Imperial Overlord

In the wolf den of the Third Empire, Li Le, who had just visited the supply line, was doing some indoor exercises to exercise.

Although his body is in his 50s in name, his health may be at most 40 years old, or in terms of actual age, he may only be in his 30s.

This is an inexplicable advantage that he brought after crossing over. Although it does not conform to the scientific explanation, the crossing itself does not conform to the scientific explanation, doesn't it?

So he often does some exercises indoors, such as sit-ups and push-ups, and takes his guards to the woods outside for a walk every morning.

It is unrealistic to walk into the woods, because a large number of mines are laid here, and there is no difference between walking into the woods and committing suicide.

Who would have thought that the most powerful head of state of the Third Reich had been living in this forest for almost two months, during which he rarely returned to Berlin or went to other places, and regarded it as his second home.

While doing the 100th sit-up, Bowman walked in and saw that the Fuehrer was exercising on a special reclining chair, so he quickly found a towel from the side.

The vest, emblazoned with the Imperial Eagle emblem, had the edge soaked with sweat and looked a powerful aesthetic.

Of course, Li Le, a future person who has traveled through, can't develop muscles in a short period of time, but he can ensure his own health, and there is no problem at all.

"What's the matter?" Li Le straightened up from the reclining chair, took the towel handed over by Bowman, wiped the sweat from his face, and said.

"My head of state! The news just came from the front that Leningrad is ours." Bowman said, reporting to the head of state in front of him.

Hearing the good news, Li Le nodded, handed the towel back to Bowman, and instructed: "Then repair it as soon as possible and use it as a port!"

"Another thing...my head of state." Bauman stood beside Li Le and said, "Call from the front line, they found the military cap of Marshal Voroshilov on the battlefield, and several others were deliberately killed. Burnt corpse."

"You mean, we may have killed another Soviet marshal?" Li Le looked at Bowman and asked.

Bowman thought for a while before answering, "Maybe it's not Voroshilov, and we have no way to confirm it, so we can only speculate."

At this time, Leningrad was still in ruins, and there were many unidentifiable corpses there, and many corpses waiting to be identified.

In addition, there are about 200,000 prisoners waiting to be screened. It is really unclear whether Soviet officers at all levels have slipped through the net.

When all these prisoners are identified, those who have not been found will be found, and then someone will confirm those more important senior figures.

Of course, Marshal Voroshilov must be the highest-ranking enemy commander, and he will be the most aggressive in finding him.

But it is possible that the other party hid and did not surrender, or it is possible that they broke through and escaped in the chaos... Anyway, there is a high possibility that no one has been caught, and the German army needs time to confirm.

Li Le and other commanders at all levels were unwilling to smear the dazzling achievement of Liningrad in order to rush to announce the victory.

"General Hauser's telegram. In the port, the Soviet army sank many submarines and warships, so the cleanup is a arduous task." Bowman said the questions that the third head of state asked to know.

After hearing this question, the head of state Li Le was silent for a few seconds, and then continued to instruct: "Then find a way to make them clean up as quickly as possible, all we need is time!"

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Sitting in a car going south, Stalin really wanted to kill. Not to kill the invading Germans, but to kill his men.

Why is he so angry? Because his car was driving on a road that was not smooth and bumpy, he was about to vomit out his stomach.

Stalin was not motion sick, but on this rough road, he got motion sick. The map indicated that he was driving on a wide and flat road.

He remembered that when his staff reported to him a few years ago, they said it was a decent road.

But now, the decent road that was funded and built is just such a dilapidated road with potholes in front of me.

In fact, it’s no wonder that his subordinates deceived the top and the bottom. In fact, when the road was built, there was not much funding, and most of it was self-financed by the local area.

And according to the standards of the Soviet Union, this road is actually a good road: after all, there are roads, right? There are many areas without even roads!

What's more, there are a lot of cavalry in front, as well as armored vehicles, and other trucks and cars as guides, which have already crushed the road.

Even earlier, it was trampled by many reinforcements to Moscow. Naturally, tanks and armored vehicles passed through here, and it was a matter of course that some roads were damaged.

With so many vehicles passing by, the road has long since become uneven, and when it was Stalin's turn to pass by, it naturally became bumpy.

"Damn it! I really should arrest and hang everyone who builds this road! Corrupt criminals! Enemy of the people!" Stalin cursed as he sat in the car while fighting back his headache.

Originally, the road going south could be used as a train, but after the air raid, no one dared to continue to the southeast according to the original plan.

If there is another bombing, who can bear the charge of framing Comrade Stalin? So there is no need for anyone to insist, and soon everyone will have a unified caliber and follow Stalin's orders.

Stalin was reluctant to go on to Chelyabinsk, so he chose the road and started heading south to Stalingrad.

Vatutin was very obedient ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with about a regiment of elite troops, along with Stalin's Forehead Guard, to protect Stalin's personal safety along the way.

It's just that along the way, whether Vatutin or Stalin, in fact, they were all tossed by this so-called highway.

The secretary sitting in the co-pilot's seat didn't look very good-looking, and he was also a delicate body, where did he suffer such a crime?

"The great leader, Comrade Stalin! The great leader, Comrade Stalin! The telegram just received!" A cavalryman on a war horse caught up with Stalin's car, took the reins on one side, and shouted loudly.

Of course, it is impossible for the war horse to catch up with the car easily, but because this is a convoy, the speed of the movement is not fast.

Going all the way down, stop and go, in fact, if you count it, you can walk a distance of less than 100 kilometers in one day.

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The third one!