Chapter 22:
Chapter 22
The 150 U-boats that roamed the North Atlantic every day had received 12 of the latest Type 21 U-boats, an improved version of the existing ones.
The combined surface fleet of the proud Kriegsmarine and the Axis powers was truly majestic as it raced across the sea.
Moreover, the medium tanks that represented the German tank technology were now ready for mass production.
With missiles and aircraft added, Germany’s science and technology was truly the best in the world!
The Führer admired his foresight that had led him to introduce these great weapons in advance, and he casually browsed through the reports coming from the battlefield.
“Damn, these so-called top brass...”
They were more like top idiots.
The high-ranking officials of the Nazi Party – Göring, Himmler and others – were only concerned with their own interests.
First of all, our ‘Reichsmarschall’ Hermann Göring.
This guy insisted that everything that flew in the Third Reich was under his jurisdiction, and it was so hard to get him to give up the elite squadrons that would be placed on the aircraft carrier...
“Mein Führer! If you really intend to take them away from me, you might as well kill me!”
He had to be forced to quit morphine and lose weight... but his greed seemed to have not diminished a bit.
Of course, there was no need to kill him.
He just had to put Göring’s name on everything.
“<The Reichsmarschall Hermann Göring Memorial Armored Rocket Battalion, awarded with the Golden Knight’s Cross with Oak Leaves and Swords and Iron Cross>, and <The Reichsmarschall Göring Memorial No. 7 Main Battle Tank ‘Löwe’>... How ridiculous.”
It was absurd, but he had to promise him these things twice before Göring agreed to transfer the carrier squadrons from his jurisdiction to the navy.
He also demanded two more air force field armored divisions...
“We need more armored divisions for the armed SS! Why does the air force need armored divisions? Why?”
Himmler threw a tantrum and demanded that more armored divisions be assigned to the SS.
He had to give him a special status equivalent to the highest rank of the armed SS, put Göring’s name on it, and make him an honorary corps commander of an armored ‘corps’ that he would create for the SS, before he could finally settle the carrier squadron issue.
And it was not just the party.
The generals of the military did not follow the government’s orders and carried out their own operations. ‘Mission-type command system’, huh?
“Stupid bastards...”
And they couldn’t even defeat one Soviet Union.
The Führer himself had set up the strategy and introduced the weapons that led them to victory in France and the Atlantic.
Of course, he himself was not well aware of some things, but he had left the Eastern Front entirely in the hands of the army... and what was this mess?
At least Rommel was doing well as expected.
He was storming through Africa, but the famous generals of the Eastern Front were all dying.
Model had already turned into a defensive battlefield and was waging a defensive war that was much better than in actual history, but his initial goal of Arkhangelsk-Astrakhan was far from Astrakhan.
From an operational point of view, Germany had gained a lot of benefits, but now it was time to turn them back strategically once and for all.
He would bring down Britain, which had lost its fleet, and dominate three continents: Europe, North Africa, and the Middle East!
After that, he would gather all his resources and subdue the Soviet Union, help Japan, and enter into a final battle with America.
That was his goal.
Japan had to kneel before America.
He was ready to use all means to erase this history of humiliation and shame from the future.
Especially if Soviet resistance was as strong as it is now.
“Mein Führer, a message has arrived from Cadiz.”
“Is that so?”
One of his most trusted generals, Dönitz, opened the door of his office and entered. It was the news he had been waiting for.
Soon Lusitania would arrive, and although the Soviet army was launching its last offensive before the lull period, the generals only reported that they were fine.
That was what the Führer suggested.
How to attack Gibraltar fortress, which was impregnable or no different from it, located in natural rock hundreds of meters deep.
He came up with a very simple solution.
If Gibraltar could not be attacked even if it was blockaded, it would not be a cork that blocked the Mediterranean, but rather a trap that trapped our fleet by being attacked by both British Home Fleet and Mediterranean Fleet.
He had to break through Gibraltar as soon as possible and secure freedom of movement so he could defeat them one by one.
If he stuck a few ‘earthquake bombs’ in there?
Even a fortress carved out of rock would collapse.
He knew that because he had witnessed the power test himself.
Göring was smug that his aircraft would accomplish such a historic task.
No one liked his arrogance, but this time his air force was nothing less than a hero.
Of course, it was also important that our naval operation contested air superiority with the enemy’s fleet and air force, and that Abwehr’s intelligence operation deceived Britain, but Göring didn’t seem to care about that.
Admiral Raeder also had to admit it.
He couldn’t fire a 5-ton bomb with a cannon.
The pride of German Empire and Kriegsmarine, Bismarck’s 52-caliber 38cm naval gun could only fire a 300kg shell at most.
According to what the Führer casually said – he wondered how he knew, but he understood when he thought of the Führer’s affection for Japan – Japan’s latest secret battleship had a 1,000-ton turret with a 16-inch main gun and fired a 1,500kg shell.
But he thought it would be better to produce dozens of aircraft rather than operate such a thing.
Let alone a 5-ton giant bomb?
“‘Grosser Jüngere’, how many of them are ready?”
The Führer had personally designed an aerial bomb and even named it. ‘Grosser Jüngere’, meaning a tall boy, was a name that everyone liked more or less.
“We have 28 of them ready, Admiral. The bomb itself is simple to design, and the arsenal reported that they can produce enough quantity in a short time.”
“Hmm? Is that bomb so simple?”
“Yes, sir. It weighs over 5 tons, but more than half of it is filled with explosives, and the tail fins are lengthened to make it spin.”
There was a brief silence.
What a stupid thing that he had never heard or seen before...
“Ahem, anyway, a bomb is good as long as it explodes well. Have you all received the reports on the experimental data?”
The experiment in the desert of Algeria resulted in a crater of tens of meters and a mushroom cloud from the explosion.
The report was simple.
This bomb was fucking big and awesome.
It made Gibraltar fortress look easy.
They had to modify the largest bomber they had to carry one of these bombs, and even then they had trouble with the range and altitude, and they had to go through the trouble of securing air superiority, but anyway it would have an overwhelming effect on destroying fortresses or structures.
“Isn’t there a way to use this well on the stagnant Eastern Front?”
A certain admiral suddenly raised a question.
Some generals frowned as if they didn’t like the adjective ‘stagnant’, but they had nothing to refute.
Compared to the grand goal of Arkhangelsk-Astrakhan, the current advance situation was too miserable.
“It would be very helpful to attack the fortified cities or reinforced concrete buildings that block our advance, but I don’t know how useful it would be if they dig trenches and hold out.”
“If we fight in urban areas, we can destroy and wipe out the buildings where the enemy infantry are hiding at once. As the Führer said, this is an ‘earthquake bomb’ that can shake and collapse the foundations of buildings and bury the enemy soldiers under the rubble and take over the city.”
They all agreed.
Let’s make hundreds of these bombs and pour them on the Soviet army’s defense line that was fortified like steel.
If we make their cities into ruins and tear their soldiers apart, someday the Soviet Union will surrender.
Just like France did.
Well, let’s smash Britain first and think about it. If it was before, he would never have done that... But they were intoxicated by the sweet taste of victory that they had tasted for a long time.
