Marvel’s Superman

two days ago.

Berlin, Underground Research Institute, War Room.

The Holy General stared at the map of the war zone hanging on the wall with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed tightly.

After letting Siegfried deal with the arrogant and blind Führer, he became the new leader of the Third Reich.

Although the process is not smooth, there are many opponents - after all, the Austrian mustache has no other strengths, brainwashing is indeed very good, and there are many diehard fans.

"A bunch of idiots who can't think and just follow blindly. How can they see the future of the empire clearly!"

The saint general sneered.

"Fortunately, you are on my side, Guderian, so that I won't be left alone."

He turned around and looked at the serious man playing with the military sand table.

The opponent's name is "Heinz Wilhelm Guderian", nicknamed "Empire Eagle", and he is an excellent general who can be as famous as Manstein and Rommel.

It was this person who helped the Holy General stabilize the situation and did not let the huge empire fall apart.

"I once reminded him that it would be foolish to use armored troops to attack Kursk with a solid defense."

Guderian said expressionlessly.

"But the head of state always likes to act according to his own ideas. He does not have any strategic vision and does not understand military command at all. For this talent, it is not even as good as art painting."

The Holy General nodded in agreement. He and Guderian used to be naive to think that the Führer could take the Third Reich in a better direction.

Sadly, it turns out that the Austrian hillbilly wasn't good enough.

"We all want to build a stronger, better empire. Now, here's the opportunity."

The Holy General said eagerly.

He regards Guderian as an ally. It is well known that the famous German general is at odds with the Führer.

The other party had openly disobeyed the orders of the Supreme Leader of the Third Reich, refused to shoot Soviet prisoners of war, and refused to be the executioner of the massacre of civilians.

Even in the Battle of Moscow, in order to save the strength of the army and the lives of the soldiers, he made a move to insist on retreating regardless of Berlin's instructions.

As a result, the head of state was furious and directly dismissed Guderian into the reserve.

But the dark humor is that after the Stalingrad fiasco, the egotistical Führer had to re-enable him.

The Third Reich cannot do without Guderian, and no one can replace him.

This is the consensus of many.

After all, after Manstein was fired and Rommel committed suicide by poisoning, there was no better choice.

"Then it depends on you, Guderian, what should we do next?"

The saint general asked humbly.

Although he also graduated from the military academy, in terms of strategic vision and commanding ability, he is far inferior to the serious man in front of him.

"The empire is already in a mess, and it is difficult for us to restore the disadvantage. Fortunately, you have created three 'Battleship-class' Aryan supermen."

Guderian thought seriously and said solemnly: "So far, they are invincible weapons."

"So, I propose to launch three attacks with three "battleship classes" as the core"

"We can form three battle groups - led by Sieglind, Siegmund, and Siegfried."

The Holy General listened intently, he had long thought of expanding the strategic advantage of the Third Reich.

He was only stumped by those old-fashioned, head of state fans, leaving the Allies with opportunities to develop.

"Send Sieglind to the northwest to launch an assault on Belgium along the coast. You know, Model's pockets in the Ruhr area were recently broken, and many German soldiers were held in nearby concentration camps, free them After it comes out, it can continue to advance and try to destroy the supply of the Western Allies in Belgium."

Guderian gestured on the map, and said calmly and wisely: "Sigmund is sent to the east again, and we cannot give the Soviet army any chance to regain its strength. They are stubborn enemies and the confidant of the empire. ."

"Meanwhile, let Siegfried carry out precision strikes on the fields of Romania and Ploieste, recover some of the industrial heartland, and the most important fuel storage."

"In this way, the empire can be stabilized from the brink of collapse, and the Western Allies are temporarily unable to launch a counter-offensive - as long as we win a chance to breathe, we can slowly plan and clean up the mess."

For Guderian's opinion, the Holy General attaches great importance to it.

He asked the other party to carefully formulate a strategy for combat, and then ended the conversation.

"Baron, what do you think?"

When Guderian left the war room, the Holy General faced the compartment and asked aloud.

A shady man wearing a monocle slowly appeared.

"Guderian had a good idea, but he overlooked one point."

As a bystander, the sinister man showed a sarcastic smile and said softly: "The Allies also got the 'Blood of Woden', and it won't take long for them to master the biotechnology to create Aryan Superman!"

"The one who can't afford time is the empire. Only by attacking first, destroying the enemy, and stifling the threat in the cradle - can we gain a little bit of life."

The Holy General was silent and did not immediately make a statement.

He is just a scientist and has no experience as an imperial leader.

Even the three "battleship-level" Aryan supermen obey their own words.

However, it is still very difficult to completely control a country by means of power and force.

Those old guards in the military, loyal supporters of the Führer and partisans, they will not tolerate a guy who hides in a laboratory and rarely sets foot on the battlefield, sits in the position of leader.

What's more, political struggles and making false promises are not the strengths of the Holy General.

Therefore, in order to stabilize the situation, he first contacted Guderian and regarded the famous German general as the first ally to win over.

But this is far from enough!

A political force must intervene in order to completely quiet Berlin.

So, General Saint thought of Hydra.

Originally, with the fall of the Red Skull and the fall of the headquarters, this huge organization should collapse.

But the results of things are often beyond the expectations of most people.

The Red Skull's forces were eliminated, and other factions took over most of the resources, leaving the Strategic Science Corps as an empty shell.

This stubborn organization has not only not weakened, but has grown stronger.

"Saint General, I have to remind you."

The sullen man took out his chair and sat down, raised his legs and said, "We helped you clear the obstacles and throw all those who have objections into prison."

"Guderian can't convince the old-fashioned diehards, and he can't make the army obey you. All of this is thanks to Hydra."

"General, how much of your 'Blood of Worden' is left? I remember that the female spy whose real name was Stephanie blew up a production factory before escaping. Many researchers under your command were killed and injured. Deciphering is even more stagnant."

"Your time is running out. Without the help of Hydra, the Third Reich would be disintegrated by the Allies sooner or later."

Every word of the sinister man is like an awl piercing deeply into the heart of the Holy General.

He still maintained a cold and solemn expression, but his attitude was not as rigid as before, and he said in a slow tone: "Then Baron Strucker, please tell me, what is the price?"

"Let the Third Reich spread over the flag of Hydra!"

The sullen man smiled.

"And, make us an Aryan Superman."

"As long as you do this, you will be an ally of Hydra, and we will make you sit on the throne of power under your ass."

There was a hint of vigilance in the eyes of the Holy General, and the technology related to "Blood of Worden" was his only bargaining chip.

No matter what, it can't be handed over easily.

"Don't worry, General. I have no plans to covet the transformation technology of the 'Brud Zerg', I just want a superman."

The shady man clapped his palms, and a tall man wearing a mask walked out of the compartment.

"This is my latest masterpiece. With a strong will, a strong physique - and more importantly, he is extremely loyal to the Empire and to the Hydra!"

The tall man's eyes were empty, and when he saw the shady man giving an order, he immediately raised his arms and shouted, "Long live the Hydra!"

ps: Thank you [Sky Morning Shiyue] for the 100-point reward, [Chen Moyang] for the 100-point reward, compare your heart~

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