Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 34: Nightmare

　　

　　 The dull rumbling sound sounded like an empty gasoline drum rolling down the stairs, hollow and harsh and continuous.

　　 tremor, everything is trembling, everything in my eyes is trembling hopelessly, making people dizzy. What is this smell? Muddy and pungent, the air was filled with an unburned smell of fire, mixed with the stench of burning rubber products, which constantly irritated my respiratory tract and eyes.

　　 A face dangled in front of his eyes, as if yelling at himself. Who is this person and what is he doing? Reinhardt turned his eyes dumbly and looked around in doubt. Everything around him seemed to be shrouded in a white mist, hazy and fuzzy.

　　 "My head, we must leave here now..."

　　 The man in front of him was still yelling at him, and his voice echoed a little bit far away. It didn't feel so real, but Reinhardt was very happy that he had recovered his hearing.

　　 At the same time, everything in the surroundings began to slowly become clear, but it seemed to be a bit weirdly distorted, like a wall of water between them.

　　? It's Daogen. . . . But where is it?

　　 Reinhardt finally saw the man standing in front of him clearly. What made him puzzled was that this strong subordinate suddenly seemed a lot older. Under his military cap there was a sideburn with white spots, and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were more impressive. The middle is deeper, as if it was carved with a knife.

　　 Those firm and deep eyes were once full of endless energy, but now there are only endless exhaustion and depression, and even a trace of despair, like two candles that are about to go out deeply embedded in the blue eye sockets in.

　　 Reinhardt felt a little surprised. He didn't know why the familiar Daogen became like this. He tried to remember what he was doing before.

　　 "My head of state, we must leave here now, and I beg you not to give up. Our cause has not yet failed, and we can continue to fight until the final victory."

　　 Daogen didn't seem to hear Xu Jun's question, and he continued to yell hurriedly.

　　 Reinhardt feels dizzy, what on earth is Dogen talking about? Leaving here, I haven't even figured out where I am now. What happened?

　　 Where is this? What happened to that suppressed rumbling and this **** vibration?

　　 Did he encounter another assassination? If I had known this would happen, I should really agree to Bok's advice to strengthen the defense. But what's going on here? From the surrounding environment, he seems to be in an underground shelter, like a cliff castle.

　　 "Dogen, what happened, why am I here?" Reinhardt was eager to get answers from his subordinates, but what happened next gave him a solid start.

　　 "I will never leave!"

　　 Reinhardt heard this answer clearly, and what made him frightened was that he clearly felt that the answer came from his own mouth.

　　"Marshal Manstein’s army can save all of this. I have clearly ordered him to march to Berlin."

　　 Reinhardt felt all this creepily. He confirmed that it was his own voice, and that it was from his own mouth. This made him feel a kind of fear from the bottom of his heart. He felt this It's as if one's body is occupied by another soul. He didn't understand why this happened, he didn't understand what happened, and what made him even more terrified was that he didn't even understand what he was talking about now.

　　"Marshal Manstein is impossible to reach here, my head of state. The "Cyprus" regiment has been wiped out by the Russians, and the "Hydra" and "Greffin" regiments are fighting the Americans on the French front, near Berlin. There are no established legions to use, and we no longer have a reserve team to mobilize here.

　　 Therefore, I hope your Excellency the head of state can heed our advice and leave Berlin immediately. We still have at least 50 divisions in France and the Balkans. We need you to direct those troops to continue fighting. You will surely create miracles again. We still have hope of victory, my head. "

　　 Weierle, Reinhardt recognized that it was Weierle’s voice, and then he saw his chief of staff.

　　 Weierle looked the same as Dogen, tired and old, his eyes were full of frustration, and what surprised Reinhardt was that the uniform of the Chief of Staff, which had always been spotless, was now covered with dust.

　　 "We must leave, my head of state. Time is running out. I beg you to leave here as soon as possible before everything is irretrievable." Weierle still maintained his respectful attitude.

　　 "No, I can't leave here, I can't run away like a wild dog in front of those **** Russians."

　　 Reinhardt never knew that he could be so stubborn. Although he hadn't fully understood what had happened, he knew that his current situation must be very bad.

　　"It’s too late, my head of state, General Hans has led the last guards to launch a surprise attack on the enemy’s line of defense. He will definitely be able to open a passage for you. We can’t let Hans die in vain. The current explosion is not American The bombing was the Russian heavy artillery bombardment on the outskirts. The Russians had no targets at all, and we had every opportunity to rush out."

　　Doug slammed his arm, and Reinhardt clearly felt the power and the pain coming from those hands. He felt that his present performance was like a walking corpse, he could clearly feel everything around him but he could not control it. He felt that he was dragged out of the room by Dogen in such a dizzy way, and then quickly marched along a narrow aisle.

　　 "Salute to the head of state! Long live the head of state!"

　　 Both sides of the aisle were full of heavily armed soldiers. In addition to the pungent sulphur and burnt smell, the air was mixed with grease, leather, sweat from the soldiers, rusty blood, cigarettes The smoke, all kinds of smells that only military personnel would have, plus a lot of carbon dioxide, the suffocating air in the aisle is suffocating.

　　 "You all keep up and protect the head of state from breaking through."

　　 Dogen issued orders loudly, his hand still clutching his arm tightly. What puzzled Reinhardt was that the stubborn self in front was silent, walking along the aisle like this.

　　 This is a huge underground fortification, larger than all similar fortifications that Reinhardt has seen. Large and small passages are densely covered like spider webs, and they are like a maze. Every aisle was crowded with people on both sides, there were soldiers, officers, and many civilians in various costumes.

　　 Reinhardt feels like he is watching a movie about the end of the empire, and what he sees now is like the scenes in many films about the last days of the Third Reich in his original world, even More chaos and terror.

　　 You can’t feel the maddening depression of being in an underground fortification from the movie, nor can you breathe the muddy, suffocating air from the movie, let alone feel that from the movie Kind of real blood and misery, because the movie will not splash blood on your pants.

　　 Every time they walked through an aisle, several or even dozens of heavily armed soldiers and officers joined the team. When the huge street sign marking the exit appeared in front of Reinhardt, he found that in his Soldiers were everywhere, front, back, left, and right, and the aisle that could drive two trucks side by side was dazzlingly crowded. Under the dim lighting, the huge team seemed to be unable to see the end at a glance.

　　 This should be an exhilarating sight. The atmosphere at the scene can almost be called solemn, but what Reinhardt felt was only a deep sadness.

　　The warriors around them all stood there silently, unable to see the fanaticism and pride that Reinhardt used to see in the past. Now, in those eyes that were once clear and full of vitality and blood, only exhaustion remained, a kind of exhaustion from the bottom of the spirit, with a trace of depression and weakness, a trace of struggle and despair.

　　 However, what moved Reinhardt was that they still retained what allowed them to overlap the tired and frustrated fighters in front of them with the once proud and powerful German Wehrmacht. No matter how distressed their expressions are, they still maintain that kind of bold military posture. They continue to hold the weapons in their hands tightly, and their eyes still burn with determination.

　　 These soldiers have not lost their faith after losing countless precious things. Although they have been trampled and trampled by powerful enemies, they still retain the pride of soldiers. These soldiers may be defeated, but they can only Only defeated, no one can conquer them.

　　 The four soldiers worked hard to turn a huge wheel on the wall at the exit.

　　"The hydraulic system is damaged. We can only operate it manually, my head."

　　Dogen whispered to the side, and he shook the heavy Mauser back and forth nervously in his hand.

　　 With the efforts of the soldiers, the huge concrete cover slowly turned upwards. When the first thread of crevice opened up in front of people, a burst of hot air was blown in with the roar of the explosion. After the passage, the two rows of soldiers standing at the outermost could not help retreating several steps.

　　 "Attention everyone, quickly rush out after the exit is opened, occupy favorable terrain to expand the defensive circle, your only responsibility is to protect the safety of the head of state!" Daogen shouted loudly.

　　 "Yes, sir!" The neat voice of the command caused an echo in the hall.

The exit of 　　 slowly opened, and the soldiers rushed towards the ground under the leadership of the officer. Reinhardt furiously climbed the last few steps under the pull of Daogen. Afterwards, they were astonished by the terrifying scene before them just like the officers and soldiers who rushed out first.

　　 Reinhardt admits to have seen countless documents about the end of the world and various similar movies, but he has never seen the real scene of the end as realistically as he does now.

　　 In his eyes, those Hollywood directors, even if they concentrate on supercomputers all over the world, can hardly create this hell, a burning **** that appears in front of them.

　　 In front of him is a **** that is burning and collapsing. It has been razed to the ground as far as he can see, and there are flames, twisted wreckage and ashes-spraying ruins everywhere.

　　 There was a roar of collapsed buildings behind him, and Reinhardt turned his head in shock, and what he saw before his eyes was the remains of a huge building, from Rome that had been broken into two sections that had been smoked to charcoal. You can see how magnificent it was once on the stone pillar.

　　 This is the Imperial Chancellery~IndoMTL.com~ the heart of the entire empire. . . . Reinhardt could hardly believe his eyes. He looked around with fear. Could this be Berlin? Why is it like this!

　　 The wreckage of the Brandenburg Gate stands slanting in the distance, and the bronze goddess statue on the charred body reflects the mysterious light under the blazing fire, like a Satan monument in hell.

　　 Under the background of the flame, Reinhardt looked at the monster-like clouds of smoke in the distance. He raised his head and felt the surrounding air burning his skin. He worked hard to draw in the hot air The last trace of oxygen. He wanted to greet his subordinates, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

　　 Reinhardt felt extremely puzzled by everything in front of him. From the bottom of his heart, he knew that he must be dreaming now, an extremely real nightmare. He didn't know what he saw, how it happened, and why he dreamed of it all. It was a terrifying nightmare, and Reinhardt found that he couldn't even stop it.

　　 He watched helplessly as his subordinates around him twisted and fell to the ground one by one, a faint smoke from his uniform.

　　 Reinhardt roared silently toward the sky. Before he fell on the hot ground, he finally saw the true face of the demon that was rolling and burning over the ruins of this huge city. It was A mushroom-shaped cloud~IndoMTL.com~Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~IndoMTL.com~