Bismarck

“It’s just my job.”

In fact, my job is just to fight, to have anal sex with the battleship on the other side, to caress the elementary school students on the other side, what is the point of being a spy...

Bismarck "happily" accepted the gifts from the First "Lady".

"Eva, please go in. Schulenburg and others will be here soon. I have something to say to them." Hitler said after taking a sip of coffee.

"Okay, Adolf, you should go to bed early too." Eva walked to the door and turned back to gesture goodbye.

"Okay." Hitler nodded.

If it were before, the heartless Bismarck would probably have complained, "This love-brand ** is poisonous" or something like that... But after seeing the Soviet workers and thinking of the brutal war that followed, she could only sigh silently. The Soviet Union was badly damaged, Germany was broken up, and the little mustache himself and Eva also committed suicide in the basement in history.

I hope Hitler can reach a peace agreement with Stalin... Although the chances seem very low when you think about it. It seems that both sides are actively preparing for war, and it's just a matter of who will commit suicide first and then start the invasion.

Historical trends are not so easy to change.

Soon, the two intelligence chiefs, Field Marshal Keitel, and several leaders of the German government and army also came to visit.

It seems like you are planning to hold a meeting?

Hitler's room was checked two or three times by intelligence personnel, not leaving out any corner, including various secret places, including the rooms on the left and right, including the outer wall outside the window, and even the two rooms upstairs and downstairs, all of which were carefully checked by intelligence personnel! Basically, the risk of *** should be eliminated, so we can talk about it with confidence.

Although for safety reasons, the two spy chiefs still suggested that pencils be used for the most critical areas...

"Bismarck, you're quite fast." Schulenburg's tone was clearly a greeting, but his expression was still serious, as if the person in front of him was a prisoner. Well, after spending these few days together, Bismarck had become familiar with his temper.

"I took the train and wandered around a bit, and there were some things I thought I'd talk about."

"Oh? Did you see anything 'interesting'?" Schulenburg said, pointing to his ears - the meaning was obvious: pay attention to the fact that walls have ears.

"Tell me what you saw first and see if it's 'interesting'," said Hitler.

"Yes, I think you might be interested."

Bismarck was not vague and told them everything he saw, including their living conditions, work moods, and life after get off work. He told them everything in detail.

Of course, Bismarck did not add her own emotions. She narrated in a very flat tone, like a tape recorder, without expressing her own opinions. This increased the credibility. The two intelligence chiefs nodded as they listened, taking notes from time to time.

After telling what he saw and heard on the road, Bismarck paused.

Schulenburg asked at the right moment, "What about the 'interesting things' you mentioned?", but handed over a stack of papers and a pencil.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you..." Bismarck, who had already heard the two big spies talk about the things that agents should pay attention to, started chatting.

"You don't know if you've never been out, it's really cold outside~"

The German officials nearby almost laughed out loud. Schulenburg glared at her, implying that she was so bad at changing the subject. Everyone knew how cold the weather in the Soviet Union was.

Of course, Bismarck wrote on the other side of the paper: About thirty kilometers away from the city, I found a huge tank factory...

"What does it look like?" Hitler's eyes immediately fixed on these words and he quickly wrote a sentence on the paper.

"The workers on the road are all very beautiful~"

Several ministers could no longer hold back their laughter and burst out laughing.

Bismarck scratched his head awkwardly, then began to draw.

Well, maybe Tirpitz should have been called in. Bismarck himself was a painter of the soul.

A few minutes later, with the heavy breathing and wide-eyed looks of Hitler, Keitel, two spy chiefs, and some other qualified attendees, the rough outlines of three tanks that had been altered many times were drawn on paper!

Including the square-headed, six-wheeled tanks she saw in the workshop, as well as tanks with 150-millimeter main guns and large box turrets with additional steel plates, and of course the legendary T34. And the data that Bismarck knew was also plotted.

The German high-ranking officials were already sweating profusely... After all, it would be surprising to see a tank equipped with naval guns - just like the Hood on the opposite side was suddenly equipped with a Dora railway gun.

"One..." The mustache man was so frightened that he almost spoke, but he noticed that others were desperately making "hush" gestures, so he grabbed a piece of paper and wrote: "Are you sure one workshop is only two hundred?!"

Bismarck nodded affirmatively, and another line of words appeared on the paper: "And now they are still working overtime to build tanks. When I went in to see them just now, they happened to be working the night shift."

Although some other people were wondering how the girl in front of them could enter a place under martial law like a tank factory, the most important thing now was Hitler's mood.

Seeing this line of words, I saw that the man with a mustache was holding the pencil tightly, and he probably had the urge to throw the pencil... But fortunately, he finally held back: "What is the expression of Soviet workers working overtime?"

"...It seems that they regard it as an honor to contribute to the country. The atmosphere in the workshop is very warm and they are working hard..." After thinking about it, Bismarck decided to tell the truth to the little mustache man.

In contrast, in the German shipyards, the workers still leave as soon as it is time to get off work. Even though they were advised to speed up efficiency last time, there was no abuse of power and the order was not issued in the end.

Although she cannot decide whether a war will break out between the Soviet Union and Germany, she will report what she saw first.

"Where is that factory area roughly located? What's the surrounding terrain like? What kind of houses are there?" Another line of words appeared on the paper. This was a question from Marshal Keitel.

"It's about 29 to kilometers south of the city. The car I took had number on it. Was it a tram? Anyway, once we got out of the city, we passed through a pine forest, paddy fields, and ditches in the wilderness. There were some villages on the side of the road." Bismarck thought for a moment, then picked up a pencil and answered Marshal Keitel's question on paper. "The factory is like a small city. The factory is roughly in the middle of this large area, and there are dormitories for several kilometers around it... Oh, and there are probably a lot of air-raid shelters or even bunkers underground there."

When he had asked almost all the questions, the mustache man waved his hand, took all the notes, and asked Bismarck to leave. The rest of the people looked solemn, and even Bismarck could see that the staff of the German delegation sent in a large amount of information not long after...

The meeting lasted almost all night, but seemed to have produced no results. Bismarck had been waiting in her room. She didn't need to sleep. It was not until noon the next day that she saw Hitler walking out of his room with a tired face.

"Bismarck, would you like to have breakfast together?" Eva came over and invited her kindly.

"Thank you, Miss Braun. This place is very close to my ship. I don't need to eat." Bismarck smiled. "Besides, it's probably noon now."

"Hahaha, there's nothing I can do. Adolf didn't sleep all night yesterday. He must be very tired. I went to bed very late too." Eva yawned, also very tired.

"Let the men do their own thing, Miss Brown can rest early." Bismarck said with a smile.

Eva shook her head in disbelief.

"Well, I'll go eat first. But I think you don't have to call me Miss Braun in the future. Call me Eva. There are only two girls in the entire delegation, so of course we should have a better relationship."

"Well... okay." Bismarck nodded. Since Eva was showing her goodwill, she couldn't be too pretentious. Besides, Miss Braun's way of calling her was really awkward.

"Then you should pack up, we may be leaving soon." Eva waved at her.

After everyone finished their so-called "breakfast", the staff of the mission came to inform Bismarck, asking her to pack her luggage quickly and go to the train station in half an hour to go to Moscow with the mission...

Moscow?

Bismarck said he didn't have much luggage, but he was still quite looking forward to Moscow.

The legendary night outside Moscow~

----

Bismarck, who had thought he would be able to board the train to Moscow soon, waited for a long time before being told that the train would not depart until 11 o'clock in the evening, so they would have to stay here for a long time.

But we won't feel bored. After lunch, Zhdanov, the Secretary of the Leningrad Provincial Committee, the member of the Soviet Politburo, and the de facto Governor of the Baltic Sea, warmly invited the little mustache to visit Leningrad. Since Peter the Great moved the capital here in 1712 to vigorously develop the maritime industry, Leningrad has been the capital of the Russian Empire for years, and it is also the place where Lenin launched the October Revolution and established the Soviet Union. There are many places of interest and historical sites in Leningrad. Moreover, it is also a beautiful coastal city. Hitler, who calls himself an artist, will naturally not refuse this proposal. Anyway, he has nothing to do.

As a result, under the leadership of the Secretary, the delegation visited the cruiser Aurora, where the first shot of the October Revolution was fired, the Winter Palace, the holy place of the October Revolution, which has been converted into the Leningrad State Museum, and some other places of interest. In short, everything was about communism.

Looking at the enthusiastic secretary in front of him, Bismarck wondered in his heart, if the secretary knew about the tragic Battle of Leningrad, would he take out a gun and shoot Hitler on the spot - that would be so embarrassing.

Although the mustache guy does not agree with the communist ideology, he still "seemed to be very interested" in visiting these places as a diplomatic activity. Even though he felt like he had eaten something...

However, art has no borders or ideologies. After the tour, the man with a mustache privately said that although he did not completely agree with the political ideas, the classical architecture of Leningrad embodied certain aesthetic truths. People around him knew that the man with a mustache supported classical art and opposed abstract art, believing that it was the "nigger-like madness" of gangsters.

After the tour, the delegation had dinner in Leningrad before heading to the train station.

There is a fast rail line from Leningrad to Moscow, as well as express trains.

At 11:55 p.m., the Red Arrow express train at Leningrad Station set off with a battleship and a delegation. After an eleven-hour journey, they would reach Moscow, the capital of the Soviet Union, and begin their official visit.

ps: Today is exactly the 300th chapter, and another 1 million words, so give me some flowers!!! Please give me some rewards, please give me some monthly tickets~ Tomorrow is a new month!!!

I didn't expect that gouliangqietingqi are all sensitive characters... The word count just now was 999936, so I want to reduce it to 999999, how much is it after subtracting it? I calculated it and it is 63 words, which is the number of words in this chapter, haha, that's it

Chapter 301: Dalin and Hitler

Accompanied by the unique "grunting" sound of the IS streamlined steam locomotive when it sets off, the Red Arrow luxury express train slowly drove out of the train station in the wind and snow of the Russian winter.

"The train is running so late for no reason..." The train started running at nearly midnight, and Eva, who was already so sleepy that she was yawning, couldn't help but complain.

Although the station has a VIP lounge, it is obviously not a good place to rest. After an afternoon of visiting, Eva was very cold.

In fact, the railway station where they departed was the earliest railway station in Russia, and it was also the historical memorial site where Lenin organized a workers' rally and established the Workers' Red Guards on the eve of the revolution...

So when we got to the train station, we were “taken” out for a tour…

The cold I caught a few days ago wasn't completely healed, and now it seems to be coming back a bit. After all, the weather is too cold, isn't it?

"Okay, okay, you go to bed first, I'll go meet them later." The loving wife with a mustache had no choice but to smile bitterly as she turned on the heating for her lover and covered her with a blanket. Then she took her notebook and pen, put on a winter coat, and walked to the door of the super luxury berth.

"Well... remember to go to bed early, dear, we have to meet Stalin tomorrow..." Eva said in a daze, but her voice became smaller and smaller...

The man with the mustache smiled, turned off the headlights, and then walked out of the soft sleeper compartment, gently closed the door, and walked to another compartment. The German high-ranking officials who came with him were staying in a soft sleeper compartment. They were there now, and the staff were waiting for him. They were going to discuss how to meet with Stalin for the last time...

In the carriage further ahead were the berths for the lower-ranking attendants. The soft sleeper car with four people in a room was not very cold, and there were thick quilts and cushions. Except for the duty personnel, everyone else had closed the door of their own compartment and fell asleep with the fatigue of the day.

Some people who can't sleep or have tasks to do, such as a certain Bismarck, are now sitting in front of the corridor window with only a night light, quietly looking at the night view outside.

She was carrying out a mission assigned to her by the mustache man: because she was the only one who had night vision. This luxury train was unaffordable for ordinary Soviet citizens, and was mostly used by high-ranking officials or foreign guests. The reason why it was scheduled to start so late was to use the cover of darkness to keep its infrastructure construction secret.

So the mustache guy asked Bismarck to come and see the Soviet Union's rural areas and the road transportation infrastructure.

And now, Bismarck, sitting in front of the window, is looking at the scenery while thinking about his own thoughts...

At this time, the Soviet Union did not have any modern urban nightlife, and it was already past midnight. With the unique "clang-clang" sound of the train wheels passing through the joints of the rails, all you can see are the continuous shadows of the distant scenery, the dense forests on both sides of the roadbed, the flashing light blue railway lights, the occasional trains passing by, and from time to time you will pass by a long concrete platform. It is an unknown small station - perhaps there are black freight trains parked on the branch and platform of the small station. In the faint light in the locomotive cab, it seems that the drivers are shoveling another shovel of coal for the train's boiler, just waiting for the Red Arrow to pass, and they will also embark on their own journey...

Although life is not rich and the climate is cold, there is something about this country that makes people feel warm and peaceful. But...how long can this scenery last?

Bismarck couldn't help but be lost in thought...

The snowflakes falling on the windows gradually dissipated in the strong wind of the high-speed train and turned into spots of water.

An SS messenger quietly ran over from the carriage where the mustache men were meeting. He stood at attention and saluted Bismarck. He said quietly, "Major Bismarck, the Führer and Field Marshal Keitel invite you to come over."

Are you here to ask me about my observations and provide data support for Operation Barbarossa? Or is it some other military or intelligence matter? Bismarck sighed imperceptibly, nodded to the messenger, picked up his military cap and walked towards the meeting carriage...

"What are the results of your observations?" Similarly, Hitler was quietly writing something on a piece of paper. He looked at the dark wilderness outside with unhappiness but there was nothing he could do. The Soviet side did a very good job of keeping secrets. If it weren't for Bismarck, the intelligence they could get would be very limited.

"The train passed by so fast that I don't know much about the factories along the way, but I can tell you about one."

"what?"

"I looked at the land we were walking on. The soil was very bad. It was very muddy. That was probably all I observed."

"It's muddy?" Hitler thought for a moment. "Call Speer for me!"

"Yes, Führer."

Speer was Hitler's personal engineer, and he was basically consulted on all issues in this area.

Speer came over quickly, looked at Bismarck in surprise, then sat down. Hitler handed him the paper they had just talked about. He looked at it carefully, then quickly picked up his pen and wrote.

"After reading Major Bismarck's description, I think this should be permafrost. This kind of terrain in the Soviet Union is not a problem in winter, but if the weather gets a little warmer, the permafrost will begin to melt and it will naturally become muddy."

"Isn't it winter now?"

"Well, it should be that some places are cold, while some are slightly warmer. And if it has rained, this phenomenon must be more serious. This is the only analysis I can make..." Speer smiled apologetically.

"If it's this kind of terrain, logistics support will be a very serious problem, Führer," said Celtic.

"Please write this problem down and give me a solution when the time comes," said Hitler.

"Yes."

It is always better to find problems early, at least there is time to solve them.

----

At 1940 a.m. on November 11, 3, the Red Arrow luxury express train slowly pulled into the Moscow railway station amid falling snow.

Joseph Dzhugashvili Stalin, General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union (Bolsheviks), arrived at the station in person to greet them, and the Soviet Young Pioneers presented flowers to Hitler - well, Hitler actually liked children very much.

The military band played "Germany Above All" and "Indestructible Union" and fired a 21-gun salute. Amid the majestic national anthem and military music, the two heads of state reviewed the Soviet honor guard and delivered brief speeches...

Watching the two men on the stage, who were as affectionate as a pair of gay friends, and listening to their pretentious speeches, Bismarck, who knew that the two countries would be each other's greatest enemies in history, could not help but secretly complain in his heart...

Diplomatic etiquette is indeed troublesome. The welcoming ceremony lasted from nine to almost eleven o'clock. Then, just after putting down the luggage in the State Guesthouse, we had to go to the welcoming banquet, which was known for its complicated philosophy. Kaltenbronner, a big spy of the German National Security Bureau, and a group of agents could not go, but their work was more important: searching the State Guesthouse for ***, keeping everyone's luggage safe, and guarding against the Soviets secretly peeking, taking photos, or even replacing documents...

"...and I don't understand Russian, I don't understand diplomacy, and I'm not one of those confidential secretaries around the mustache guy, so why am I here..." Bismarck, who was far away from her main body and already starving, ate like a lady, as if she wanted to bury herself in the bowl, while at the same time she was full of complaints.

On the stage, Stalin and Hitler were drinking and chatting happily with smiles on their faces - well, the purple-red liquid that Hitler was drinking, which looked like wine, was actually grape juice.

"Cheers to Soviet-German friendship!" Stalin held out his glass.

"Cheers!!" The man with a mustache also held out his glass in a very bold manner.

After the sound of clinking glasses, the man with a mustache said to Stalin with a sincere smile: "Speaking of which, the treaty we signed in September was not aimed at you. Article 4 of the treaty can prove it."

Stalin looked at the mustache man sincerely and said, "I agree with you."

"Yes, I think we have a common enemy now - capitalist Britain. They are not friendly to you or me." The mustache man laughed even more happily, and it seemed that he rarely used the term "capitalist enemy"...? "...But, this country is in deep trouble now, and is now asking for help from the American bourgeoisie...I think we should unite to deal with Britain. We will deal with its homeland, and you can go and take action against their colonies in the Middle East and India. Once you take them down, you can control the Indian Ocean...What do you think?"

"It sounds interesting. I'll think about it when I get back." Stalin looked happier, but Bismarck, who knew the direction of history, felt that this smile was a little fake...