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Can those dying bastards dare to terrorize me when my army’s out there?

This must be the brutality of war. My future wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It was just supposed to be a nuclear ending with a few clicks of a button.

Seoul melting away in the heat of the nuke, and maybe if I was far enough from ground zero, it wouldn’t matter.

But my family, unlike me, who stayed home, were in Seoul and couldn’t escape the nuclear heat.

When I heard the news, rather than tears, I felt incredulity.

A nuke suddenly dropped on Seoul in the middle of the night.

I consider myself lucky to have survived.

Trying to contact my family later, but I couldn’t get through.

They died without even feeling pain. War is brutal, but I experienced the horror of nuclear first.

Then, nuclear bombs fell on Japan and Taiwan, and the Western world retaliated by dropping nukes on North Korea, China, and Russia, the former Red Team. As a result, most countries in the world became paralyzed and lawless wastelands.

But here, it was terrible in its own way.

Though the fighting against the Bolsheviks was tough, at least the battle of Moscow ended quickly.

The Bolsheviks were exceptionally weak, the people’s minds had already turned, and since they were Russians and not foreigners, victory tilted towards us, so they surrendered.

On this side, even with the German Imperial Army, the main force is the Russian Army, so it’s a different situation.

“How pathetic. It would be nice if they surrendered like this.”

Even if they are pests, we have to accept their surrender eventually.

But they cling on fiercely, proving they truly are red cockroaches.

With no supplies or anything.

They’ve even starting launching suicide attacks.

“Die! You Russians!”

Yeah. There are even women running towards us, wrapped in bombs, wanting to die.

Of course, that whole bunch will die, but it’s extremely unpleasant.

It’s a city that’s incredibly red.

Was Nazi Germany’s Berlin really like this?

“I hear Berlin was the first to flip during the revolution. Only true reds are left, so they will resist fiercely. To them, even the German Empire’s army is an enemy since they ousted the Kaiser.”

Drozdovsky shook his head, looking helpless.

In the distance, soldiers using flamethrowers could be seen, aiming to exterminate the reds.

From the entrance of the building, flames are being poured out; apparently, there are some resisting German reds.

“We will not succumb to the reactionaries!”

“What are those bugs saying!”

Hmm, that looks good.

Right. Reds should be dealt with like that.

If the White Army soldiers’ perceptions are anything to go by, the armies of other nations wouldn’t be any different, so the red plague will be treated as plague in the future.

“How unfortunate, as a Saint of Russia, I feel pity for them. They should realize reality soon.”

“Then it’s impossible for them to become reds.”

Right. That makes sense.

If they realized that, they wouldn’t become reds.

Because they don’t know reality, they become reds, and because they don’t know reality, they resist us.

The Treaty of Versailles was far more merciful than actual history, and Germany was in good shape, supporting Russia while preparing to be stabbed by France from behind.

How foolish of them to get caught up in Karl Liebknecht’s agitation and become reds. Such stupidity.

“I can’t show them mercy, but if we’re going to send them off, let’s do it quickly.”

As a saint, it’s truly unfortunate.

If these guys were to win and turn the land red, and if they made nukes…

Then wouldn’t another nuclear war occur?

Since the red team started the nuclear war, I have come to believe that reds will definitely trigger a nuclear conflict.

“Yes. The allied forces are already flooding in, so these guys won’t last long.”

There’s no mercy for those reds who resist until the end against the White Army.

If they surrender and switch sides to the White Army, I might consider it, but looking at them now, I can see they would resist until Berlin is utterly obliterated.

I doubt Berlin will regain the glory of being a former capital after this war.

It’s completely destroyed, so there’s no chance of that.

Sure, it took a massive toll in Dunkirk, but at least the UK is doing relatively well.

Even if people died, the industry is still intact.

Germany has lost both people and industry.

As for France, if it gets torn apart, it would be the same. And for the UK, they want to exert more power, but can’t manage.

If Japan entered French Indochina, wouldn’t they also touch British Malaya?

“I hear the Okhrana has failed. Has Goebbels’ whereabouts been determined?”

“No, not yet. We still have some ways to go to where he is.”

Right. There’s still some distance to cover. But this is Berlin after all.

As a capital, complete occupation will take some time.

“Have you prepared someone to replace Goebbels?”

“Yes. We’ve selected someone who resembles him. He’s already been bribed by the Okhrana.”

Good. That’s a relief. That Goebbels guy is likely trying to remain a martyr. That would be troublesome for us.

“It might be good to utilize that person during the trial.”

Such matters need to be handled properly.

To kill the leader of communism’s heartland, Goebbels, we have to do it perfectly.

Before long, we launched an attack from the north, joining the German Imperial Army that reclaimed northern Germany.

And just like before, though still looking a bit like zombies, we finally met the Kaiser, who ignited the last spark of hope for reclaiming the homeland.

“Hmm. How unfortunate. Berlin, with its history and tradition, has come to this.”

Carefully, I asked the Kaiser walking beside me through the ruins of Berlin.

This isn’t mockery but a genuine sentiment.

Even if we have to obliterate it to exterminate the reds, it’s still sad to see the city get destroyed.

The Kaiser must realize that as well.

So, he seems satisfied just to reclaim the homeland.

“What can we do? Since Communist Germany is resisting to the bitter end, we have no choice.”

But can we even use this place as a capital?

It has transformed far too desolate; even Churchill, who has been buttering up to me, would likely lose sympathy for Germany upon seeing this city.

I suddenly became curious.

Is the Kaiser going to use this as the German capital after the war?

Though not to be compared with Moscow, which wasn’t affected by the war at all, would it even be appropriate to use such a devastated capital like this like Moscow?

“Can we truly call this the future capital of the Empire?”

Germany can’t even claim reparations from this.

Communist Germany is essentially still Germany’s land.

They might be able to tear apart France and extort reparations, but then Free France would become an issue.

“It will be tough. Until the reconstruction of Berlin is complete, I intend to keep Königsberg as the capital. I have to sort out everything I’ve messed up and pass it on to my daughter.”

That’s right. This place has been occupied by the reds.

To end the red plague, such sacrifices are inevitable, and the reconstruction will take a long time.

Tap, tap, tap, shooooooo!

Just in time, rain began to pour.

Now, with the miserable state of Berlin added to the rain, it truly felt like a city of death and despair.

The Chief of Staff and German Imperial soldiers provided umbrellas for me and the Kaiser.

“They say Goebbels’ symbolic building is the National Assembly. It seems to be called the Revolutionary Council Assembly.”

Said Drozdovsky beside me as the Kaiser and I looked at the symbol of that red bastard.

Right. That makes sense.

“Hmm, who should go in first? Goebbels is basically holed up in his bunker, and this is a victory celebration after all.”

I could concede this to the Kaiser.

It signifies that the owner of the old regime triumphed over the red plague.

But now, the Kaiser, being so old, seems to want to concede to me.

“I’ll enter that secretary’s residence. Tsarina will enter the Revolutionary Council Assembly and proudly celebrate our victory.”

“Well, if that’s the case.”

No way I thought I would experience something like this in my lifetime.

Possessing the Princess’ identity and becoming the Tsar while gripping Russia’s throat, I have come this far.

Now, I am entering the Revolutionary Council Assembly, the heart of Communist Germany, which is on the verge of collapse.

But I suddenly think.

No matter what, stepping into this iconic building of communism feels surreal.

Before long, our soldiers hang the tricolor of the Russian Republic at the top of the assembly building.

Originally, it should have been the Soviet’s red flag.

The red German flag of the candle and hammer descends, and the two-headed eagle representing the Third Rome rises.

Honestly, while the worker’s flag looks cool, isn’t it the eagle that stands out more?

As I pondered this, a German red corpse suddenly sprang up and shot something at me.

“Die, witch of Moscow! Avenge the dying German populace!”

“Y-your Highness! You must dodge!”

Looking at the incoming bomb, I chuckled. It’s been a while since something like this happened.

BOOM!

Isn’t this a long-awaited act of terror?

It feels like the first after the bombing in Poland. Regrettably, I once again survived.

This is a bit annoying.

Despite this, I still feel pain. I’m barely pretending to be okay.

The face of the true red who threw the bomb is twisted in a horrible expression, as if seeing a ghost.

“Oh, this is what tanghulu is.”

So don’t be so surprised, red.

“Y-your Highness is alive!”

“What. Wh-what? How could the witch of reaction live. GRAAAAH!”

The red who tried to assassinate me quickly became food for the White Army soldiers’ bullets.

Not dying is just a mere matter of chance.

It’s the old man that sent me here. But still…

If I look closely, he’s just a boy on the verge of manhood.

Though he’s still young and rather pitiful, seeing how the older Germans he’s with are also reds, it seems he was doomed to be a red too.

Even that Goebbels guy is using something like the Volkssturm.

Should I say something to this red?

“Well, the Communist Party is messed up, and I’m the only one who’s right.”

Now, as I turn away, this place isn’t just filled with me and my confidants.

“Was the rumor true?”

“Crazy. Is that really possible? To withstand a bomb with just a body?”

This time, I saw even the allied soldiers nearby flock over, drawn by the sound of the explosion.

The Danube Defense Army, the Bulgarian army, and the Turkish forces as well.

Allied soldiers, who had been exterminating the surrounding reds along with the Russian White Army, witnessed this event.

And additionally, including Kaiser, who was with them.

But this could be a problem.

Even if they see the Tsar withstand a bomb, witnessing it firsthand wouldn’t feel real.

Should I pull an example from Petrograd?

I calmly pretended like nothing was wrong and turned my body.

“And look. The reds are foolish enough that they can’t even make bombs properly. Otherwise, could anyone withstand a bomb with just a woman’s body? The Bolsheviks from twenty years ago are the same; they are worshipping humans without making anything worth a damn.”

I confidently show my whole, unscathed self.

The fact I’m unhurt proves that the bomb made by the reds is a completely useless piece of trash.

This leaves the soldiers with no choice but to believe it.

“A-ha! So that’s how it is!”

“Reds can’t even make weapons properly!”

“Believing in communism leads to such downfall!”

Regrettably, when people experience utterly absurd and genuinely fantastical events right in front of their eyes, they want to deny reality.

Thus, I provided them with a psychological rationale.

After smiling at the still dazed Kaiser, I asked Drozdovsky about the gun that just killed the red.

Until now, I hadn’t seen much of the infantry’s weapons at the command center. But that one caught my eye.

“What kind of gun is that?”

It looks somewhat familiar, maybe a bit too similar to what I know. It might have been something developed a little earlier.

Seeing as it had not been visible at the start of the war, it seems to be a newly supplied weapon.

“That’s the Kalashnikov developed by the young man from the Tsvetkov Gun Factory. I heard he’s the successor to Tsvetkov. He’s said to be a disciple of Tsvetkov, like Georgi Shpakhin and Vasily Degtyarev. It was recently supplied to the army.”

Drozdovsky briefly explained.

It seems that talented individuals somehow find their way to the right place.

But isn’t he too young to be making it?

Well, this world offers ample opportunities for learning, so perhaps Kalashnikov worked at the Tsvetkov factory.

But didn’t he originally serve as a tank soldier?

Even claiming to have drawn inspiration from the MP40, a Nazi German weapon.

Or maybe he just took inspiration from our weapons here.

If it was made at the Tsvetkov factory, then it would have been modeled after the new guns Tsvetkov had created.

Or perhaps, he’s setting out on a dedicated path to weapon development in this world.

That’s not impossible. The Kalashnikov family had been exiled to Siberia due to Stalin’s peasant purges.

In this place, it seems he’s on the lookout for something that interests him.

In the original history, Nazi Germany had begun the initial production of the world’s first assault rifle, the StG44, in ’42 and officially registered and started full production in ’44.

Well, that’s that, but it would still be called an automatic rifle, right?

Hitler did name it an assault rifle, huh. I wonder if the Danube Defense Army made an StG44.

“Let’s categorize that as an assault rifle.”

“Assault rifle. Not bad at all.”

Right. That’s fine, and I’m a bit mad.

I still feel the piercing pain coursing through my body, you know?

That damn old man didn’t take away pain, so it feels like my body is being torn apart and then reattached.

“But how annoying that reds can’t even make their own weapons. Exterminate all the reds hiding throughout the city.”

“Yes, your Highness.”

Once again, Russian White Army soldiers stepped out into Berlin.

Suddenly, I looked over the city of Berlin, which had been completely destroyed due to vigorous resistance from the bugs.

Berlin has now met its end, and it feels… empty.

Thinking back to the original history of the German-Soviet war, isn’t this difficulty a bit too easy?

Communist Germany was weaker than Nazi Germany, and although Russia has grown stronger than the Soviet Union, I never imagined they’d crumble this easily.

Perhaps, taking the chance, I could create a force that will dominate not just Europe, but the world beneath a banner called the Human Federation in a near-future fantasy story?

They could all be bound under the banner of the Human Federation, so in the future, Russia won’t invade in front of their doorsteps like Pius, and there’s no need for the safety net that is the United States.

“No, that’s not right.”

Despite such desires rising within me, if Russia leads the world after the war, it would all be meaningless.

After all, the war isn’t over yet. Looking at the retreating Commune forces, it seems they’re hastily preparing their defenses.

I wonder how strong the premier army of Europe, which has fallen to reds, France, really is.

Will you be able to withstand a nuke?

 

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