I Will Stage A Coup D’état - Chapter 127



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EP.127 The End of War (1)

On April 12, 1945, four-term President of the United States Franklin Roosevelt died suddenly in a hot spring.

The cause of death was cardiac arrest.

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty!”

Goebbels reported this surprising news to Hitler.

“The old American monster is finally dead. Now that the monster is gone, Washington will make peace with us. Then, Your Excellency, you will become the second Frederick the Great and save Germany from the brink of defeat.”

When Goebbels spoke of the miracle of Brandenburg, Hitler could not hide his childish joy.

The Miracle of the House of Brandenburg refers to the incident in which Frederick the Great of Prussia, who was on the verge of suicide after being defeated by the three-woman alliance (Madame de Pompadour of France, Empress Theresa of Austria, and Empress Elisabeth of Russia), miraculously came back to life after Empress Elisabeth’s sudden death.

At that time, Frederick the Great was able to revive the knighthood, defeat Austria, and make a comeback thanks to the unprecedented conditions presented by Peter III, who had ascended to the throne following the sudden death of Empress Elizabeth, including unconditional peace and large-scale mercenary support.

Hitler liked to compare himself to Frederick the Great, so he took note of this strange coincidence.

If he had the destiny of Frederick the Great, then a second Peter III might appear in the United States.

And the US and Germany will reconcile and stand tall as allies in cooperation against the commies in the East.

Hitler could not hide his excitement at the rare reversal of fortunes.

“Haven’t I always said that the West will eventually reconcile with us?”

It didn’t matter even if the ugly oriental monster Lee Seong-jun didn’t hold my hand.

If only Britain and the United States had joined Germany’s hand, there would have been a good chance of a reversal.

After the move, the presidential bunker, which had always been gloomy, finally had a warm atmosphere.

“Shall we prepare a party?”

“That wouldn’t be bad either. Go ahead and do that.”

The proposal from the Führer’s mistress, Eva Braun, was unexpectedly accepted.

People were dancing and drinking in a lively atmosphere.

The President’s young secretaries also enjoyed dancing and romance with the officers in the bunker.

But the reality outside the bunker was harsh.

The Soviets crossed the Oder-Neisse River, the last line of defense, and attacked the Seelow Heights, while the Western Allies were bombing the ruins of Berlin day and night.

Everyone knew it too.

That all of this was Hitler’s delusion, and that the reality was that there were no dreams or hopes.

But for a moment, I wanted to forget everything.

Otherwise I just couldn’t stand it.

The brief happiness lasted only two days.

“What? The model enemy committed suicide and the entire army of the Ruhr encirclement surrendered?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Marshal Rommel surrenders to Korean forces in Bavaria.”

News of defeat poured in like a tidal wave from all over.

It was business as usual, but the names of the fallen generals were too loud.

Walter Model, the man known as the firefighter of the German Empire.

Gotthard Heinrich.

He is the price of one of the few defensive battles left on the Eastern Front.

Erwin Romel.

He was the commander the President trusted most.

These generals collapsed, leaving behind reports of defeat.

Hitler shouted hysterically.

“Just hold on, just hold on for a little while, and everything will change. You can’t even hold on for a month.”

Hitler’s temper was now unmanageable.

It was now extremely rare for the President to smile.

“Your Majesty, this child has destroyed two Soviet tanks.”

“Yes. You have done a great job. You are young, but you have done a worthy Germanic warrior. Bring me a medal for this child.”

The Führer awarded the Iron Cross to a little boy who had taken down two tanks in the middle of a street fight, then sent him back into the madness of war.

By the time the war was dependent on such children, the Nazis were already well and truly defeated.

Hitler may not have known, but his inner circle realized that Berlin was coming to an end.

If you continued to indulge in Hitler’s fantasies, your life would be in danger.

The first to flee was Hermann Goering, the second most powerful man in the Reich and Hitler’s heir apparent.

“Your Excellency the Führer, I will gather 100,000 soldiers for Berlin.”

Next was Albert Speer.

“I must go to Northern Germany to supervise the destruction of industrial facilities.”

The last one was Himmler.

Himmler quietly disappeared without even making any excuses.

Hitler was absolutely furious at this betrayal.

The man who had always been loyal and steadfast, betrayed him in the most ugly way.

If even Hitler’s closest associates were in this state, there was nothing to look forward to for the rest.

People escaped the bunker silently every day.

Among them was Fegelein, a relative of the Führer.

“Fegeline! Fegeline!”

Hitler gave the order to kill Fegelein on sight.

On the same day, tragic news arrived.

“Your Excellency the Führer, Duce has been murdered by Italians!”

Hitler was deeply shocked by the news of Duce’s death, the godfather of the fascists.

In the increasingly quiet bunker, Hitler celebrated his 56th birthday.

“Your Majesty, happy 56th birthday.”

“Happy birthday, Your Majesty.”

“Thank you all.”

Boom! Boom!

As if to celebrate the Führer’s birthday, the Allied forces pounded Berlin with bombers, and the Soviet forces with artillery.

Berlin screamed in agony as if it had been dropped into the middle of a boiling hell.

A faint smell like sulfur drifted in through the ventilation shafts of the Reichstag bunker.

In the center of that hell, Hitler thought.

Although it was late, he decided to accept the reality.

The Führer himself was not the Übermensch who would lead the Germanic peoples to victory.

Rather, it might be that guy who fits that description.

“Thank you all for being by my side and working hard until now.”

After I admitted everything honestly, I felt relieved.

Hitler looked around and decided to get his life in order.

As Lee Seong-jun said, it was a problem that he could solve by taking responsibility for it.

But before that, there was something to do.

Hitler gave his consent to the wedding of Eva Braun, who had been withering away while looking only at him for a long time.

“Really?”

“Yes. Now call me you, not Mr. Hitler.”

After granting Eva Braun’s wish, the Führer also decided to reward his close associates who had remained loyal to him until the end.

“Now, once everything is sorted out, let’s leave this place.”

The President granted people the right not to meet their end ‘by his side’.

“Miss Traudel. Thank you for your hard work.”

The Führer also said goodbye to his secretaries, the officers of the bunker, party secretary Martin Bormann, and the Goebbels family.

“When I die, I only ask that you cremate my body.”

At least Hitler didn’t want to be insulted like Duce.

The last one hanging like butcher’s meat at a gas station.

Isn’t that a bit too much?

“I will do that.”

After giving his final farewell remarks, the Führer entered the room with Eva Braun.

Eva Braun looked at the Führer with a complex expression of joy and sadness, then poured the poison into her mouth.

A moment later, she collapsed, having a convulsion.

The President hesitated and then picked up the pistol.

Really, was I, who thought I was the savior of the German people, a failure?

Hitler closed his eyes and felt his life passing by like a panorama.

Memories of being born the son of a customs official and living a life of wealth and unemployment, and dreamlike times with his niece, Gelli Raubal, whom he will never see again.

Maybe I should have left her side a long time ago.

‘Raubal.’

Hitler chewed on the cyanide pill while repeating the name of a woman he had long forgotten.

Then he pulled the pistol to his temple.

bang!

Five minutes after gunshots were heard inside the room, Bormann carefully opened the door and alerted the people.

“Everyone, our president passed away a little while ago.”

With that one word, the last remaining restraint on everyone disappeared.

The officers immediately took out cigarettes and put them in their mouths.

It was a cigarette that I couldn’t even taste because of the president.

While people were smoking cigarettes, the Goebbels family prepared for the end.

“Hey kids, get ready to eat some candy.”

Rather than die at the Führer’s side, Bormann chose to escape.

Most of the rest chose to escape like Bormann.

It would have been suicidal to remain in Berlin, no matter what happened.

The commander of the Berlin defenses, Artillery General Helmuth Weidling, was somewhat delayed in receiving news of the Führer’s death because of the complex bunker situation.

‘The President is dead?’

Then what about the rest?

Suddenly the fate of the capital rested on his shoulders.

He did not have the confidence to shoulder this heavy responsibility.

Vitling hesitated, unable to do anything.

After much agonizing, he finally decided to surrender.

“On April 30, 1945, the Führer left those who were loyal to him. You, the soldiers, remained loyal to the Führer and the nation and were prepared to continue fighting even when your supplies were exhausted. However, further resistance is futile. I order an immediate cessation of hostilities. Every hour that the fighting continues will increase the suffering of the Berliners and soldiers. In accordance with the agreement with the Soviet command, I order the fighting to cease now.”

On May 2, 1945, following the order from Helmut Weitling, commander of the Berlin defense forces, most of the German defenders ceased fighting.

But a significant number of them did not give up the fight.

“We can’t surrender to the Ivans. We’re going west.”

A group of battle units centered around the last Tiger fought fiercely to break through the narrow road leading west to Berlin.

“Sir, the orbit has gone out.”

“It doesn’t matter if the turret is alive. Keep shooting!”

These defeated soldiers, numbering less than 400 men, demonstrated truly superhuman fighting prowess and broke through the thick encirclement of the Soviet army.

Through that narrow gap, thousands of people, civilians and soldiers alike, made a last, desperate escape.

Soviet bullets rained down on the crowd trying to cross the Spree River.

As countless people were killed and left to fend for themselves, Martin Bormann, one of the most powerful men in the Nazi regime, collapsed screaming.

With this last horde, the German army completely disappeared.

The Federation won.

In the capital of the fascist beasts.

A Soviet officer declared victory to the soldiers gathered in front of the Reichstag.

“Comrades of the Great Union. Today the fascists have been defeated, and we have emerged victorious. In memory of the countless comrades who were not able to share in this glorious victory, Soviet Ura!”

“Whoo! Whoo!”

The Soviet army was intoxicated with the sweet taste of victory at the end of a brutal war.

They immediately exercised their rights as winners.

According to traditional custom (pre-modern), a conquered city could be pillaged and enjoyed for three days.

The Soviet High Command did not acknowledge this, but tacitly approved of it.

There was ruthless rape and looting throughout Berlin.

“Woman, come here. Come here!”

“Please, save me.”

Soviet soldiers would drag any woman they saw wearing a skirt into a dark alley and rape her.

It was retribution for Germany’s crimes on Soviet territory.

And that wasn’t the end of the price Germany had to pay.

There was still a lot of karma left for them to pay.