry out the operation.

“Please tell Lieutenant Colonel Oster.

No matter what, the great undertaking must be carried out.”

“…I will.

I'll be sure to tell him.”

But the operation was already out of my hands.

If there is a god who dropped

here, please, just this once. Just this ti.

To have co this far, with just one step left, and all I can do is pray.