Superman of the American Comics - Chapter 61

[Chapter 59? General, what a pity]

Berlin, Reichstag.

The head of state, who used to live in the bunker, was finally able to move into a luxurious bedroom in an open and aboveboard manner.

Those bombers that buzzed over Berlin every day would no longer disturb their sleep and add to their inner fears.

“Siegfried, you are the hero of the Third Reich, the most perfect Aryan, and my most loyal guardian.”

The head of state woke up from the big soft bed, wearing a nightgown, opened the door and said.

Although there is no gentle and lovely lover Aiwa by his side, Siegfried standing outside the door makes him feel extra safe.

Don’t worry about your life being threatened, or the Allied armies breaking through Berlin and hanging yourself in the square.

The head of the Third Reich had a good night’s sleep after a long absence.

But just a dozen hours ago, in order to test how strong Aryan Superman was, he personally ordered Siegfried to kill tens of thousands of captured Soviet soldiers.

Those soldiers whose limbs were cut off by the shattering rays of light, their mourning, their crying, their blood stumps… did not cause the Fuehrer’s heart to fluctuate in the slightest.

As a mediocre painter who has no talent and was rejected from art school, he even thinks that it is the most beautiful color in the world.

“Has the Holy General arrived yet?”

The Führer rang the service bell, and it didn’t take long for the cook to serve the prepared food.

He skillfully picked up the knife and fork and cut the steak on the plate.

Although the cuisine of the Third Reich is pig’s trotters, sausages and various kinds of bread, but he personally appreciates the French cooking.

“Their research on food is as skilled and proficient as raising the white flag to surrender.”

The head of state commented.

“General Saint is on his way back. He was busy hunting down a female scientist who had defected, who was a British spy.”

Siegfried, tall and almost touching the ceiling chandelier, answered truthfully.

“It’s so careless, I wanted to reward him.”

The Führer put down his knife and fork and chewed the food in his mouth with a disappointed expression on his face.

“The Holy General could have become a hero of the Third Reich like you, but unfortunately he didn’t seize the opportunity.”

There are currently three “battleship classes” in Berlin, except for Siegfried, who is by his side.

The remaining two have yet to meet.

The Führer only knew that there was a woman named Sieglinde, who was maintaining the city’s vigilance in the air defense tower.

The other, called Sigmund, was responsible for destroying the guerrillas outside the city.

The two of them once had an amazing record of abolishing dozens of Allied bombers.

“I wonder if the cowards of the Allied countries will cry out in fright.”

The head of state was complacent, and he felt that he was once again favored by God.

Soon, the Third Reich would stop collapsing and become stronger.

The power that is too easy to obtain will make a person’s ambition inflate infinitely.

Just like the Red Skull who mastered the Rubik’s Cube, the Führer was so excited at this time that he subconsciously ignored the difficult situation of the Third Reich, and even began to plan to attack Stalingrad again and take Moscow.

For the German defeat in front of the Soviets, he has always been bitter.

This time, here’s your chance to prove your ability!

“The Holy General has arrived.”

The phone at the bedside in the bedroom rang, and Siegfried picked up the receiver, answered it for a few seconds, and said the news.

“He’s already downstairs, waiting for the head of state to meet you.”

“Let the holy general come up. Although he made a mistake, he also made a contribution to the Third Reich and shed blood. I can’t treat the hero badly!”

The Führer waved his hand, and Siegfried opened the door. It didn’t take long for the holy general with a cold face to appear at the door.

“You look depressed, General Saint. I’ve heard it all, don’t worry about being punished, it’s not your responsibility to fail the security job, and you’ve worked hard to fix those troubles—albeit unsuccessfully.”

The head of state stepped on the dark patterned carpet with his hands behind his back.

If you ignore the long burgundy nightgown that drags to his ankles, he looks imposing, like a victorious general.

“You’re a hero, you brought my miracle weapon and saved the Third Reich – albeit a little late.”

The Führer took off his glasses, as if releasing the seal.

He glared at the straight-backed Saint General, threw the pencil in his hand, and said loudly, “You owe me a reasonable explanation, General.”

“I’ve read your report and asked Siegfried that the ‘Aryan Superman’ project has been completed for months—”

“It’s actually longer than that, almost a year, my Führer.”

The Holy General interrupted the release of the seal, and the head of state, who was about to enter a roaring state, said calmly: “I created the first Aryan superman eleven months ago.”

“And the first Type II was put into service soon after, followed by the production of the ‘Tank Class’. The three ‘Battleship Class’ came later.”

The head of state, who was interrupted, put on his glasses, and then took them off.

After rereading the article.

The seal was lifted again.

The roar begins!

“So! During this year, you never told me about it! Watching the Empire retreat, watching my spirit be tortured by Allied bombers!”

The head of state did not understand what the General Saint did at all. He was very angry and couldn’t help but want to scold him as “scumbag”.

“I thought the Red Skull would hold out a little longer. And at that time, Aryan Superman was not ready, and they couldn’t change the pattern of war.”

The general remained calm and explained in a calm voice: “After the First World War, many Germans thought that tanks were just novelties and didn’t care. Some people even laughed at Guderian and said, ‘What war machine, it is only suitable for hauling flour’. That’s because they only saw ‘one tank’, not ‘a group of tanks’.”

“Only men like Guderian can see the true value of tanks. That makes your empire too, Führer.”

“I’ll give you an invincible super army, and I’ll give you a huge victory that will reinvigorate the Germans – but that’s only if the Aryan supermen can join the fray in droves.”

“If I told you the news in advance, with all due respect, I’m afraid you would send them out to die in vain for meaningless consumption.”

The outspokenness of the Holy General made the Fuehrer’s anger even higher.

He couldn’t tolerate accusations from others, especially in this humiliating assertive tone.

“Enough, Holy General. ‘Aryan Superman’ will no longer be under your control, you should step back!”

Considering the great achievements made by the Holy General over the years, the head of state endured it, and waved his hand to let the other party back down.

“My head of state, why are you unwilling to face up to your own faults?”

The Holy General kept his hands behind his back, his body remained motionless, and he shook his head and said: “You are like a madman who lost his mind, and let Siegfried kill tens of thousands of Soviet prisoners. You didn’t even think about it, this will only arouse the Allies. The heart of resistance, no one will surrender in the future.”

“I’m the one who let you down. You’re just an Austrian hillbilly, born in a country with Prussian rigidity and a bunch of idiots who are willing to listen to your nonsense, and you’re just like shit. to this seat.”

“You have the most powerful war machine in the world, but you buried it in your own bottomless arrogance… Fuhrer, I believe more firmly than you, a great Third Reich! I am also more determined Believe that the Empire deserves to be led by a leader more capable than you.”

The General Saint’s remarks completely angered the head of state.

He picked up the pencil on the rug and said calmly, “Oh, General. I didn’t expect you to see me this way, and it’s–pity.”

“You can’t see the Third Reich in your mind, and a leader more talented than me.”

“Siegfried, kill him!”

Following the Führer’s order, Siegfried, who was silent like a statue, came over and stood in front of the Holy General.

His eyes were fiery, and the terrifying energy was like strands of blue electric light, jumping non-stop.

“As ordered.”

Siegfried said.

Then–

He turned around and looked at the Führer himself.

A dazzling light gushed out from his eyes.

[End of this Chapter]