Rasputin of the East - Rasputin of the East chapter 183

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German Empire, southern Schleswig-Holstein, near Lübeck.

Sometimes it reminds me of the past.

He was born to a father who was unmatched in the world for his achievements, enjoying all the luxuries he had, and a mother who was the best in the empire by birth of a noble lineage, and he was brought up with a lot of cuteness.

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My father was always busy processing hundreds of thousands of papers quickly and accurately, making new weapons, and making things out of nothing. Of course, as a child, I didn’t understand how difficult it was.

To allow people who had been in de facto slavery until recently to be able to eat bread dipped in broth.

To break down the old state that had been accumulated for hundreds of years with overwhelming power, sometimes even with a gun, in 10 years, let children go to elementary school by giving them books instead of working in furrows, and making them understand the concept of four rule calculations.

By securing firm control over the provinces, eradicating widespread corruption in the provinces, tying up corrupt bureaucrats and clerics with silent aristocrats, and throwing them into Siberia, creating a heavy industry complex without destroying people’s livelihoods.

Of course, for him, who was too young, he was only remembered to the extent that his father was always busy.

Instead, there were mothers, older mothers, and younger mothers. There were also brothers and sisters.

Instead of being unable to take care of him, his father gave him that much affection, and thanks to this, he did not grow up starving for love, even though he was so busy that he almost never had a day off.

As my hair grew a little thicker, I started studying.

Of course, he did not attend a regular school, and teachers came and went to teach him. They were brothers and sisters to say that they were learning together.

However, feeling that something was lacking, he raided his father’s study with his older brothers, who were already quite thick.

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My father’s library is very large. No, it’s not even a personal study.

It writes almost like a personal study, but there are a lot of books piled up in places that you have to open with a key to get in.

Books in various fields had one thing in common.

It is a forbidden book confiscated by the Russian Empire.

The reason my father can have it is, of course, that he is the supreme ruler of the Russian Empire and is the spouse of the legal head of state, and the reason for keeping it was also simple.

We need to know what they are thinking so we can fight back.

And the princes and princesses who learned to open doors using hairpins were able to sneak in and out. In fact, that level of security was sufficient.

How many humans can crawl into the Imperial Palace, which is guarded by layers of security guards, the Capital Guard, and the intelligence service, and the monarch’s study in the most intimate position close to the bedroom in the private space of the palace? If you put a padlock on a board that can be put on a bookshelf, it’s a very thorough security.

In any case, what he read there was not only a number of thought books, but also the writings of his father himself, which were then unfinished manuscripts – in fact, it is doubtful whether they were still complete.

And the princes who read the forbidden books and arranged their confused thoughts while reading their father’s writings finally came to a conclusion.

In order for the imperial family to be respected and maintained, it must be demonstrated by performance. However, not everyone has the ability to perform at will. If that’s the case, there’s no way it’s going to be an achievement.

Then another means, the duty of the ruling class, must be thoroughly demonstrated.

Only then can society be sustained.

So they realized they had to be on the front lines.

only to set an example.

And to show the reasons for maintaining the empire.

Of course, my father grabbed the ears of two of the three real brothers who had made such a decision to do so, and dragged them out to the United States and the training camp, respectively, but unfortunately, there are only two human hands, so there is still one left, and that is me.

Nikita Kim, a man with a double-headed eagle hanging on the Brandenburg Gate, hummed his nose. It’s a pity that I couldn’t hang it directly in the Imperial Assembly, but isn’t that the only building that has been occupied since the Nazis came to power? Isn’t the Brandenburg Gate more symbolic than that?

I also took a picture, and the picture seems to have appeared on the front pages of newspapers in the home country, allies, and neutral countries. There is no such thing as a neutral country in Europe.

Anyway, that’s it, and this is this.

The war and military life would not end just because you hung a double-headed eagle in Berlin. Of course, if the Crown Prince’s younger brother eats a star and grows up in the military gate, it’s not good to serve for a long period of time or to aim for a star, as the eyes around him will not get better.

Still, you can try to get a medal, but legally, it’s a deal between your father and the Orthodox Church, and because it reads as threats and conciliation, you can call it a younger brother or not a younger brother. . At first, I had an agreement with my brother.

Therefore, what he is doing now can be said to be very stable, except for the number of cases where his parents smash his back.

“Scrape!”

– Kwaang!

Three tanks flew across the front and fired shells.

The French tank’s turret soared into the sky, and flames from the bomb exploded from the open hatch of the Panzer IV, burning the entire crew.

The number has been pushed back for a long time, but where the wolves slaughtering the flocks have more numbers than the sheep? It may be arrogant, and it is said that the new tanks 3 and 4 were equipped with 5cm and 7.5cm long guns, respectively, and the firepower was strengthened and the T-32 became dangerous.

The fact that an ally is within range of an enemy means that I can also kill them by feeding them shells on their faces.

“Shoot!”

– Kwaang!

Besides, behold, the opponent can’t even counterattack properly.

Enemy tankers, perfectly vigilant, rushed towards the stopped tanks, but their fellow tanks rushed in and fired machine guns at them.

Nikita wrinkled her face involuntarily when she saw one unlucky German soldier being ketchup on track, but there was no time to worry about it.

The tanks the tankers were on were annihilated as soon as the attack started, and the tankers all got off the tank whether they wanted to eat as a group or went for a bite.

“If you can’t pick up this and eat it, you bastard! Smash it up!”

I don’t know if it’s the SS or the National Defense Force, but since I was bitten by the armored reconnaissance team because I was vigilant that it was a friendly area, I have to say that I have no luck. If it was the commander of that unit, perhaps he was swearing at the other units quite a bit.

“hey! Turn the car around!”

“Yes?”

“There is a foal running away on horseback! It looks a little high, but chase after me!”

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Most of the tanks had been destroyed, and it was only then that Nikita realized what the Germans were doing.

Jerry cans littered here and there and gasoline full behind unleashed wagons.

While going to the forefront, it seems that while refueling, he relaxed for a while and gave his subordinates a break.

“Hey, I’m going to miss it! Speed up and drive the car gently!”

“Yes? You don’t know how to go fast? how?”

“Oh shit, I get it! Damn it, the enemy tank at 2 o’clock!”

Nikita snorted and grabbed the machine gun fixed to the commander’s hatch.

Wouldn’t it be possible to catch the horse alive if you match the horse roughly, and if bad luck hits you, you may fall off the horse and break the bristles, or the bullet may bounce off the horse and go to the goal, but I thought it would be better than missing it.

-Tatatang!

Pulling the trigger and scratching a little, I could see the horse faltering. I don’t know if he was hit by the horse or both, but he prevented him from running away. If it’s the case, I want you to sell me.

“Shoot!”

One tank 4 was harpooned.

‘Are these children well-armed?’

A few French-made Somua tanks, a large number of 4th tanks, and 3rd tanks did not exist in the first place, and their numbers became battalion-level.

If he hadn’t been vigilant, he would have had to summon the main unit to deal with it.

‘I was lucky.’

Only after the last tank was destroyed and the fleeing enemy soldiers were annihilated by the friendly tanks who had made a long detour and blocked their escape route, Nikita jumped out of the tank and walked towards the enemy officer who had just been defeated.

“…are you dead?”

“Yeah, he died very cleanly.”

At the catcher’s answer, Nikita took a deep breath.

It was nice to blow off the horse’s butt and one of the enemy officers’ legs with a machine gun, but the fallen enemy officer couldn’t walk, but apparently had the energy to move one of my arms.

Then I drew a pistol from my waist and blew my head off before the battle was over.

Nikita, who thought it was going to be an insignia of rank, tilted his head for a few seconds when he saw three oak leaves overlapped on the rank insignia of the corpse.

“Hey, Dimitri, what if three oak leaves on a German military rank insignia?”

“Yes?”

“Wait a minute, was it a lieutenant-level officer? Are you a colonel?”

“Isn’t that the Brigadefuhrer (Brigadefuhrer: the rank of commander in the Wehrmacht standard, the rank of brigadier general in other countries. There is no rank of brigadier general in the Wehrmacht, so the commander is the end of a general), isn’t it?”

“Brigade leader? Brigade commander?”

Nikita, who thought he would be the battalion commander at best, was startled, but was faithful to his job.

So, it started rooting from the body. Nikita, who was sneakily carrying a fairly sassy wristwatch and pistol, made a secret excuse as she looked at catcher Dimitri, who was looking at her with cold eyes.

“No, you can get enough of these, but, aren’t they loot? I’m the one who killed you, honestly, do you admit this? I killed him with a machine gun.”

“Well, yes.”

“So, can I take it as a souvenir? is not it?”

“……I will.”

“Hey, don’t be too much, I’ll give you some too, the next thing I’m looking for is for you… Oh.”

He pulled out a map from the body of the corpse and smiled with a smile of conversion.

“Dimitri, do you know how to handle a walkie-talkie? Run quickly to the tank, turn to the company network, and tell all vehicles to call the company commander, and gather all the commanders. here. Right Now. Hurry up and fly the radio.”

“Yes?”

“Ah, do it, I’ll give you this map when this is over.”

“It’s done. It’s not like I’m writing a map anyway…”

Nikita whistled whether Dimitri was muttering or not.

The map board itself was quite advanced, but that’s not the only reason I brought the map board.

On that map, it would be more accurate to say that it was the advance route of the main German army, no, this was the enemy’s rear, so anyway, the brigade’s movement route was clearly marked.