Superman of the American Comics

Two days ago.

Berlin, underground research institute, war room.

The saint general looked at the war zone map hanging on the wall with his hands behind his back, and his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled.

When Siegfried was asked to deal with the arrogant and blind head of state, he became the new leader of the third empire.

Although the process is not smooth, there are many opponents - after all, the Austrian moustache has no other advantages. Brainwashing is really good, and there are a lot of loyal fans.

"A bunch of fools who can't think but follow blindly. Where can they see the future of the Empire!"

The saint general sneered.

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

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

The other party's name is "Heinz William goodrian", nicknamed "imperial eagle", and is an excellent general as famous as Manstein and Rommel.

It was this man who helped the holy general stabilize the situation and did not break up the great empire.

"I once reminded him that it was foolish to attack Kursk with armored troops."

Goodrian said expressionless.

"But the Fuehrer always likes to act according to his own ideas. He has no strategic vision and doesn't understand military command at all. His talent in this field is even worse than art and painting."

The saint general nodded deeply. He and goodrian once naively believed that the Fuehrer could lead the third empire in a better direction.

Unfortunately, it turns out that the Austrian hick can't.

"We all want to build a stronger and better empire. Now, the opportunity comes."

Said the saint general eagerly.

He regarded goodrian as an ally. It was well known that the famous German general was at odds with the head of state.

The other side once openly disobeyed the order of the supreme leader of the third empire, refused to shoot the Soviet prisoners of war, and was unwilling to be the executioner of slaughtering civilians.

Even in the Moscow campaign, he insisted on retreating despite Berlin's instructions because he saved the strength of the army and the lives of soldiers.

In his great anger, the head of state directly dismissed goodrian and incorporated him into the reserve.

However, the black humor is that after the disastrous defeat of Stalingrad, the conceited head of state had to reactivate each other.

The Third Reich cannot be without goodrian, and no one can replace him.

This is the consensus reached by many people.

After all, after Manstein was dismissed and Rommel poisoned himself, there was no better choice.

"In your opinion, goodrian, what shall we do next?"

The saint general asked modestly.

Although he also graduated from the military academy, his strategic vision and command ability are far less than the serious man in front of him.

"The empire is in a mess. It's hard for us to recover our disadvantage. But fortunately, you have created three 'warship class' Aryan Superman."

Goodrian thought seriously and said in a deep voice, "so far, they are invincible weapons."

"Therefore, I suggest launching three attacks with three" warship classes "as the core"

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

The saint general listened. He had long wanted to expand the strategic advantage of the third empire.

But they were stumbling by the supporters of the old school and the head of state, leaving the allies with opportunities for development.

"Send zieglinde to the northwest and launch an assault on Belgium along the coastline. You know, modle's pocket in Ruhr district has been broken recently. Many German soldiers are detained in nearby concentration camps. After they are rescued, they can continue to advance and strive to destroy the supplies of Western allies in Belgium."

Goodrian drew on the map and said calmly and wisely: "sending zigmund to the East again can't give the Soviet Army any chance to rally. They are tenacious enemies and a major danger to the Empire."

"At the same time, let Siegfried carry out precision attacks on the oil fields in Romania and projest, recover some industrial core areas and the most important fuel storage areas."

"In this way, the empire can stabilize from the brink of collapse, and the Western allies are unable to launch a counterattack for the time being - as long as we get a chance to breathe, we can slowly clean up the mess."

The saint general attached great importance to goodrian's opinion.

He asked the other party to carefully formulate a war policy, and then ended the conversation.

"Baron, what do you think?"

When goodrian left the war room, the saint general asked aloud, facing the compartment.

A sinister man wearing a monocle slowly appeared.

"Goodrian had a good idea, but he ignored one."

As a spectator, the vicious man showed a sarcastic smile and whispered: "the allies have also got the 'Walden's blood'. Before long, they will be able to master the biotechnology to make Aryan Superman!"

"The empire is the one who can't afford to delay time. We can only get a glimmer of vitality by taking the lead, destroying the enemy and strangling the threat in the cradle."

The saint general was silent and did not immediately say anything.

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

Even three "battleship class" Aryan Superman listen to themselves.

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

Those old-fashioned elements of the army, loyal supporters of the head of state and partisans, they will not tolerate a guy hiding in the laboratory and rarely stepping on the battlefield to take the position of leader.

What's more, political struggle and writing empty promises are not the strengths of the holy general.

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

But that's not enough!

Political forces must be involved in order to completely calm Berlin.

So the holy general thought of Hydra.

Originally, with the fall of the red skeleton and the fall of the headquarters, this huge organization should collapse.

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

The influence of the red skeleton was eliminated, and other factions took over most of the resources. What was left to the strategic science Corps was only an empty shell.

This tenacious organization has not weakened, but has grown stronger and stronger.

"Saint general, I must remind you."

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

"Goodrian can't convince the diehards of the old school, and he can't let the army obey you. All this is the credit of the hydra."

"General, how much 'Walden's blood' do you have left? I remember that the female spy named Stephanie blew up a production factory before she fled. Many researchers under your hands were killed and injured, and the decoding of that ancient document was at a standstill."

"Your time is running out. Without the help of Hydra, the third empire will be disintegrated by the Allies sooner or later."

Every word of the evil man, like an awl, deeply pierced into the heart of the holy general.

He still maintained a cold and solemn expression, but his attitude was not as stiff as before. He slowed down his voice: "then Baron Strack, please tell me what the price is?"

"Let the third empire spread the banner of Hydra!"

The evil man smiled.

"And create an Aryan Superman for us."

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

A glimmer of vigilance rose in the eyes of the saint general, and the related technology of "Walden's blood" was his only chip.

No matter what, you can't hand it in easily.

"Don't worry, general. I don't intend to covet the transformation technology of the Bruder Zerg. I just want a superman."

The evil man clapped his hands, and out of the compartment came a tall man wearing a mask.

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

The eyes of the tall man were empty. Seeing the instructions given by the evil man, he immediately raised his arms and shouted, "long live the Hydra!"