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A few days ago, in a Berlin underground bunker

The German Communist Party in the underground bunker was sinking into despair with each news that came in.

Reportskept flooding in with no miraculous victory achieved through the people’s power, just that everyone was dying because of Russia’s new weapon.

Moreover, today’s news was about incompetent allies.

“The Ethiopian Army has landed in Sicily with the help of the Russian, Spanish, and Turkish allied fleets, advancing into the Italian mainland.”

“What on earth can those morons do!”

Of all things, that blockhead Benito Mussolini was being invaded by the African army.

At this rate, the only place left would be France.

France, too, was being forced into a two-front war with the Spanish Falangists’ army crossing the Pyrenees.

It was indeed that troublesome Italian army.

Had that damn Italy not broken through the meager Danube Mountain Division while the Danube main forces were entangled in the Sudetenland and then taken Vienna, they would have secured the Danube and moved into the Balkans before Russia arrived. A final war would have ensued.

At that point, the war would have dragged on even longer, and despite the difference in weaponry, we were also continually developing our own weapons, making it possible to fight against Russia.

“I should have sent the French Commune forces to Italy.”

Regretting it late, yet the situation had already turned upside down.

“You really need to escape now, Comrade Secretary-General.”

“Is the situation that serious?”

Goebbels scanned the faces of his aides with a grave expression.

Yeah. Their faces are anything but normal.

Look at those faces drowned in despair from continuous defeats.

You could tell how dire the situation was.

Yeah. Let’s find out how far they have reached.

“To the east, they’ve reached Liechtenberg, Malzdorf, and Karlsruhe.”

“When Steiner attacks, things will get better again.”

Goebbels said, desperately spinning his finger on the map.

But his aides knew this was just an attempt to ignore reality.

“Comrade Secretary-General, Steiner has already surrendered to the Kaiser.”

Steiner’s surrender.

At those words, Goebbels’ hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

Unlike history as it should have been, he, having become the leader of Germany, was growing increasingly erratic as the situation deteriorated.

“The only ones left are the ones I named. Keitel, Jodl, Bormann, Krebs,”

Exiting the conference room with only those four named, Goebbels opened his mouth with wide eyes.

“That was an order! Steiner’s attack was an order! How dare he surrender to the reactionaries! How dare he disobey my orders! How could it come to this! The Red Army has deceived me! All of them! Even my own Ministry of Internal Affairs (Goebbels’ SS) has deceived me! The generals are all traitors and unreliable cowardly scum!”

Goebbels shouted angrily.

Goebbels commanded the generals in charge of each army to absolutely hold their territories.

Those bastards were too eager to surrender without even trying to fight properly.

As the tides of war turned against them, they surrendered right away.

Honestly, I wonder if I can trust the ones in front of me.

“Comrade Secretary-General, I cannot accept this. The soldiers who bleed for you—”

“They are just cowards, betrayers! Traitors!”

Just betrayal.

Damn it. These trash bags that hinder the world revolution.

One day, they too will try to save their necks.

How did the German people end up with nothing but stupid and vile betrayers?

To be so scared of those Slavic dogs that they are wagging their tails!

“Comrade, you’re going too far!”

“The officers are betrayers of the German people!”

Even his aides had nothing more to say.

Because it was indeed betrayal. Right now, there are countless generals surrendering to the Russian army.

If they had held on even a little longer, Germany wouldn’t be collapsing like this.

Perhaps it was because they were nostalgic for the imperial era that everyone turned traitor the moment the tides of war shifted.

“You bastards who attended the military academy for a few years act all high and mighty as generals. You learned nothing more than how to hold a knife and fork. I gave you a chance, and you betrayed me!”

Goebbels’ fury seemed unending.

“The Red Army has been obstructing me for years. They have done nothing but block my path! I should have purged the higher officers back in the cells without trying to woo them! Just like that Anastasia! I was born into a petty bourgeois family. Yet I, alone, dominated the Communist Party and Europe (specifically Western Europe)! From the start, I was betrayed and deceived by you bastards!”

Even after that, Goebbels continued to rage and insult the German People’s Army, his own army.

But his aides thought he didn’t even have the time for this.

“Comrade, please forgive us.”

Goebbels could not say anything more.

It was because his loyal SS from the Ministry of Internal Affairs had fainted him from behind.

But this had to be done.

This was the only way to buy a little more time.

Keitel had long ago persuaded Goebbels’ SS to join the French Commune.

He informed Torrez of the French Commune to prepare for a desperate fight.

Loyal people’s armies were directed to the French side to urgently reinforce the hasty defense line, the Maginot Line, along with the Commune forces.

Unlike history, the Army’s strengthening of the construction of the Maginot Line was not accepted, but they hurriedly made it now.

Of course, something hastily constructed during wartime would not be expected to have any defensive power, and it needed to be physically blocked.

Thus, Goebbels was fainted to escape Berlin.

“Is this really okay?”

“If we surrender unconditionally, our necks may not be safe. We need to take you to Paris as soon as possible.”

Just the other day, the Okhrana had infiltrated too.

They had to flee while they still could.

The situation was dire, but the British were just sticking to the outside, buzzing around like flies.

And if they continued to impose damage on the Anti-Air Defense Pact countries, those guys would surely end up reaching a ceasefire or truce.

How long will that Saint of Russia continue fighting while her own troops are getting cut down?

They must make a desperate stand in still-viable Paris.

Meanwhile, a similar situation was unfolding in the Italian Socialist Republic of Rome.

“What the hell is going on! What has the Red Army been doing all along! You fools!”

“Comrade Secretary-General, you need to calm down.”

“Calm down? Do I look calm to you? Speak if you can. How can we be landing in Ethiopia, damn it!”

The Ethiopian Army had already landed and was marching north in grand style.

The Anti-Air Defense Pact’s allied fleet was pounding at various places in Italy.

“Right now, our army is stuck in Greece—”

Stuck in Greece, huh?

If the homeland is in danger, we should be withdrawing troops, yet what is this nonsense?

Benito Mussolini slammed his desk and raised his voice.

“Greece? What on earth has our People’s Navy been doing all this time?”

“Well, they… were wiped out and lost supremacy at sea, so it’s tough.”

In fact, the staff had so much to say.

Who was it that brought things to this state?

It was none other than the Secretary-General, Benito Mussolini himself.

What could you say to him when pointing out his responsibility.

“How is it that the strongest Red Roman Army under heaven is being pushed back like this?”

“Comrade, I think it’s time for you to decide.”

One aide, unable to tolerate the nonsensical chatter any longer, spoke up.

Now it was time for this side to decide as well. Surrender or flee to Paris and fight desperately—there were only two options.

At those words, Benito Mussolini’s mind momentarily returned.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I’m saying we should negotiate with them now—”

“Is that what you call saying that? To negotiate with those bastards?”

Benito Mussolini was no fool.

He was the one who brought this ridiculous nation, shameful even among great powers, up to this level with the Red Revolution.

And now, to negotiate with those guys! What is the difference from a thousand times worse, a tail-wagging mutt!

Actually, it was nothing more or less than a tail-wagging mutt. But Benito Mussolini never once thought he had been defeated.

It was the subordinates who were incompetent; he was doing just fine until now!

“Comrade Secretary-General, this is serious.”

“What now?”

What could possibly be serious this time with that expression?

This isn’t more news about a territory being occupied and retreating, is it?

“Rome. The Ethiopian Army has landed in Rome.”

The Ethiopian Army has landed in Rome.

What on earth is this incompetent army doing?

Was the army of this nation truly not strong?

Even though he had made it a glorious Red Rome, was it weak?

That’s nonsense.

Is his dream of reconstructing Rome falling apart merely because of one girl from Moscow?

“Comrade Secretary-General, the Anastasia supporters have started a riot!”

Anastasia supporters were in this country as well?

Indeed. The so-called accelerationist Anastasia supporters, bizarrely different from standard revisionist capitalism, naturally had their place in Italy, growing stronger due to Benito Mussolini’s miserable rule, the continuous defeats of the Red Army, and the completely reversed tides of war.

Especially the army that was guarding Rome was aligning with these supporters, with some even thinking of surrendering to Anastasia or Hitler before being further humiliated by the African Army.

“Were there really Anastasia supporters in this country?”

But before he could even ask that, a young aide rushed into the Secretary-General’s office.

“Comrade! The Ethiopian Army is closing in on us! The Spanish, Turkish, and Algerian French armies are coming with them!”

The Ethiopian, Spanish, Turkish, and Algerian French armies.

How can we possibly stop all of that?

“The Danube Federation is advancing south from the north!”

And now the Danube Federation is coming too, just how many are closing in on us?

Then, where are we supposed to go?

“Fortunately, Goebbels is also in France right now, so you should go there.”

Is it really going to end up like this?

If we are going to France, isn’t that admitting defeat?

What a heartbreaking situation. But…

Benito Mussolini stood up suddenly, clenched his right hand tightly, and steeled himself.

“Comrades! I will not flee! I won’t escape like Goebbels! I will fight to the death!”

“We don’t even have time to flee.”

There’s nowhere to escape anyway, so what talk of fleeing?

In the end, Benito Mussolini and the Communist Party began their last stand in Rome.

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Berlin has been occupied, but Goebbels has escaped.

A massive massacre followed the occupation of Berlin, overflowing with true Reds.

While it was called a massacre, it was merely cleaning up the pests that kept running towards the end, the Anti-Air Defense Pact forces called it the Berlin Purification Operation, meaning to purify the Red plague.

At least the elderly had less of the red attributes, but among the women of Berlin, many charging with guns were indeed Reds.

This part already showed how aggressively Goebbels had instilled the red plague.

In any case, once the purification work was over, what remained was a true ghost town abandoned without management and Reds who couldn’t escape, alongside a small number of civilians unable to flee.

Most of the men died, leaving primarily the elderly, women, and very young children who could not become Reds.

The Kaiser was occupying the Chancellor’s Office, happily deploying the Imperial Army to secure peace in Berlin.

“Your Majesty. It seems we will soon take control of the entire German mainland.”

“Hmm, unexpectedly low resistance. It is too weak.”

Unlike Berlin, the ease of takeover was somewhat surprising.

Perhaps the resistance in Berlin was the last. It may also be due to the army’s surrender, but anyway…

Am I caring too much about the original history?

Then again, it seems unexpected for Germany to fall like this.

No, to think about it coldly, the Communist Germany had done everything they could do from their position.

For the sake of world revolution, they had to fight us, and in the process, they had defended against the allied forces, using the scythe operation to mind-control France, hence turning them into allies.

The British Army was obliterated; in a single battle, Britain was rendered incapable of landing.

Just from seeing all this, aside from the history of Nazi Germany, when viewing only the history of this world, it’s not too bad.

If Hitler of the Danube hadn’t existed, the dual empire’s constituent nations might have been pulverized and devoured by Germany.

It was true they had worked hard from the vantage point of a Communist regime.

“Yes. The A Group army of Communist Germany defending the lowlands has moved to France.”

“Are there still group armies left?”

Is there still such a sizable force left?

If such a force exists, why wasn’t it used for the defense of Berlin?

“Yes. They probably wanted to eliminate the resistance in the lowlands and prevent any possible landing of the Commonwealth forces?”

That seemed suspicious for them not helping on the Berlin defense.

If they joined before we came in, at the very least they should have been advancing towards Berlin.

The problem was that they moved further towards France instead.

“Hmm. That’s suspicious.”

“They’re probably planning to stop them in France.”

If they plan to stop in France, it likely means that the Communist Party leaders who fled Berlin went to the Commune.

Goebbels might be left in Paris preparing for a final stand as well.

 

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