Chapter 46:
Chapter 46
The night was quiet in Bucharest, the capital of Romania.
Many young people had gone to the front lines to fight, and the military regime imposed a strict curfew on the citizens to prevent any unrest.
The citizens were afraid of the guns and swords of the military regime, and of the threat of Germany behind them.
They hid in their homes every night and did not dare to step outside.
But there were always exceptions. No one could stop the royal car with the king’s emblem on it.
The guard at the gate trembled and opened the door in front of the driver who was also a bodyguard and shouted at him, “How dare you block the king’s carriage!”
The guard bowed to the place where the car had passed and had to face another group of high-ranking people.
“How dare you! Do you know who I am!”
“Get out of the way! You bastard. How dare you...”
“Whew, you dogs.”
What a bad luck today.
The guard muttered to himself. What happened at the front?
Strangely, generals and senior officers who had no business at the headquarters suddenly gathered at the headquarters.
Do you know who I am! He seemed to hear this phrase a lot.
Of course, how would the guard know?
He didn’t know and didn’t care, but he had no skill to stop the cars with badges.
“Ah, ah, how much time do we have left for our shift? There are a lot of high-ranking people coming in today...”
[Two hours left. One more~car...]
Boom!!!
Suddenly, a loud explosion shook the earth.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the explosion echoed, gunfire was heard from inside the headquarters.
Tatatang, tatatang, tatatang, bang!
“What’s going on! Answer me! Answer me!”
The air raid siren sounded throughout the city. The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.
The horn that sounded loud enough to deafen his ears, another explosion that erupted again, and a gunfight that seemed to be happening inside the building he had to protect.
The guard had no idea what was going on.
“Hey, what’s going on! What are you doing there...”
[Click...]
There was no response from the radio. Just then, a cavalry unit was running towards the headquarters from afar.
In a country at war, especially under a military regime, the headquarters was a top priority facility, so there were plenty of police nearby.
The guard waved his hand at them.
“Here! Here! Hurry up! There’s a shooting inside...”
One of the cavalrymen who was at the front aimed his gun at him and fired.
Bang!
The guard felt his chest burning.
What... what’s going on?
Of course, he would never know what was going on.
As morning came, the city was full of people.
“Long live the king! Long live the Kingdom of Romania! Long live peace!”
“You did a great job!”
“Hahaha! Thank you. I’m proud of myself too.”
Borosilov seemed to be proud of his success in Romania’s coup.
I entrusted him with special soldiers who were former paratroopers, NKVDs, or front-line scouts, and Borosilov used his experience and talent in training troops to create a splendid special forces brigade.
Well, it was called a brigade-level force, but it was actually only one battalion or at most one brigade.
In a huge battlefield like the Eastern Front, where tanks, artillery, and bombers flew around, participating in one more brigade-level force would have limited impact.
But as Romania’s coup proved, these irregular forces could do things that regular forces could never do or very difficult to do.
Of course, our troops that marched to Bucharest could surround the city and force them to surrender.
But in that process, there would be at least tens of thousands of casualties and the operation period would be prolonged.
If you can solve it by sending only about 400 special forces, it’s a great deal.
And Borosilov, ‘my’ friend became very happy. Not just happy but also had other effects.
Almost all senior Bolsheviks hated Beria and NKVDs.
Those who had suffered from Okhrana’s secret police during Tsarist Russia hated even their own intelligence police who reminded them of them.
How about those who fought against enemies of people while making their old comrades brutally tortured and killed as criminals?
The Great Purge was officially ‘Yezhovshchina’, that is, Yezhov’s crime, and Beria was a hero who purged Yezhov but no one was stupid enough to not know that they were not much different.
NKVDs gained police forces and used them as combat units or military police, expanding their influence, and many people were wary of Beria who had gained power.
Fortunately, Beria did not seem to have any grudges against ‘me’ yet, but who knows what’s inside?
Meanwhile, Borosilov, a regular soldier and a party member who was clearly different from the intelligence police, had a special force in his hand that he trained and held, which could be a loyalist to protect the party from the persecution and coup of the secret police.
From the perspective of the supreme leader, it was not good to have a huge difference in scale or distrust each other.
I had to have no second-in-command under me, and the one who had the information always tended to rise to the second-in-command.
Even now, Beria’s mood didn’t seem very good.
Even if he got information from Turkey and Iran, the real ones who turned over a country were Borosilov and his Spetsnaz.
“Well, Romania has taken over the capital, so it’s half done. How is England doing?”
“They are still fighting to build a landing bridgehead. But... The British army is in a terrible state...”
Ugh... This. Hitler was supposed to be stuck in the North African front with his troops, but he ended the front early and turned them back to England.
He even had a parade in his country to show off his victory in Africa, so I thought England was a low priority.
But that was also a deception.
Churchill still declared a desperate resistance, but... Really? How long can he hold on?
The British navy disappeared into the Atlantic and Mediterranean, and the army was annihilated at Dunkirk.
The air force was also exhausted after a year of consumption and in a miserable situation.
The intelligence department predicted that Germany would dominate Britain within a few months if they succeeded in landing.
“...There’s nothing we can do.”
I hurriedly proceeded with Romania’s coup for this reason.
Germany could end Britain. It would be best if they couldn’t.
But while stuck in the quagmire of the West, our choices increased dramatically.
We could harass the German army without air cover and dominate Romania and soon the Balkans.
And with the last buffer zone gone, literally, the biggest enemy would now turn to Germany.
That is... America.
