Steel Soviet Union

The moment he reached out to flip through the book, he noticed Malashenko's presence outside the window. Corporal Valentin, who didn't expect Malashenko to finish the job so quickly, straightened up in a slight panic.

"Hey, Comrade Malashenko, I didn't expect you to come back so soon."

Before Valentin finished speaking, he had already opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. He glanced at the hands of his watch and realized that it was just past three o'clock in the afternoon. Malashenko didn't know what to do for a while.

"Forget it, let's not waste time. Let's go home early to be with my wife. There aren't many good places to go shopping in the cold weather."

Malashenko, who had long been accustomed to the Soviet winter, did not feel how cold it was in the car without air conditioning and heating. At best, it was only slightly colder than in a tank with a high-power engine directly baking.

After retracting his hands into his pockets to get a little bit of warmth, Malashenko leaned back against the seat and changed into a position that felt comfortable, and then spoke quietly.

"Go back, Comrade Valentin, today's trip is over."

As a full-time driver, Valentin naturally responded to Malashenko's requests. Although he didn't quite understand why Malashenko only used such a short time to complete what was scheduled to take five or six hours, he was used to it. Corporal Valentin, who didn't know anything about his situation, didn't find this strange. A small corporal was indeed not qualified and should not know too much.

After once again rewriting the historical process and accelerating the development of the Red Army's heavy tanks, Malashenko finally had time to deal with his personal affairs after settling all the matters at hand, although this so-called private matter was nothing more than sleeping on the bed and accompanying Nata Let Leah live comfortably for a few more days.

But at the same time, the Soviet Red Army, which was put into counterattack mode, retreated for dozens of kilometers like a duck before it could stop. Today, Guderian, the father of the German armored forces, has long since lost his glory. Guderian, who knew that the Battle of Moscow had ended in failure, had to face a very difficult problem: how to deal with the German leader Hitler.

Hitler still had unrealistic and misty illusions about Moscow, the capital of the Soviet Union. Living in the warm spring-like headquarters of the Führer, Hitler did not know how cruel the cold and bad weather the German troops on the front line were facing because the people around him reported good news but not bad news. dilemma.

The optimistic and confident Hitler still believed that Moscow was within easy reach of the German army. As long as he tried harder, the last broken door used by Stalin to defend the fragile capital would be kicked to the ground by the unstoppable German army.

In order to prevent the soldiers from freezing to death in the fields and sleeping all night, Guderian could hold on to his position. Hitler even personally called Guderian on the front line and told Guderian in an unquestionable and firm tone. A firm order was issued.

"Moscow is already close at hand. All the troops on the front line are not allowed to take a step back, including your troops! Replenishment of troops will arrive soon. Marshal Goering has promised me that he will use planes to airlift a battalion of five hundred men to you. You can see these troops this afternoon."

The call effect was not very good. Guderian once thought that his ears were damaged by the Russian winter. It was not until Hitler repeated the order on the other end of the phone that Guderian felt a little dizzy after a banging sound in his head. Ann almost lost her balance.

"Is the Führer crazy!?"

Putting aside the fact that the five hundred reinforcements promised by Fatty Ge were useless, Guderian, who calmed down and carefully analyzed the situation and the information at hand, quickly came to a rather shocking conclusion.

If nothing else, the head of state probably still doesn't know how bad the situation is on the front line and is kept in the dark by the people around him.

The guys who thought they were deadbeats in Berlin were still trying to deceive the Führer and lie about the military situation. Guderian, who had always been stubborn to the end, would not be able to pull him back once he made a decision. He had already decided to go to Berlin to meet the Führer in person. The trip is certainly no exception.

Martin Luther, the famous German religious reformer in the 16th century, was a brave man who dared to defy the world's disapproval. He was resented by the Pope for launching a national movement against the Holy See, and even His Majesty the Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire. It also made this representative of public opinion itch with hatred.

When the Imperial Parliament of the Holy Roman Empire was preparing to put Martin Luther on trial and persecution, Martin Luther, who resolutely embarked on the road to trial, was advised by his followers before leaving.

"Little priest, little priest, the road ahead of you is not easy!"

Four hundred years later, when Guderian set foot on the road to Berlin to meet the Führer, the same words rang in Guderian's ears again.

With this advice given to him by the deputies and staff of the Second Armored Group Headquarters in his head before leaving, he always felt that his situation was somewhat similar to that of Martin Luther. Guderian repeatedly asked himself a question in his heart. : Is Hitler the same as the Pope? Is the Headquarters the equivalent of the Imperial Parliament?

After thinking hard, I finally failed to come up with a satisfactory result that could convince myself.

Although the road ahead was confusing and everything was unknown, Guderian was very clear-headed about one thing at this time.

It was no easy task to convince the paranoid Hitler.

Until Guderian's special plane braved the severe cold of the Soviet winter and landed at Rastenberg Airport in Poland. The father of the German armored force, who had made outstanding contributions to the Third Reich, still firmly believed that what he said as the main armored group on the front line could persuade those around him even if Hitler couldn't listen. It will always be more or less helpful to the situation on the front line.

But the cruel reality that does not depend on individual subjective willpower always comes too suddenly and quickly.

Guderian stepped into the warm and spring-like headquarters of the Head of State and soon discovered that the environment deep inside him seemed not to be good.

Whether it was Keitel, who had witnessed the moment of milk magic in the Compiègne forest, or Schment, who held an important position in the Wehrmacht headquarters, the casual glances from the eyes of these people were all explaining to Guderian the same thing. one question.

Here, Guderian is Martin Luther who stepped into the Imperial Parliament and was isolated and helpless.

After being shrouded for several hours by a crowd of people who looked enthusiastic on the surface but actually had other ideas, Guderian, who had arranged his schedule in advance, finally got his wish to meet the Führer.