The Dragon That Devours the World

Berlin, April 20, 1945.

"Boom...boom..."

It was early morning, but the roaring cannons awakened the sleep of the citizens of Berlin. Also awakened was a certain person who had suffered insomnia for many days.

"Boom..."

In the bunker, in the long corridor, stepping on heavy footsteps, Adolf Hitler in military uniform with his hands behind his back, looking gloomily at the soldiers standing guard in the corridor, his eyes were surrounded by dark circles. The successive setbacks of the war have made him sleepless, and he has to rely on drugs such as opium and **** to calm himself.

"Happy birthday, head of state."

Several generals who were whispering saw Adolf and hurriedly stood at attention and said.

April 20th, it was Adolf's birthday, and today he is 55 years old. But for the generals' congratulations, Adolf didn't care, but looked directly at one of the generals and said.

"What's the matter? How can there be cannons outside Berlin?"

He stared directly at the Nazi general, and stared at him with terrifyingly sharp eyes, Burgdorf, the second-level Nazi German army hesitated at this moment, not knowing how to answer the head of state.

And seeing his reaction, Adolf's face showed anger, and he had guessed what was going on.

"It's ridiculous. My enemies have already approached Berlin, but my generals are still hiding things from me. I didn't know about it until the sound of gunfire sounded in my ears!"

Angrily walked forward, the army boots stepped on heavy steps, Adolf's voice was full of anger, while Burgdorf and several other generals behind him hurriedly followed behind, trying to explain to the head of state as they walked. Something.

"Head of State, that could also be a train cannon."

The train cannon, a heavy-duty cannon mounted on a train that uses rails to advance, has a very long range. If it were a train cannon, it could still bomb Berlin dozens of miles away. At first glance, it seemed that this explanation was reasonable, but facing the explanation of his generals, Adolf who went straight forward just lost a word without looking back.

"fart!"

Entering the military conference room, Adolf dialed a phone call.

"Kohler, do you know that Berlin was attacked by artillery... don't you? How could you not know... my air force? How could they let the Soviets into Berlin... I should have hanged all the leadership of the Luftwaffe. !"

Then, as if he heard something that made Adolf furious, he roared furiously and hung up the phone hard.

…

The Führer Bunker is an extremely large underground complex, and there is even a conference hall for the generals and the Führer to meet.

In the conference hall, the generals in twos and threes were whispering to each other their views on the war, but more of them were dissatisfaction with their colleagues, complaints, and despair of the war, and some even directly said that they surrendered to the Allied forces. Decided.

Germany at this moment is facing the double-sided attack of the United States and the Soviet Union. Thousands of lives are dying every moment, but Germany can only support it hard, and when the Soviet army began to bomb Berlin, it was very important for the war. Despair has permeated the generals.

"Surrender, we have no chance..."

One of the Wehrmacht generals spoke in a low voice, but at this moment.

"The head of state is here!"

Accompanied by a loud voice, all the generals hurriedly lined up, lining up like the most common soldiers, waiting for the review by the master of the empire.

"Boom...boom..."

Before anyone arrived, the low footsteps had already sounded.

Under the gaze of the generals, Adolf slowly walked out of the corridor and stepped into the hall. His body looked a little hunched, with one hand behind his back, only the sharp gaze remained.

At this moment, Adolf is already suffering from Parkinson's disease. One of his hands will always unconsciously shake. He doesn't like to let people see the fragile side of the "great leader", so he always backs that hand.

In front of Adolf, all the generals looked solemn and raised their right hands to salute him.

"Viva Heads!"

Looking at the solemn faces, Adolf looked like a knife, trying to dig out what was hidden in their hearts, but in the end he raised his left hand as the head of state's return to the generals.

The ears were full of artillery fire, but Adolf was still reviewing his generals, shaking hands with them one by one to celebrate his birthday, and the generals also offered their blessings one by one.

"Führer, please leave Berlin immediately, it is too dangerous here."

When he shook hands to Heinrich, the commander of the German army group suddenly spoke, and he tried to persuade the Führer.

However, facing Heinrich, as if Heinrich's words touched him, Adolf's face turned gloomy, he stared at him, looked at the generals in front of him, and said word by word. .

"Do you know how we lost the last war? Germany was not defeated on the front line. We were our own people who were stabbed in the back. At this moment, the German lads are still fighting desperately on the front line. Are you asking me to evacuate now?"

"Shameful, shameful!"

He roared angrily, Luheinrich was silent in front of the head of state's anger, and then Adolf looked at the other generals and said.

"I will not leave, I will live and die with Berlin."

Then the birthday celebration was over. The generals should have been busy with their own affairs, but at this moment, Adolf spoke to his confidant Goebbels.

"Goebbels, you follow me."

…

In the other room, a scaled miniature city model is placed on a huge square table. The church, the Arc de Triomphe, the government building, the opera house...every corner is carefully designed.

"Boom...boom..."

The sound of cannons continued to sound, but the two in this room turned a deaf ear. Adolf looked around at the model of the city in front of him, with rare fascination and joy in his pupils.

He gently stroked the model with his hand, and a low voice sounded.

"Goebbels, it took us more than four hundred days to finally design this blueprint... From ancient times to the present, people of generations have built too many buildings in Berlin, new, old, and messy. These should be rebuilt. Germany The people need a brand new, immortal new Berlin city."

The sound of artillery fire remained in my ears.

As he said, he paused inexplicably, and then said as if to comfort himself.

"Berlin being bombed is not all a bad thing, so it will be much easier when we rebuild."

In front of Goebbels, the head of state seemed to be a child who didn't want to believe in the coming fate, talking about his own fantasies. Everyone can feel the current situation in Germany, and there is no hope of victory. However, he is unwilling to believe and always has illusions.

"Goebbels, people have been persuading me to leave Berlin today, what do you think."

Suddenly, Adolf staring at the city model in front of him turned his head and looked at Goebbels.

Goebbels shuddered, then he said.

"We should stay in Berlin."

He is Adolf's loyal and loyal, he fanatically believes in the head of state, and upon hearing this, Adolf has a rare smile on his face and nodded gently.

Then he turned his head again, looked at the city model in front of him, and continued to mutter.

"As long as Steiner's army breaks through successfully, the Soviets must withdraw their troops and return to defense...rest assured, they can win."

Thinking of Steiner, there seemed to be more confidence in his heart, and the smile on his face grew hotter. Only Goebbels on the side remained silent. Everyone knew that Steiner had only one disabled division who was beaten to the ground. They couldn't even protect themselves, so how could they expect them to break through.

However, he did not want to break the illusion of the head of state at the moment.

…

"Head of State, I may have already said that, I think the Ninth Army must be withdrawn now, or they will be wiped out."

The military conference room was full of generals, full of a deadly and dazed atmosphere, one general said eagerly, sweating profusely.

"No, the Ninth Army can't retreat, inform Busay and let him hold his ground."

However, looking at the map in front of him, Adolf said, but another bald general on the side panted and said.

"Head of State, they will be annihilated."

"We want them to resist the Soviet army in the north and east. There is nothing to say. We will do whatever it takes. We will immediately launch a continuous and fierce attack on the Soviet army."

Facing the general's question, Adolf waved his hand.

"Which army do you need to rely on? The Führer."

The previous general's voice was hoarse, and he had to ask again. In front of him, the head of state was silent for a while, then pointed a place on the map with his finger and said stubbornly.

"Let Steiner's division advance from the north, and then join the Ninth Army."

"But the Ninth Army cannot move north. The number of enemy troops is ten times ours."

A general had to bite the bullet and replied.

"Walter Wink, let him take the Twelfth Army to support."

Adolf looked at the map and said without thinking.

"But the Legion is heading west to the Elbe."

"Then order them to turn around and come back!"

As if the continuous questioning angered Adolf, he slapped the table furiously.

"But what about the Western Front."

"Yord, are you questioning my order! I think I have already stated my order very clearly!"

Adolf's face flushed and he roared angrily.

No one dared to anger the head of state anymore, and there was dead silence in the military conference room.

After a long time, suddenly a general pushed open the door of the meeting room.

When he saw him, Adolf's face recovered a bit of calmness. William Monk, the captain of the SS brigade and major general of the Waffen SS of Nazi Germany, was an extremely experienced general. His appearance made Adolf feel a little bit. Consolation.

"Mengke, here you are... Now the Clausewitz operation has begun. Berlin is already a frontline city. You are responsible for guarding the government district..."

In the military conference room, he nodded to William Monk, and then looked at the map in front of him, Adolf muttered in thought.

However, William Monk, the calm and resolute general, asked.

"Head of state, if there is a war in Berlin, the SS is willing to die to protect Berlin, but there are still three million civilians in Berlin. They are in urgent need of evacuation, what do they do?"

Seeing his accustomed to life and death, his voice did not fluctuate, Adolf did not speak, but thought for a moment, and then said.

"Thank you for raising your concerns, but we must be cold-blooded now. There is no time to worry about civilians now."

William Monk was silent, and then he said again in a cold, unwavering voice.

"Head of State, I don't intend to offend, but what should I do with the old and weak women and children and the tens of thousands of wounded in Berlin?

No one answered.

…

A few days later, still in the military conference room, a general was using his finger to slide on the map.

"The enemy forces and broke through a wide front line. They occupied the southern part of the forest and were advancing towards Stansdorf. They were in the northern suburbs of Fronau and Pankow and reached Lichtenberg and Karl in the east. Shorst."

At this moment, Adolf Hitler with glasses listened to the general's words, then looked at the map, and then pointed the location on the map with his finger and said.

"Steiner's offense must be able to control the situation."

Then accompanied by the voice of the head of state, the meeting room was filled with a weird atmosphere, and the generals silently looked at each other.

A general was stained with sweat on his forehead, he took a deep breath, and said.

"Head of State, Steiner..."

He paused for a while, did not dare to continue speaking, a general on the side followed his words and said nervously.

"Steiner can't mobilize enough people... he can't launch an attack."

The head of state fell silent, and he didn't say a word. After a long time, his trembling hands took the glasses off the bridge of his nose.

"The people below stayed... Keto, Jod, Kreb, Bergdorf."

Then, the generals who looked at each other silently left one by one, only three of them remained, looking at Adolf Hitler in front of them uneasy.

Immediately, the voice of anger sounded.

"This is my order! I ordered Steiner to launch an attack! Who do you think you are? How dare you defy my order. This is the truth... the military has been lying to me! Everyone is lying and deceiving me!" "

The furious Adolf Hitler got up from his seat and cursed angrily.

"Unexpectedly, even the SS is no exception. Our generals are a group of despicable and unfaithful cowards!"

"Head of State, I can't tolerate you humiliating the soldiers."

One of the generals tried to refute, but all he responded to was a greater roar of anger.

"They are just a bunch of cowards! Traitors! Losers!"

"Head of State, this is a bit too much..."

"These generals are the shame of the Germans, shame! There is no sense of honor!"

But Adolf ignored his rebuttal at all, but angrily threw the pen in his hand on the map table.

Then he took a breath and continued.

"They claim to be generals. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but after so many years in the military academy, they only learned to eat with a knife and fork. They didn't learn anything. For so many years, the military has been in Pull my hind legs! They set up all kinds of obstacles for me. If I knew this way, I should follow Stalin and kill all the high-ranking officers!"

He hammered the table angrily and banged the table.

Then he panted heavily, as if tired from cursing, and sat back in his seat again.

"I have never been to a military school, but I successfully conquered Europe by my own strength... Traitors. From the very beginning, I was kept in the dark and deceived by a group of traitors. This shameful behavior is terrible to the German people. Betrayal, but these traitors must pay it back, they must pay it back with their own blood, and they must fall into their own blood!"

When the angry voice stopped, there seemed to be a woman crying outside the door.

There was silence, and then Adolf sitting in his seat whispered.

"I turned a deaf ear to my orders, then, in this case, I can't lead anymore... it's over. The German people have not completed the tasks I gave them.