My Third Empire

We... this is... winning, right? Andre's hand trembled slightly while holding the cannon's fire device. (starter)

Win! a voice shouted loudly in the earphone, and the German armored soldiers in a tank not far away had already opened their hatches, exposed half of their bodies and waved their hats to celebrate this time. Hard-won victory.

Probably... I won. Ren reached out and touched his jacket pocket, took out the iron box, poured out two chocolate candies, and threw them into his mouth, blurry. said.

A few minutes later, the nearby friendly troops came and built a defense line in the village not far away. These German armored soldiers who were still standing in place really believed that they had survived the cruel battlefield.

Wait here, take a break by the way. Ren looked at Bruce, who was almost out of strength, and Andre, who was trembling beside him, and forced a smile: I'll go to Tank 124, See if you need help.

He pushed open his commander's hatch and climbed out of the tank's turret. Just as he was about to get out of the car, he saw a Polish soldier lying on his back in the muddy ground. The blood in his nostrils had dried up slightly. 』 eyes have not closed, staring straight at the gray sky.

The soldier's chest had been pierced by a machine gun, and a rifle was thrown around him. He didn't even have a grenade, and he seemed to have no threat to the huge tank, but he was still hit and fell here, as if a The pile of dirt is generally lifeless.

Ren looked at the corpse silently for a few seconds, and then jumped out of the tank. His slightly muddy leather boots stepped on the corpse's arm and stumbled. However, he never lowered his head to look at the unfamiliar face again. He just walked around to the front of his car and glanced at the deeply recessed bullet scar.

It was just hit by a shell here, but because of the design of the inclined armor, the shell was refracted to another angle and flew into the sky against the front armor plate of the tank, so their tank was lucky not to be penetrated, all Apart from being a little frightened, everyone was still safe and sound.

The Panther tank is indeed a new type of tank that the Führer calls the weapon of victory. Ren thought silently as he walked towards the No. 124 tank surrounded by people in the distance on the slightly muddy ground.

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Gentlemen! Arkado said proudly to the capitalists and businessmen surrounding him: Today is September 28, and the war has entered its 15th day. In 15 days, we swept across western Poland and annihilated the The Polish field force of 450,000 took 700,000 prisoners and occupied the entire western part of Poland.

Crash.

Applause broke out, and everyone looked at their first birth with admiration, and felt infinitely longing for the future of Germany.

Akado pressed his hands and signaled everyone to stop applauding. He waited until the applause faded before he spoke again: In the vast territory of Poland, there are minerals, farmland, population, and factories. These are the fruits of victory for everyone here!

This is undoubtedly the announcement that the head of state intends to distribute vested interests, so everyone applauded more enthusiastically, and everyone felt that this trip was worthwhile. Those properties will be used as compensation to pay off debts owed by the government to companies and individuals. Real gold and silver from all parts of Poland entered the German treasury and became the driving force to keep the German war machine going.

Gentlemen, in order to distribute strategic resources more equitably, there is still room for the benefits of victory. Schacht and I have designed a war bond. For specific matters, you can ask my economic adviser, my wife, Messer. Des. Accardo said with a smile: If you want to buy or exchange the Mifu coupons for this kind of war bond, you can contact Minister Shacht.

This trick was also learned by Akado in the time-travel novels of the previous life. He used war bonds to gather private wealth to support the country in launching external expansion wars. However, Akado always believed that this approach was too wishful thinking, so it was too late. Didn't come up with a joke.

However, the growth rate of Germany's economy has slowed recently, and due to the serious shortage of materials caused by the war, Arkado approached Schacht and put forward this proposal with a tentative attitude, which Schacht did not expect to appreciate very much. Schacht believes that if people simply use money to buy government bonds or war bonds, there will obviously be resistance and opposition from many people.

Anyway, they are all future checks that cannot be cashed immediately. It doesn't really make any difference what kind of government mortgage certificate you hold. It's just a weird exchange. For those small enterprises, they joined the army of producing military supplies one after another with the verbal commitment of the logistics department of the National Defense Forces.

Amidst the applause, the slogan of Long Live the Head of State resounded throughout the hall.

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When Ren came to the side of the No. 124 tank, Captain Carter was pulling the wounded out of the hatch cover of the tank with a few tank soldiers.

Pull him out! Be careful! Pull out! Carter stood on the roof of the No. 124 tank, bent over and carefully commanded a few tank soldiers with soft hats. Next to the tank, two infantry medics were waiting. At their feet, a bloodied soldier with bandages on his hands, leaned silently on the wheels of the tank to smoke.

From the gap in the crowd, Ren saw the wounded who was pulling out of the tank. He had at least two blood holes on his body, flowing down the black tank uniform to the crotch of the trousers, and then dripping down the heel. Inside the hatch, Ren knew that the wounded soldier was actually dead.

The projectile of the Polish tank hit a point below the artillery. Marcus saw Ren walking to his side, and without looking back, introduced what he saw and heard: The shell ricocheted and hit him directly. It penetrated the thin steel plate above the tank body, and the scraped iron pieces penetrated the electromechanical operator's head.

The electromechanical operator is the unlucky bastard who is being carried out. Ren tapped the unsaved tank crew with his chin: Where's the commander?

The commander was still inside, with at least twenty holes in his lower body, and he died very painfully; the gunner also died, and he was no different from a sieve. He died without pain. The other one was the loader, sitting on the wheel. The one over there. Marcus sighed and said, They're just out of luck.

Ren glanced at Marcus: You know that sometimes luck is also one of the elements of survival.

Yes! Marcus lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke: Compared to those Soviet political prisoners who were killed by us, we are indeed lucky to be alive.

He glanced at Ren, his eyes full of sadness: ren! When I die, I don't want to be so ugly.

Everyone is ugly when they die. Ren smiled.

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On the dome of the golden hall, a gorgeous chandelier hangs in the center, surrounded by angel paintings carefully sketched by the painters, which are vividly reflected by the flickering light on the chandelier. As one of the most luxurious hotels in Berlin, every detail here has been carefully designed to withstand the most demanding.

It costs 1500 marks to have a dinner in this hotel, and every day a Panzer 3 or two-thirds of a Panther is eaten here. People spend money here to show the gap between themselves and poverty. Even though there were more than a dozen workers squatting outside the hotel, nibbling at 7-mark hamburgers, everyone inside the hotel firmly believed that the German economy was on the rise.

Now the lobby of this hotel has been wrapped up for birthday parties for Germany's most noble people. No one questioned the extravagance of the matter itself, and no one thought about the bloody German soldiers hundreds of kilometers away. Although Arcardo did think of those who shed blood for him in his mind, he couldn't turn his face and curse here in such a bad way.

One hundred children from the primary school in Berlin stood in five rows on the stage. The gorgeous lights illuminated these children so cutely that they felt holy at first glance.

This is Fanny's birthday present that Fanny deliberately prepared for Akado for publicity - singing a child's voice. The scene will be photographed and released as a propaganda series by the Führer focusing on children's education.

The great Führer leads us in Germany and marches forward bravely towards the future. You are a gift from God, and your presence is our new hope... The sweet singing accompanied the accompaniment of the band, which was extremely sweet.

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The Poles are trying to assemble here... Yes! The Air Force has detected this intention. A staff officer pointed to the map and said to his commander: I just got the news that the SS troops were severely attacked and killed in action. Four people were killed, and a tank was destroyed.

Destroyed? The commander was stunned for a moment, then looked at his staff: If I remember correctly, we have only lost 5 tanks since the start of the war, right? 3 were due to mines, and 2 were due to mechanical failures. Damaged for other reasons.

Anyway, since we have been strengthened to the SS armored unit, we can't keep chasing the butts of those tank soldiers. The staff officer glanced at the commander: You have to show performance, right?

Is the assembly area within our 'shooting' range? The commander pointed to the outside: Let's also see the true power of this thing.

Outside their command car, soldiers were wedging the front and rear tires of the car to hold the car in place. The hydraulic jacks on the car are also slowly descending, firmly supporting the body of these special trucks.

Above the windshield of the car, the iron plate that was originally hanging was put down, and it blocked the windshield and other windows of the car. The canvas behind the car was pulled open by the soldiers, exposing like a railroad track. The upper and lower rows of special devices.

Let those old-fashioned artillerymen see how we managed to deplete the ammunition they fired for half an hour in 25 seconds. The commander said proudly, After two minutes, the target area will be covered!

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