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German Free Socialist Republic, Berlin

Berlin was busily engaged in defense preparations at this time.

Of course. Berlin was the epicenter of the revolution that Lenin had failed miserably at, yet remarkably succeeded in.

Naturally, the streets were draped in red flags, with Communist propaganda plastered on walls, while theaters screened propaganda films even amid these trying times.

Meanwhile, the Berlin Defense People’s Army urged the citizens onward.

“Comrades! If we falter here, the world revolution is finished! Work hard!”

“The German workers are invincible!”

Troops and supplies were gathered to fortify the defense lines on the outskirts of Berlin. Even children were mobilized.

Anti-aircraft guns were set up throughout Berlin, and firebombs to be thrown at the Russian army were produced.

During the rapidly fleeting time of pitiful surrenders to the German Empire Army, preparations were made as solidly as possible.

In this process, any lacked manpower was maximally supplemented.

“In defending the nation, gender does not matter. Comrade women, pick up your submachine guns for Germany and Comrade Goebbels!”

“Children and the elderly, carry weapons as well!”

Berlin’s women had to step out of the factories and onto the defense lines, and no one, neither children nor the elderly, was exempt.

Additionally, in case Dachau fell to the enemies, even British prisoners of war who could become enemy soldiers were rounded up in droves.

On the flip side, refugees and deserters were met with immediate execution.

“How dare you betray the homeland and Comrade Goebbels! Die!”

In a red-style instant people’s trial, executions were imposed without exception, serving as a warning to anyone contemplating escape.

Through these means, only the die-hard Reds remained in Berlin.

“You Tommies have been given an honorable opportunity to defend the heart of communism, Berlin! If you fight staunchly and safeguard Berlin, you too will become part of the German people!”

There was no option for refusal, and those British soldiers who had endured long, miserable re-education and labor in Dachau had no choice but to surrender to survive, even a little.

Meanwhile, in Goebbels’ bunker in Berlin, Goebbels confirmed the defense plans once again.

“Comrade Secretary, the defense lines are nearly complete and the enemy’s forces have appeared.”

“Can we hold them off?”

He suspiciously asked Keitel, but it was a foolish question to pose.

“Shouldn’t we simply do our best, Comrade Secretary?”

“The people of Berlin have united under the workers’ banner! We can stop the enemy’s assault!”

Goebbels chuckled wearily at the words of Keitel and Burkdorf.

“We’ll do our best. We can hold them off.” Just mere wishful thinking.

Right. Since we decided to hold, what else is there?

For now, even if we acknowledge the loss, it had to be done.

We had to demonstrate the resolve of the German people to those inferior Slavs.

Meanwhile, one of the defense commanders of Berlin, Helmut Weitling, sighed as he gazed upon the approaching Russian army from afar.

Although the Central Group Army and Berlin Defense Corps were mobilized, there was no way to hold them back.

The very individuals claiming to be the people’s army meant to block the enemies had again become the reactionary forces, and there was no one to trust even in Berlin.

Moreover, the colonels and generals of the organized defense districts were inexperienced fighters, and thus there was little hope for battle.

Additionally, the commander responsible for the Berlin defense, Ferdinand Schoerner, was not a particularly remarkable figure, nor was Weitling himself.

“Comrade, the reactionary Roskes are coming.”

“So, it has come to this.”

While such thoughts crossed his mind, the enemy’s attack finally commenced.

As the battle began, the White Russian Air Force bombers poured bombs on the defense lines, having dominated the skies over the Red Airforce.

The Russian J2 rockets indiscriminately rained down on Berlin city.

Soon, the Russian Katyusha multiple rocket launcher and artillery began mercilessly assaulting the defense lines.

“Oh, son of the Tsar! Children of the United States! Let us destroy all the German Reds!”

“For mother Tsarina, charge forward! Uraaaargh!”

As shelling commenced, Ungern, Semenov, and Tukachevsky’s armies advanced toward Berlin.

Ungern and Semenov’s main forces were veteran armored divisions thriving since the Russian Civil War, while Tukachevsky’s forces were comprised of former Bolsheviks who had previously defected, formed to prove they were not Bolsheviks.

<Boom! Kwang!>

Every time a Russian T-34-85 fired its 85mm main gun, German Panzer III and IV tanks were obliterated along with their crews.

The Communist German military faced Russian forces that were on another level compared to World War I.

They could maneuver without the need for radio communication like the Germans. Meanwhile, the sheer quality of the Russian tanks was overwhelming.

Though they had absorbed French forces, the tanks of the Communist German army were weak compared to Nazi Germany.

“Tank III at 11 o’clock! Distance 1000, armor-piercing round!”

“Loading complete!”

<Boom!>

“Hit! Reload!”

“Shell loaded! Aim complete! Fire!”

<Tukwaaaang!>

In order to grant victory to Mother Tsarina who was watching from the command, the Russian tanks collaborated to reload and fire repeatedly under the tank commander, destroying the German tanks.

Of course, the Communist German forces were not merely idling either.

After all, they had anti-tank weapons like the Panzerfaust, so the hard-core Reds who couldn’t let Berlin fall charged forward to fire their Panzerfausts at the T-34 to destroy it.

“How does that taste! You reactionary Roskes! Huh?”

<Grroooaaagh!>

However, they could not overcome the disadvantage.

Even if they destroyed a few tanks, they could not fend off the wave of steel advancing on them.

A proud People’s Army soldier who felt triumphant after knocking out a tank was crushed under the treads and turned into meat paste.

Even if one tank was destroyed, three or four more took its place.

The differences in numbers, quality, and soldiers’ skill were vast.

Even if they rushed forward with the people’s will against the reactionary imperialists, it was akin to throwing eggs at tempered steel.

The Communist German forces were significantly weakened from exhausting their strength in the Sudetenland, and even the A Group Army, which had some strength, remained in the lowland areas.

There was a great disparity in the level of officers on the front lines.

Most Communist German officers lacked experience and could only gaze in awe at the wave of steel.

“How are we supposed to stop that!”

In the end, the defense line was breached, and following the tanks, Russian infantry fighting vehicles disembarked and engaged the German soldiers.

In coordination, the Danube Defense Army led by General Eugen and the German Empire Army commanded by General Werner also joined in.

Originally developed by the Skoda Company, the T-25 tank had disappeared into the annals of history due to the Panzers and now made its debut as the ST-25, influenced by the Russian Republic’s tanks, breaching the Berlin defense lines.

Tanks of the German Empire (recently the People’s Army’s tanks) followed suit.

“Is there a time when the Russian bastards being our allies feels so reassuring?”

“If we turn against Russia, we are done for.”

The anti-air pact forces were not lacking in anything.

There was a bounty of weapons and resources from Russia, and Romania nearby was also available to resupply fuel.

While the anti-air pact forces prepared to enter Berlin with great enthusiasm, Weitling could only chuckle wearily.

Adding the Commune forces that hadn’t even managed to return, they were already considerably lacking, while the enemy could simply overwhelm with numbers without a real strategy.

Even the British troops coerced into joining were not much help.

“I suppose this battle is doomed.”

Weitling shot a glance at the political officer watching him closely, considering whether he might surrender.

And just as the meaning of those words clicked, the die-hard Goebbels fan political officer pulled his gun.

“What are you saying, Commander?”

“We have to save whatever soldiers remain.”

To be honest, the defense line had been battered badly enough that it was uncertain how many of the remaining troops would survive. However, it was now time to save whatever troops could be saved.

At Weitling’s words, the political officer raised his gun aimed at him.

“This is a betrayal to Comrade Goebbels!”

“The gun is not yours alone.”

<Tang!>

Unlike the political officer, whose intent was to merely instill fear, Weitling’s gun fired without hesitation.

As a bullet cleanly punctured the political officer’s forehead, he fell to the ground instantly.

This may not be the end of the war, but the global communist revolution was already doomed.

The enemy considered communists mere insects, treating it as something natural even to kill civilians.

Surrender was not just optional; it was necessary when there was even a slight chance of acceptance.

As the defense forces of Weitling surrendered, the Berlin defense line completely collapsed.

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Anti-Air Pact Army Joint Command

Bombing Berlin was a matter for some serious consideration.

In case the Berlin defense wall was solid enough to withstand our assault, we should prepare accordingly, though I still had no definitive thoughts on this.

The stingray project was finally nearing completion, and the prototype aircraft had already been built. It would indeed be great to use this to showcase all kinds of weapons.

However, I realized I had perhaps overly underestimated the difficulty of this war.

I had spoken seriously to Wilhelm II, but it was clear that I didn’t need to directly witness the situation—it was advantageous in plain sight.

“Your Majesty. The enemy’s defense lines have been breached.”

“Already?”

I figured it wouldn’t be possible so soon.

How long had it been since I arrived at the front lines?

“From the outset, there was a shortage of supplies, making even urban combat difficult. Berlin Defense Army commander Weitling has surrendered.”

“Isn’t it wrong to waste so much time given the disparity in strength?”

Indeed. Goebbels had fervently rallied and built the defense line with the People’s Army, but resources had run dry.

It could be attributed to the British forces destroying the factories, but considering that the Nazi Germany’s stature was already fragile, compounded by the absence of Czechs and Austrians, I wondered if any of this was normal.

Spain striking France surely had its share of blame.

There would also be a dip in morale upon hearing news of the German Empire’s forces entering Berlin.

Honestly, having it breach sooner is more beneficial for us.

Just as Rasputitsa hindered Germany in the German-Soviet War, though we did prepare the roads, we too might annoy the reinforcements coming to the homeland.

Above all, how long would the supply lines elongate if we were to push from Russia all the way to France?

We couldn’t leave everything to Spain. Ultimately, we’d have to push through completely ourselves.

“Oh, what great news. We won’t have to use those weapons!”

The Kaiser was as gleeful as a child.

“Indeed.”

Should I say something bittersweet? Not sure.

You know, flying stingray-shaped aircraft soaring above Berlin dropping shells everywhere.

The Reds would panic and flip out; that was what I was looking forward to.

Hmm.

Unfortunately, that seems impossible here.

Well then. Next is Goebbels.

As soon as the defense line was breached, I too set out toward Berlin with the command center.

Despite advancing so boldly, whether to capture or kill Goebbels would determine how we would treat the Reds going forward.

Ultimately, if that guy dies a martyr’s death for the Reds, that will be the end of it.

I’ll have to ramp up anti-Red education diligently to prevent those who might suck up to us in the future.

If not, preparing a fake Goebbels is also an option.

<Boom! Kwang!>

It seems fighting is still occurring in various locations throughout Berlin.

While we’ve already reached the suburbs, our bombers are also dumping bombs from the skies.

Upon taking a closer look, German snipers firing from the buildings were crushed when their structures collapsed due to our tanks.

“Ahhh! Save me!”

“You damn Roske bastards!”

The sight of the dying Red German soldiers from a distance is truly pitiful.

How did they end up as Reds?

How did they find themselves desperately fighting in this position?

Even now, it would be much easier if they just laid down their weapons.

All that’s visible are the dreadful ruins revealing their intentions everywhere, with the bodies of the German People’s Army sprawled on the ground carelessly.

<Tatata! Bang!>

Sounds of intense urban combat can be heard from afar.

Dense smoke and pillars of fire are rising from all corners of Berlin.

“Your Majesty, it is too dangerous behind you.”

Ungern, who had taken on the task of assaulting Berlin, rushed to block me.

However, regrettably, those German Reds won’t be able to reach us.

How would they stop the waves of the anti-air pact army encroaching from every direction?

Moreover, the retreat routes are intentionally left open; considering those who might sneak away, how many will try to target the command center?

To reach me, they’d have to break through the Cossack elite guards.

Even if I don’t look it, I carry the stature of a Cossack Ataman.

The Cossacks always escort me around.

“Either way, those guys won’t reach us.”

Isn’t that so?

Even alone, it’s a fight that’s neck and neck.

They’re now sweeping the pests, the German Reds, as the anti-air pact forces exterminate those pests.

Truly pitiful things.

It would have probably been better for them had Kaiser’s Germany remained.

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