Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

In November 1942, in the northeast of French Morocco, a beautiful city with hundreds of white houses on the edge of the Mediterranean Sea, like countless mornings in the past, ushered in the first ray of sunshine with sleepy eyes.

The man walking through the streets and alleys is an anomaly in this lazy morning.He has an Arab face that is recognizable at a glance, but he is wearing Western-style shirts and trousers. Although his expression reveals a little anxiety, it does not affect his noble and calm demeanor.He bypassed a few hens pecking at the leftover leaves on the dirt road, turned to a small tavern, and knocked on the door.

The door was answered by a beautiful woman.She also has an Arab profile, with a more Caucasian complexion.Seeing the man standing in front of the door, she asked unexpectedly, "You...why are you here?"

The man nodded to her and said nothing.

The woman didn't ask any more questions, but smiled and welcomed him into the tavern.

In the eyes of others, this is probably just a tryst of an ordinary couple.The man trekking outside wanted to surprise the woman, so he got up early on the second day of his return and came to the door of the tavern where the woman worked.

However, the two of them finished the breakfast prepared by the woman, and they still didn't say a second word for a long time.

It was a woman who broke the silence: "Rabat. [Note 1] Come to me at this time... is there anything wrong?"

Rabat looked up at her, then looked down again, fiddling with the heavy table knife with its curled end. "Nothing special." He said, "I sent a telegram to Vichy in the early morning, asking him how to deal with the British and American coalition forces who want to land in our country. If they can't stop them from landing, whether we need to start a land battle with them."

"What did Vichy say?"

"He told me not to worry about these things. He said it was all up to the French garrison to decide, and we just waited for the result."

"So... you came to see me?"

"I have nothing to do, and I am waiting impatiently. I want to ask your opinion. Is it good or bad for the British and American allied forces to land in our country?"

"Well, it's not easy to make a conclusion immediately. According to common sense, it must be a bad thing for foreigners to open fire when they come here by plane and warship. But I heard from Safi that the British and American coalition forces did not open fire when they approached. Fired up their transport ship, and they fought back."

"You mean, they are not malicious, we can accept them?"

"Maybe. We're not French, so it's useless to worry so much." The woman seemed to be indifferent, she cleaned up the dishes, came back and pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Rabat. "There is no doubt that we have been involved in a world gambling again, but we have no autonomy to wager."

"Well. The British and American troops sent such a large army to North Africa, they must have wanted to go to Egypt and compete with the Germans. A few days ago, the 'Desert Fox' couldn't beat the British army and retreated from Alamein. 【Note 2】 The British and American landings would add to Germany's misfortune."

"Speaking of the 'Desert Fox', he is a very capable general. I'm afraid that Germany has been exhausted in the European battlefield and has no strength to support him. Rabat , I remember that the German army attacked the Stalingrad area of ​​​​the Soviet Union in July... I remember correctly, right?"

"No. I understand your feelings. A battle has been fought for five months, which is too long. Besides, the battlefield has entered winter, and the temperature is as low as tens of degrees below zero. How can people fight in that environment..." Rabat Shaking his head, "You and I can't even imagine."

Indeed, in this sunny North African city shaped like a garden, it is better to say that I have no conception of the severe cold than trembling with fear.The woman nodded in agreement, got up and made a pot of mint tea, and said: "Today all the citizens are squatting at home waiting for news. I don't know when the British and American coalition forces will call, and my tavern will not be able to open. Waiting is boring. Shall I tell a story?"

The two moved to the ground, massaging Luo Ge's custom and sitting on the ground.The woman raised the teapot engraved with complicated patterns high, then slowly poured it down, and the water flowed into the cup in a graceful arc, making a tinkling sound.Listening to the beautiful melody, Rabat stretched his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "What do you mean?"

"Hmm. Although it's not an interesting story... I started?"

"All ears."

"Not so long ago... There was a man. He was born in Prussia, and he loved his country. No, he loved not only this Prussia where he was born, but the whole German Confederation, which was only a collection of countries A country that is united and does not have the qualifications of a 'country'. The country he loves has been divided for too long. It can be said that it has been divided as long as he can remember. The people call for unity and have tried countless times, but every time Failed every time.

"Until one day, Prussia ushered in a new prime minister. As soon as the prime minister took office, he could only use iron and blood to solve the problem. However, such a determined prime minister had too many enemies in the parliament. Only The king supported him with all his strength. The man was in a dilemma. He didn't know whether he should believe in the road of iron and blood. One day, he heard the king and the prime minister talking in private. The king said to the prime minister: "I know the ending very well. Cut off your head in front of my window, and cut off my head later." The prime minister replied: "Since you will die sooner or later, why should you die in a disgraceful way?Die on the gallows or die on the battlefield, it makes no difference... Must fight to the end! '

"The men were very moved and decided to do everything they could to help them. Since then, they have defeated Denmark and Austria, and removed the two thorns that hindered the unification, but there is still the biggest one: France. It is very difficult, But to people's surprise, they had the upper hand from the beginning of the war, and they won within a year. Men will never forget that day, in the suburbs of Paris they occupied, in the magnificent palace of Versailles. The king was crowned as The emperor. Prussia dominated Germany, and Germany was unified. And the man changed from the capital of Prussia to the capital of Germany. His long-cherished wish for hundreds of years finally came true.

"But France is still a powerful country. If it unites with Russia to the east of Germany, it will make itself vulnerable. The man accepted the prime minister's proposal, visited Russia first, and signed an agreement with the capital of that huge empire. Then, he brought Austria in. , forming the Triple Alliance.

"This Triple Alliance actually existed in the past - at that time, a Corsican led France to sweep across Europe, and the three countries joined forces in a hurry but failed to stop the attack. Not only did they fail miserably, Holy Rome - that man once expected to become the 'fatherland' ' The thing perishes. And this time, the man prays to heaven that this alliance will be maintained and that the same mistakes will not be repeated.

"But the alliance still didn't last long. Austria and Russia competed for the cake in the Balkans. The men couldn't make a ruling that both parties were satisfied with, and the alliance was finally dissolved. Then what the men feared happened, Russia and France stood together .Then an unprecedented melee, Germany and Russia eventually became enemies.

"The man's mood at this time is very delicate. He laments the passing of this ally, and looks forward to the outcome of the war between the two countries. Since there is no serious mutual help, serious mutual combat should always be achieved.

"He didn't wait for the victory. Russia had a revolution and withdrew halfway. Germany was defeated, but it was not defeated by it. At the post-war peace conference, the figure of the capital that had signed an agreement with him and turned against him was nowhere to be seen. The man was very disappointed, very... Fortunately, the long life of the man made his waiting no matter how long it would always bear fruit. Twenty years later, he went to Russia again and made a promise of non-aggression with their new capital.

"This capital is no longer the one the man is familiar with. The man standing in front of him does not have the natural noble temperament and majestic spirit of his predecessor, but is more decisive and ruthless, and he can chat with him. He likes this very much. People, but strangely, it's not quite like the kind of liking of friends... that is to say, it's more like the sympathy between enemies.

"He tried to put aside his distractions and work with each other. Since both countries are isolated by the world, their combination seems to be a matter of course. But this alliance is more short-lived. At the moment when Germany is in power in Europe, the man is told that the cooperation will be in the future. One day it will end. This time, he did not sigh at all. Because he realized that just as he and the capital could not be true friends, two countries cannot be true alliances. Unless one side overwhelms the other, there is no peaceful coexistence. Space. It was a preordained fate, and he would gladly accept it, and add fuel to it to make it burn brighter.

"And now, the German army surrounded the former capital like an iron barrel, claiming to wipe it from the earth; under the city of the current capital, they failed, and turned the battlefield to the south. But until this time, The man and these two men have never met face to face. Therefore, the man decided to go to the southern battlefield. Maybe... even though it is only a small chance, they will meet in the end. The man's unfulfilled wish will finally come true.

"So, Rabat, you see—no matter how long you wait, wishes always bear fruit. What an inspiring story I'm telling..."

Rabat smiled wryly: "It's really inspirational, to some extent."

They were pulled back from the story to reality by a sudden knock on the door like a shower.Casablanca ran to the door and asked the visitor's identity through a door.

The answer was a middle-aged man who spoke French with a strong accent: "Ms. Casablanca, I am sent by the police station. The British and American landing forces have suppressed Mohammedia, and they are about to arrive soon." The city is closed. The authorities have decided not to do more resistance on land. Regarding the maintenance of law and order during this period, the Chief of Police invites you to discuss with him, please be sure to go.”

Casablanca replied that he would leave in a while, and then opened the door to let the police officers enter the house to take a rest.When the policeman walked past her, she leaned into Rabat's ear and whispered, "So... your call with Vichy in the early morning was the last time."

"Probably. The direction of the wind has changed." It was a pity that I couldn't say goodbye, but it's not bad to feel the wind blowing from the New World.Rabat thought, smoothing the folds of his shirt, and chatting with the policeman.

Wearing a woolen coat, Boston accompanied Nanjing, who had just arrived in New York yesterday, on the boulevard in Central Park.She only wrapped herself in a thin windbreaker when she went out. Although she stated to Nanjing that she was used to the climate in New York and would not feel cold, the other party still insisted on respecting the etiquette of ladies in Western countries and took off the coat for her.

Habits are one thing, the difference remains.New York is not far from her jurisdiction, and the climate is very similar, but when the cool Atlantic sea breeze blows from Hudson Harbor and wets her cheeks through the dense concrete forest and lush maple forest, she will still feel the lightness from the sea breeze. The subtle difference between the two places can be smelled in the fishy smell.

"Although this is not the first time I've come here," Nanjing sighed looking at the tourists boating on the lake, "there is probably no place in the world with such strong contrasts as Manhattan, New York."

Boston nodded approvingly.They are strolling along the shore of a mirror-like lake, and they can see the tidy yellowish lawn and the bright red maple leaves in late autumn everywhere. It is an elegant pastoral scenery, but this vast park is surrounded by tall buildings that are rare in the world. Surrounded by crowds, as long as you look up a little, you can see the towering spire of the Empire State Building.

"Have you visited Madam Chiang yet?" After getting an affirmative answer, Boston asked politely, "Is she okay, isn't she seriously ill?"

"It's okay. I think she looks better than before going abroad. Thank you for your concern."

It is the end of summer when Nanjing comes to the United States.Due to his inconvenient status, he only stayed at the embassy in Washington, D.C., in the name of the ambassador's entourage, and discussed with US officials the implementation details of the aid plan.Two days ago, the special plane of the chairman's wife arrived at the Mitchell Airport in New York. The trip was called medical treatment, and only a few people knew the purpose of the propaganda war behind it.Nanjing also came from the capital to visit the hospital.

Seeing that Nanjing's tone was not very concerned, Boston couldn't help asking curiously: "I thought you would have a lot to say...but it's so early, and I saw you back. Are you not familiar with Madam Jiang?"

"No, I'm pretty close. But there is almost no personal relationship, and naturally they can't talk too much. In 27 years, the couple got married at the Shanghai Grand Hotel. When she came down to toast, I had a few conversations with her around the committee. A long personal exchange."

"Oh, that grand wedding... We also paid more attention to it at the time! Mrs. Jiang grew up in the United States. In our eyes, this wedding can be regarded as the combination of China's emerging revolutionary forces and Western Christian civilization."

"To a certain extent." Nanjing smiled noncommittally, "Although she is beautiful and charming, she is also a young lady that people don't know how to deal with. Even Shanghai said that getting along with her is very tiring."

"Everyone in Shanghai says...?"

"Well. In short, a woman who is very different from you. You are very relaxed, funny, and comfortable when you talk to a Boston lady-I think this is the temperament of the old American city."

"That's right. Thank you for your praise!" Facing the gentle breeze on the lake, Boston blinked happily.

While being happy, Boston thought he was self-aware: "However, I was born in the 17th century, so I can be regarded as a big sister in my family, so I can only be regarded as a junior in China, right?" Said, "This reminds me of a not-too-distant event. When my country decided to cooperate with your country in all aspects in the first half of the year, it used many means in the media to narrow the psychological distance between the two countries. For example, talking to the public Explain the similarities in the history of the two countries and the corresponding regions, why compare you to China's Washington, compare New York to China's Shanghai, and compare Peking to China's me... It sounds far-fetched to you, right?"

Nanjing pondered for a while, and said: "Well... this is quite interesting, and it's not completely far-fetched. I'm far from Mr. Washington. In Shanghai, he and New York are somewhat similar in temperament, and the two have a good personal relationship. Okay. You and Peiping, uh...it's hard to say..."

The other looked distressed.Boston kindly made a siege: "There is no way to compare, right? Even the gender is different."

"No, it's not about gender. In fact, I think... I don't know how to explain it, but I always feel that you have a subtle similarity." Nanjing narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the woman around him with some complexity, "If Beiping was younger, After deducting the cultural differences, he is probably like you as a woman...?"

With great difficulty, Boston resisted the urge to bend over with a smile, and pressed his chest: "Although I don't know if the truth is what you said... But I feel so happy! It is said that Orientals are reserved, but Mr. Nanjing is very talkative. "

"Ah, please don't think this is intentional - I'm just stating the facts."

This joke brought the two people who were not familiar with each other much closer.However, when a clump of gorgeous maple leaves was blown down by the autumn wind and hovered on the clear water, Boston stared at the bright red in full bloom on the lake, the smile on his brow disappeared, and he was a little more confused.

"However, Orientals—I have to admit that we still understand too little. The anniversary of Pearl Harbor will soon be here... Before Pearl Harbor, most of the Japanese we met were hardworking, simple and extremely humble. The greedy and crazy side was commonplace in that era of imperialism, and we didn't care. They actually started the war with our country in this way, and then in Bataan... I just heard, MacArthur After the general retreated to Australia, 10 U.S.-Philippine coalition troops were captured by the Japanese army and were to be transferred to a concentration camp more than 100 kilometers away. [Note 3] This more than 100 kilometers away..."

Nanjing almost guessed what happened, so it was not convenient to specify, so he just said: "More than 100 kilometers is not a long road? Usually, it takes two days to arrive by marching. Considering the harsh tropical climate, it may be slower."

"...I can't understand what the Japanese soldiers who escorted the prisoners thought. Those who fell behind, fell, and didn't understand Japanese and didn't respond in time, just stabbed them with bayonets. Anyone who dared to stop and defecate was executed. Pull the excrement on the body. It is not allowed to march with water, and it is not allowed to find food by itself. The Filipino residents throw food to the captives. They chase after them and kill the residents. They force the captives to watch from the sidelines. I am so thirsty that I can’t stand it and run to the sewage They would watch the captives drinking water while laughing at the despicability of the white people, and then beat them again... The sergeant who escaped by chance told us that he had seen hundreds of times during the march in the past few days Beheading! He said that the Japanese soldiers had no sympathy, crossed the bottom line of human beings, and were not human at all..."

"...Later? How many people made it to the concentration camp alive?"

"Three-quarters. But the next two months will continue to kill people. I'm afraid even half of them are gone when we talk. Why do they do this? Our army doesn't have a deep hatred with them, it's normal and decent You announced your surrender!" Boston said incredulously, "Usually when you do a very small thing, they regard it as a kindness, and they will keep repaying you in the future. Our army chose to surrender, and it also avoided them. Isn’t unnecessary casualties also a kind of kindness?”

"I think this has something to do with their ideas. They regard the surrender of soldiers as a great shame, and there is no need to show kindness to prisoners of war. Besides, repaying kindness is one thing, and kindness to them...is not a core virtue."

"But Japan is the first batch of civilizations in Asia. Even if they don't have their own ideas, Western culture should teach them to respect people..."

"It can't be said that they don't know how to respect people. The mentality of middle and lower class officers and soldiers is different from that of the upper class...it's too complicated. After all, war will make people irrational."

"Then they should have the self-esteem of warriors. Even if they look down on prisoners of war, won't bullying the weak make themselves ashamed?" Boston bit his lip and shook his head, "Well, I don't think I can understand quickly. On the night when Dun fired the first shot, I was beside the group of insurgents. [Note 4] We also shouted slogans such as killing the British, but we knew in our hearts that what we wanted was independence and freedom, and killing the British army was just a means. Deliberately mistreating prisoners of war has never even considered..."

Nanjing nodded slightly: "That's right. You were also a warrior back then."

Today's Boston has no traces of the bloody impulse of the year.She walks in a very dignified manner, her long wavy hair is carefully fastened with hairpins, and there is no obvious wave on her fair, Irish face, only her tightly pursed lips reveal a trace of mourning.

"Don't talk about it. It's rare to have distinguished guests come from afar, but I tell you the troubles of my country. I'm really sorry."

"It doesn't matter. Ms. Boston, let me say something more—the United States only needs to consider how to maintain dignity to take revenge and defeat the Japanese army in the Pacific Ocean. As for their temperament, it is not too late to study after the victory."

They were now at the gate of the park.Two gentlemen were waiting there. They were similar in stature, one had dark blonde hair and the other was brown and black.

"You're right." Boston smiled. "When the winning ticket is in hand, ask an anthropologist to write a special report on the Japanese. [Note 5] Look, New York and Washington have come to pick us up—— There is a premiere of a new movie tonight, and New York invites us to watch it together."

At this time, New York's voice was so close that they could hear it clearly: "Ah Hua, don't criticize me. I brought you here just because of this movie, can't I? This movie is definitely worth watching, Los Angeles turned over the script for me, the hero sits in Casablanca (paraphrased as "white house") to help the oppressed, isn't it like you sit in the White House and lead people all over the world to resist fascism? What an exciting war movie—— "

"It's exciting, I agree with you." The brown-black haired man said, "Casablanca has just been recovered, and the movie will be released at this time, and it must have a good publicity effect."

New York seemed to want to complain about Washington's incomprehensible style, but since the waiting people had already arrived, they didn't say anything more.The two sides said good afternoon to each other. Washington first greeted Boston, and his eyes paused for a while on Nanjing.

"Before the Congress was too busy, so I didn't go to the embassy in time to meet you. Please forgive me for my neglect." He said, "I will definitely find time when I go back. Nanjing, really... Long time no see."

"Yes..." Nanjing's voice was mixed with a slight sigh of happiness, "Long time no see, Mr. Washington."

In the same season, the sky is clear on the Mediterranean coast of North Africa, the autumn wind is blowing on the east coast of North America, and in the Transcaucasus, everyone crashes into the embrace of severe winter before everyone has time to react.Berlin and two soldiers arrived on the west bank of the Volga River in a horse-drawn oil tanker against the cold wind blowing across their faces, the front line of the Stalingrad battlefield, formerly known as Tsaritsyn in the Tsarist Russian era.

He thought, he doesn't love this wild and cold land.It’s not that they can’t adapt—wherever the German troops go, it’s their homeland, and there’s no such thing as inadaptability—it’s just that they don’t like it.In his hometown, the summer is not too hot, and the winter is not very cold.The snow will float on and off throughout the winter, but the grass is still green under the quilt where the snow is buried. Whenever there is a chance, it will squeeze the melted snow and stick out its wet head.Outside the city, the wind blows continuously, and the force of blowing through the green forest is always constant, and rarely blows hard.

On the thousands of miles of frozen permafrost in front of him, there was no trace of a single piece of green grass.The wind howled loudly all the time, whipping fiercely at the bodies of these weak creatures walking on the frozen ground.Even with the rich oil fields and southern granaries they dreamed of, the nature in charge of this land, as they are used to impression, lacks the least sympathy for his people.

"so slow!"

The armored division officer who rushed out of the barracks complained loudly, almost cursing, and fell silent when he saw his rank and face clearly. "Your Excellency the Capital," he touched the heels of his military boots and gave a military salute, "You are welcome."

Berlin did not criticize his disrespect at the beginning, and said on the facts: "Our oil truck broke down halfway. There was no way, so we requisitioned the horses of the cavalry to pull it over."

Although Bremen escaped the scolding, after hearing what Berlin said, his face was still gloomy: "Yeah, this is not the first time... Lack of fuel, water, food, bullets, medicines, what? They are all lacking...the enemy army uses diesel oil, and the captured ones can only be used as waste..."

This reminded Berlin of the battle report sent to him by the front during the Moscow campaign.It said that the Soviets specially trained a group of military dogs to carry out suicide attacks, and they were covered with explosives. When they saw a group of German tanks attacking, they drilled into the chassis of the tanks, and then gave a heroic bang.However, the gasoline of the German army does not have the same smell as the diesel of the Soviet army, and this tactic is not very effective.

He didn't want to simply lament the harsh environment with Bremen.That's a topic for soldiers, and it's the commander's responsibility to ask why: "What's going on with this front? I read that the report said that our army has occupied 80% of the city of Stalingrad and cut the Soviet army apart. Yes. But the loss of the battlefield is still astonishing, manpower, equipment, and logistical supplies have all become black holes, and as much as they are replenished, they will be sucked in... Is there something wrong with the tactics?"

"...With all due respect, I don't think there is any problem with General Paulus' tactics. Outflanking with two wings, penetrating in depth, breaking through at a single point, and using bombers to assist the ground offensive is a three-dimensional battle in the sky and underground like a textbook, and it has also successfully occupied the city. According to common sense, resistance is meaningless. We thought that even if the enemy army did not retreat, it would be time to surrender..."

Bremen glanced over the tactical sandbox with embarrassed eyes.

"But the resistance of the Soviets has become more and more fierce. It's like a drunk, no different from a lunatic... I haven't seen it with my own eyes in this armored division. You can listen to what the officers and soldiers who participated in the street fighting said. .Bombardment, shooting, guns, knives, and even fists and teeth were used, until everyone in their position was completely killed before they could truly conquer... When they broke into the trenches, they were all broken. The tattered corpses are so quiet that even the victorious side is terrified..."

"So." Berlin said, "this is no longer a modern war. Fighting must always follow the rules and have a purpose. If the purpose cannot be achieved, it is not worthwhile to stick to it stubbornly and sacrifice your life. I had a premonition on the way here , Listen to what you said, the place of Stalingrad has returned to BC and has become a arena where ancient gladiators sacrificed their lives for honor. However, the prospects are still optimistic, right?"

"Our killing efficiency is higher than that of the enemy. But after all, the Soviet Union has a large number of people, and there are arms support from the United States... In winter, supplies become more and more difficult. It is unknown how many soldiers can be sent to this meat grinder..."

Werder Bremen didn't mean to be discouraging.He just dutifully analyzed the unfavorable factors they faced in front of the favorable situation.

Berlin turned and leaned against the edge of the table, took off his gloves, and took out an iron lighter from his breast pocket.He stroked the rough black eagle pattern on the lighter's surface with his fingertips, and lit the first cigarette that entered the Soviet Union.

"Your worries are justified. Yes...they have a lot of people, and they are not afraid of death..."

Smoke rose, trembling and twisting, and drifted towards the pale ceiling.

This realization did not come as a surprise.When he received reports of Soviet suicide attacks using military dogs, he used to smile in his heart: their opponents were cruel, not only to the enemy, but also to themselves.Such contempt for the life of a dog may not be much better for people. It is just a bunch of numbers in the eyes of decision-makers.

And even though his country was founded by military and advocated conquest and expansion, the upper class always had a bottom line of respect and scruples for the soldiers below.As a warrior, one must uphold the spirit of a warrior, otherwise he is just a butcher with blood on his hands - for hundreds of years, others have taught him and he has educated others, and he has never forgotten to emphasize this matter.

But his sliver of secret superiority lasted only a limited time.After declaring to Rome at the Wannsee meeting that he would go to the front, he soon saw with his own eyes how the army of his home country dealt with the minefields planted by the Soviets before their retreat: the advance troops reported to the SS that they needed mine-clearing materials, and the SS The army arrived in a truck, and drove teams of mine-clearing materials to the ground with arms and legs, screaming, crying, and begging for mercy.Poles, Soviets, and civilians who were charged with unknown crimes were tied by ropes, machine guns were pointed at the back of their heads, and their backs were facing them with expressions that they could not see and did not want to see, and slowly moved towards the minefield .There is no need for extra luck: they will always be blown into a mass of bloody human body parts, spraying beautiful red mist and flying in the air at high speed, ending at this time or that time, here or there, there is no essential the difference.

He watched the whole demining process, frowned, and didn't make a sound.He knew that he had expected the situation to turn to this point, and he didn't believe it before, just because he didn't think about it.He can't bear it, and it's useless to say it.And the capital of Prussia, the capital of the German state, never does useless things.

He was standing a little close to the minefield where a Pole had sprayed brains all over his clothes when he was blown up.A sense of irritability suddenly rose in his heart, and while wiping his brains, he heard the curse of a junior non-commissioned officer next to him.The non-commissioned officer shook off the strands of organ debris splashed on his forehead, and cursed the SS for being a bitch, not a human being.The SS soldiers laughed and cursed back in the same high-pitched voices.Berlin looked at the non-commissioned officer and suddenly felt that he looked a bit like Königsberg. 【Note 6】Just like Königsberg that day.

Königsberg stormed into his office that day and punched him in the face.He hadn't seen someone so angry that his eyebrows were raised in 200 years, so when he was knocked over to the corner of the table, he had a dull pain in his back and a buzzing mind, unable to react.Immediately afterwards, the other party cursed, scolded him for forgetting his roots, scolded him for allowing that mustache to dispose of the military family without saying a word, scolded him for betraying the belief of Frederick the Great and drove the whole country crazy, scolded him for being dizzy and unable to see clearly Situation, blah blah blah.

He listened to the other party's scolding in a daze, and suddenly his blood surged up, and he jumped up and threw a punch.They fought hard and heartily in the office, forgetting the pain, the original reason and the trouble of aftermath.It didn't come to an end until Munich heard the news.

The Bavarian woman looked coldly at him with his black right eye, and then at Königsberg, whose nosebleeds were dripping all over the place.

"Konigsberg, you are the one who is dizzy and can't see the situation clearly. Under the leadership of the head of state, our country will definitely accomplish a lot. It doesn't matter if you want to be ruthless. Don't disturb your Excellency the capital to do business."

Koenigsberg wiped his nose and exited the room.Berlin is grateful to Munich for helping him level things out, but isn't too happy to be face to face with her.Over the years, Munich had been loyal to their Führer to a point that made him wonder if it was someone else.

...and now he is at ease.There is no Königsberg, no Munich, only Bremen and a few slave cities that are fighting in the city.

Then, no one can stop him from doing what he wants to do.

"I'm going into town," he said.

Bremen stiffened when he heard his voice.

"You... Seriously?"

"Really. There are reports in the city that no sign of Stalingrad himself has been seen, but people who are suspected of their capital organizing defense."

The rumbling bombardment of planes came from inside the city, shaking the roofs of the barracks.The wailing, cursing, the trumpet calling for the charge and the cry of swearing to the death were all covered in the roar of this steel giant, completely blocking the sound.Like a star sinking into the dawn.Like a stone dropped into the sea.Like a blizzard taking away people's strength to struggle, like a layer of ice freezing the Volga River that once sang and flowed.

Berlin put out his cigarette butt, and his tone remained unchanged: "I believe in this information. I am here for this."

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Note 1: Rabat, the capital of Morocco after it became the French protectorate in 1912.Both Safi and Mohammedia mentioned later are the Moroccan ports where the Allied forces landed when they implemented the "Torch" plan.

Note 2: In the summer of 1942, "Desert Fox" Rommel was sent to the front line in North Africa, which greatly increased the pressure on the British army. The fear that the Red Sea would be controlled by the German army would become an opportunity for Germany and Japan to join forces in India.Later, Rommel and the new British commander Montgomery fought in Alamein. Due to various reasons, Rommel was defeated, and he defied Hitler's order to retreat westward.

Note 3: In March 1942, the Philippine commander MacArthur transferred to Australia to implement the U.S. strategy of "first Europe and then Asia".The brutal behavior of the Japanese army during the escort resulted in the death of 3 people on the way, and another 10 people died in the concentration camp in the following two months.

Note 4: In the 18th century, Britain increased its control over the North American colonies through taxation, which prompted the Bostonians to launch a revolution.Many important events and early battles of the Revolutionary War, such as the Lexington First Shot, the Battle of Bunker Hill, and the Siege of Boston, took place in and around the city.

Note 5: This is a stalk, which can be regarded as an explanation of the background of the book "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword".

Note 6: Königsberg, the former capital of the Kingdom of Prussia and the capital of East Prussia.After World War II, according to the "Potsdam Agreement", it became a territory of the Soviet Union and is now called Kaliningrad.