Germany does not seek survival

The material world is demonstrated by Faust.

Chapter 208: It's Red Superman

There were dense gunshots and continuous artillery bombardments. There were also three planes with Iron Cross emblems circling in the sky, dropping a few bombs from time to time.

On the farther skyline, between a few white clouds, is a huge gray and black aircraft.

Led Zeppelin.

The National Army's Zeppelin airship moved slowly forward. Its flying speed could not be compared with that of a fighter jet, but it could drop much more bombs and its flight stability was also higher.

As long as the Zeppelin airships arrived over the top of the Wilhelm Church and dropped a barrage of bombs, Ludendorff had reason to believe that these war behemoths would be enough to crush the confidence of the German Communist defenders.

"Liebknecht is finished."

Ludendorff said indifferently that he had always looked down on the militias under the German Communist Party. "Rats also have to be on the table?" Faust could be considered a rival, but as for the workers' militia and revolutionary sailors, what kind of thing? They were just a joke. It was Ludendorff's responsibility to clean up all these filthy rats who had climbed onto the table during Germany's chaos.

At this time, Ludendorff did not think that if the First World War had not broken out and if the world war had not brought pressure to the German Empire, what would he, a test-taker from a declining Junker noble family, be?

No matter how capable one is, the best one can do in a lifetime of career is to reach the rank of major general before retirement.

Ludendorff was simply bullying the Berlin defenders because they had no planes. Otherwise, although the Zeppelin looked huge and had an exaggerated carrying capacity, its speed was much slower than that of an airplane, and its maneuverability was almost nonexistent compared to that of a fighter jet.

Its defense is fragile, and just one or two fighter jets can easily destroy the giant Zeppelin airship.

It was just bullying the Berlin defenders so that they couldn't fight back.

The huge Zeppelin, under the cover of several fighter planes, was like the shadow of a mountain, approaching the Wilhelm Cathedral little by little. Wherever the shadow went, the invisible sense of oppression would gradually squeeze the morale of the defenders until the Red Guards completely collapsed on the psychological level.

On the ground, two A7V tanks led the way, and the Kuomintang's skirmishers were also winning victory after victory. Even though the Red Guards were inspired by Liebknecht and cheered up and continued to counterattack, they still could not withstand the Kuomintang's offensive. It can only be said that they slightly delayed the time for the Kuomintang to enter the church.

The sound of the Red Guards' retreat was getting louder and louder, and the foehn wind, which was carrying snow, was carried by the artillery fire. At this moment, it suddenly heated up. With a loud bang, a group of grenades whistled from the side of the Kuomintang skirmish group, rushed forward, and exploded on Breitscheid Square, dealing a heavy blow to the rebels who were about to approach Wilhelm Cathedral.

It was the Wehrmacht troops that rushed over. The artillery battalion of the 2nd "Republic" Grenadier Division of the Red Wehrmacht, after clearing the ruins of Kurfürstendamm, set up new artillery positions there, and then used twelve 105mm howitzers to fire at the rebels in the direction of Breitscheid Square.

Although this kind of firepower is not as good as the Kuomintang’s heavy siege artillery, it can still be said to be devastating when fired at once in a regimental-level battle.

Dozens of war horses and more than a dozen cars rushed towards Breitscheid Square. The road was quite difficult to travel on. The paved ground was bombarded repeatedly like the surface of the moon. The trucks could not move forward after driving for a while, and the Wehrmacht officers and soldiers could only get off and walk forward.

Faust rode a white horse and rode forward with dozens of guards. His white horse leaped over the deep craters and was the first to rush into Breitscheid Square.

"Here I come, Faust comes! Comrades of the Republican Division, follow me!"

The white horse passed over the collapsed ruins on the ground and jumped over the broken statues of Prussian great men of all ages. Faust held the reins in one hand and the carbine in the other, and rushed into the battlefield. Above his head, the Fokker D.VII fighter plane with the Iron Cross emblem, its propellers making an extremely noisy sound, flew close to Faust at a height of only a few dozen meters.

The nose of the fighter plane rushed towards Faust, and two machine guns opened fire, and bullets swept over like raindrops. The Red Guards hiding behind the barricades opened their eyes wide, and after half a second, everyone covered their mouths to prevent themselves from crying out.

The hail of bullets from the fighter planes had already caused blood to splatter all over the white horse.

The warhorse neighed, stopped, and almost fell down.

Faust has not fallen yet.

He jumped up from the stirrups, leaped up, stepped on the horse's back, and then seemed to fly. Under the sunlight, the hot wind from the artillery fire brought white flying snow, rendering an epic scene that could only be seen in ancient Norse mythology.

At the critical moment, Faust fired the carbine in his hand in the gap between the rain of bullets. The bullet was so accurate that it pierced the glass window of the nose of the plane and banged into the pilot's forehead. The fighter plane that lost its pilot stalled instantly and failed to climb. Instead, it suddenly fell down and hit a bomb crater directly.

"what!"

Everyone was screaming. Faust stood beside the bloodstain of the white horse. He was wearing a Prussian pointed helmet, a gray military coat, and holding a carbine, just like Siegfried in the Ring of the Nibelung.

The two A7V tanks were still rumbling forward, but a group of Kuomintang rebels who were advancing in coordination with the tanks were all stunned and stopped unconsciously.

Faust walked slowly to the crater where the plane crashed. He hung the carbine behind him, put one foot on the fuselage, grabbed the aluminum alloy wings of the plane with both hands, pulled hard, and with a loud snap, he pulled off the wing and held it in his hand, like a giant boomerang.

Faust faced the tank and threw the wing in his hand directly. The huge wing was thrown out like a feather and hit the front of the A7V tank with a bang. The outermost skin and wood of the wing were directly smashed to pieces, and the alloy ribs inside were stuck in the muzzle and observation port of the tank.

Another A7V tank hastily opened fire at Faust, but in the panic the shell missed and landed far away from Faust. Faust then continued to tear off the other wing of the Fokker D.VII fighter.

The second boomerang hit the second tank, and the fronts of the two A7V tanks suddenly burst into flames.

Faust continued to move forward, first taking small steps and then running. He ran so fast that his figure only had time to leave a line of footprints on the snow before he rushed to the burning tank.

Faust stood in front of the A7V tank, squatted slightly, grabbed the tank tracks with both hands, and pushed hard to the side. His face turned red, and his hands were deeply bleeding from the tank tracks. But the tank itself creaked and really overturned Faust. With a loud bang, it fell to the ground in the snow and hit another tank.

What a scene!

Is it open?

If open.

The Zeppelin in the sky was still moving slowly forward. Faust stood on the tank like a superman, moving forward step by step. He grabbed the burning and broken metal wing, raised his head, and made a javelin throwing gesture on the top of the tank. Then with a whoosh, the wing in Faust's hand flew into the sky and directly hit the Zeppelin in the sky.

The burning wings soon pierced the outer skin of the hard-shell airship. The flames ignited the hydrogen, causing more flames to burn. The fire rose and spread, and finally created an amazing explosion in the sky. The hot, incandescent flames were like a second sun created by Faust.

How can we fight a war in this situation?

Subsequent reinforcements of the Wehrmacht rushed into the square one after another. This was a very powerful flank assault. The rebels' offensive completely failed and they suffered heavy losses. At least more than a thousand people failed to evacuate the square in time and were intercepted by the Wehrmacht's assault. They could only huddle together and hold on where they were. However, because they had run out of ammunition, they lost their combat capability in a short time and had no choice but to surrender and became prisoners of the Wehrmacht.

The two most important attacks of the rebels, the attack plans on Elector's Street and the Emperor Wilhelm Memorial Church, all failed. Although Ludendorff still controlled the most powerful army in Germany west of the Rhine, he could only die in shock.

"What the hell! What the hell!"

Ludendorff held his head in his hands. "Our offensive has failed again? Who said that Faust alone destroyed a plane, overturned two tanks, and blew up a Zeppelin on the battlefield? Even if the front line failed, you can't make up such a lie to deceive me!"

Ludendorff was furious, but at this time, he didn't have many cards in his hand. Apart from continuing the siege, it seemed that the rebels really had no way to enter Berlin in a short time.

General Groener and the SPD's Scheidemann were both embarrassed. Finally, Scheidemann came up with an idea: "Marshal, perhaps we can ask the Allies for help? Ask the Allied Forces to send more troops to support us, or simply ask the Allies to help us put down the rebellion."

Ludendorff directly rejected Scheidemann's proposal. As the commander-in-chief of the National Army, he still had to save face. Moreover, an important point in Ludendorff's plan was that he wanted Albert to help the National Army bear the responsibility for the defeat and cession of territory. The National Army itself had to keep a clean surface, which would make it easier to reap the benefits later.

At present, the National Army cannot openly request the Allied Powers to stop.

But this is indeed an imminent and major threat to Faust.

The Nationalist army continued to besiege for a long time. Politically speaking, because Ludendorff lacked sufficient legitimacy and mass base, once the stalemate continued, the Nationalist army would become more vulnerable and its morale would continue to decline.

However, this also means that the possibility of the Allied forces further occupying the German interior will greatly increase.

Don't forget that there are more than 100 Allied divisions on the Rhine.

The Allies would wait until Germany officially signed the agreement of defeat before beginning large-scale demobilization and disarmament.

Chapter 209 The Second Defense of Berlin

The scorching hot wind stirred up by the artillery fire blew through the dilapidated ruins around Charlottenburg Palace.

The snow melted and flowed into the crater bit by bit, gathering with blood and forming dirty puddles.

The officers and soldiers on the battlefield, the calm and collected elite of the Red National Defense Army, the reactionary old guys among the Kuomintang rebels who had fought in the four-year world war, the enthusiastic and reckless sailors in the People's Navy Division, and of course, the young, impulsive, but absolutely sincere and brave workers in the Red Guards, all of them were stunned and could not believe what was happening on the battlefield.

When the eyewitnesses described Faust's deeds in the square to those who had not witnessed them, naturally no one believed them.

Not to mention those who came later, even those who were still guarding the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church at the time, including Liebknecht and the Central Committee members of the German Communist Party, would not believe it if they had not seen it with their own eyes.

It's too ridiculous.

It's so outrageous that anyone with a little bit of rationality wouldn't believe it.

Everyone is more willing to believe another statement:

At critical moments, Faust always appeared at the place where he was most needed on the front line with the elite troops of the Wehrmacht. As the leader of the National Socialist Party, wherever he appeared, the morale of the place would be boosted.

The Wehrmacht would take advantage of the situation to launch a counterattack, often achieving certain victories.

Faust thus became synonymous with victory. His bravery, wisdom, and prestige made Faust's followers willing to attribute the entire army's achievements to Faust alone.

It is not surprising that in order to boost the morale of officers and soldiers and to create heroic myths in the army, the German army has always had a tradition of giving the entire army's battle record to one person to create an ace hero.

It is the famous Red Baron. Many people also speculate that the German army may have attributed the battle records that many people in the Richthofen Regiment could not confirm 100% to the Red Baron, making him an iconic hero.

It's not surprising that the National Socialist Party was born out of the old German army and learned the propaganda template of the old German army's mythical heroes.

In short, Ludendorff believed this, and so did Liebknecht.

Otherwise, what should you do? Do you want them to believe that there really exists a red superman on the material earth who can "stand on his fist and walk on his arm"?

That's absurd.

"The Führer has instructed that the Republican Division arrive to relieve the Germans. The 2nd and 4th Grossdeutschland Regiments will retreat to the Tiergarten Park, Triumphal Avenue, and the Hunting Palace for rest and recuperation."

Hitler finally breathed a sigh of relief. The Charlottenburg Palace, the royal palace built by Frederick I, the first King of Prussia, in imitation of the Palace of Versailles, had its blue dome shattered and the main body of the building riddled with holes from heavy artillery fire by the rebels. The Louise Square in front of the palace was a sea of ​​blood and corpses. What else could be said about Hitler's ability to hold on until now?

Hitler deserves the title of "Mr. Faust's closest comrade-in-arms."

Faust was the commander-in-chief of the National Socialist Party and the Red Army, and Hitler was the deputy commander-in-chief of the National Socialist Party and the Red Army.

He has already proven this in his weakest area, the military.

Hitler still had wounds on his body from shrapnel and rubble, and the orderly who hurried over bandaged the bleeding area.

Medical soldiers wearing Red Cross sleeves were carrying the wounded on stretchers. The simple medicine boxes they carried with them were already empty. As soon as the bandages touched the penetrating wounds on the wounded's abdomen, the intestines slipped out through their fingers.

A doctor wanted to remove shrapnel from Hitler's arm. This required a scalpel to pick out the fragments embedded in the bone, and anesthesia had to be given first. Anesthetics were in short supply on the battlefield, so the doctor suggested that Hitler could try an injection of morphine, which had a better pain-relieving effect.

Hitler angrily slammed the syringe from the doctor's hand. "If you want to remove the fragments, then do it. How can a German be afraid of such pain? The Führer hates the use of stimulants and sedatives in the army. I am his student and I will follow his teachings. Don't cause trouble for me."

At Hitler's strong request, the doctor did not inject morphine, but only gave him ordinary anesthetics. The dosage was too small. When the scalpel removed the fragments, Hitler could feel the friction between metal and bone.

He gritted his teeth so hard that his lips bled, and sweat streamed down his forehead. It took the doctor a long time to remove the fragments and bandage his wound.

When he saw Faust sitting in the Wilhelm Cathedral again, Hitler just pointed at the bandages on his body and said calmly:

"According to your instructions, we should have held the Charlottenburg Palace line. In the end, we lost Charlottenburg Palace, lost Louise Square, and almost failed to hold the Kurfürstendamm. It's my incompetence."

After Faust lifted the siege of Wilhelm Church, he led a small force of the Wehrmacht into the church. When he saw Liebknecht who had picked up a rifle and was ready to fight, he was overjoyed and had even greater confidence in the future of the German revolution.

However, it was not until Faust met Hitler again and saw Hitler admitting his mistakes seriously that Faust finally laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, hahaha, good, good, Adolf, you did a good job!"

Faust put his hands under Hitler's arms, lifted him up high, and turned him around several times.

"Look, Dr. Liebknecht, let me introduce you to our good comrade from the National Socialist Party, Adolf Hitler, who is helping you hold your flank."

Hitler became dizzy after being spun around by Faust, and his wound hurt so much that he almost fell to the ground.

But at this time, Hitler had no other thoughts in his mind except happiness.

He just felt happy, extremely happy. If everyone was not on the front line of the battlefield and there was no beer on the table, Hitler really wanted to drink three big glasses of beer with Faust right now.

This is the taste of victory, but also the taste of being trusted.

Faust put Hitler down. He stood in front of the KPD Central Committee members and pointed at them one by one: "Mr. Wilhelm Pieck? We met last time in Congress. Comrade Thälmann! I remember you. You asked me for an autograph. I remember I signed your army boots after the First Battle of Berlin."

Several comrades of the German Communist Party were a little embarrassed. In the Second Revolution, the German Communist Party's contribution was far less than that of the National Socialist Party. After the armed uprising, although they cooperated with Faust's actions, the lack of combat effectiveness of the German Communist Party's armed forces almost caused a disaster, and in the end they had to rely on the Wehrmacht to save their lives.

Liebknecht didn't care about so many things. The relief of surviving the disaster and the joy of turning defeat into victory turned into an unexpected ecstasy.

He put his arm around Faust and said, "How is it? How is Ludendorff's army? Did they retreat?"

When it comes to this issue, Faust's expression can only become serious again.

Faust pushed away all the debris piled on the table, revealing the large map on the table.

Faust pointed to the west side of the map of Brandenburg Province and raised his head. "The total strength of the rebels should be over 50,000 or 60,000. They are well-equipped, have powerful firepower, and possess a variety of heavy equipment. This would not be possible without the support of the Allies."

"West of Berlin, the all-important Ruhr region is under the threat of a million-strong Allied army. Even after their failed attack on Berlin, the rebels are still holding onto the Spandau line and several bridgeheads on the eastern bank. They remain on the offensive and can attack Berlin again at any time."

Faust pointed to the location of Potsdam on the map of Brandenburg Province:

"Potsdam is the main transportation route between Berlin and our party's southern base. To rescue Berlin, our troops stationed in Potsdam and further south, in Leipzig, have all moved north. Now Potsdam is under attack by a small rebel division, and the situation is extremely dangerous. If Potsdam falls... Berlin will be left alone."

"Comrade Faust, what do you want to say?"

Liebknecht said gravely, "You mean that even though we won the Second Battle of Berlin, the situation has become worse?"

Faust spread his hands. "The Germans are a people who naturally love order and organization. To bring about a revolution that would turn Germany upside down is inherently difficult. Has the situation gotten worse? No, after our fierce struggle, the situation has certainly improved, but we've only climbed a few meters from the bottom of the cliff. We're still a long way from the top."

Faust's words somewhat dampened everyone's burgeoning optimism, but Liebknecht had no better reason to refute.

The rebels failed in their attack on Berlin and suffered heavy casualties, but for Ludendorff, who had six divisions under his command, it was not a serious blow.

Chapter 210 Secret Documents

The Wehrmacht also suffered heavy casualties. The People's Navy Division and the Red Guards had their backbones broken, and suffered heavy losses in their core backbones.

The victory in the Second Battle of Berlin can only be described as a pyrrhic victory.

In the messy William Cathedral, people did not have the leisure to hold a grand celebration banquet. When dinner time came, there were only many canned foods on the table.

Hitler couldn't find a can opener, so Faust grabbed the can of beef, pressed his thumb and index finger on the tinplate, and pulled it gently, tearing the entire tin sheet of the can open.