I'm playing whack-a-mole in Siberia

Chapter 900 Taking off
During the two world wars, France began to absorb people from its colonies in order to make up for its own labor shortage.

During the last World War, the soldiers recruited by France from North Africa were mainly white, and there was not much difference between them and the French, at least in appearance.

A considerable number of the Free French Army recruited by Charles de Gaulle in North Africa were of African descent. If they had also become French citizens after the end of the World War, France would have been even more colorful.

It is not the fault of the French who fought in Italy for not putting in enough effort. Even before the outbreak of the World War, many people in the French army believed that it would be better to let the mustache men rule France than to let these bastards lead France into hell.

Now the rumor has escalated further: French men are fighting for Germany in Italy, while German men are enjoying French women in Paris.

Under such circumstances, it was difficult to ask these French men to correct their attitude and fight seriously.

Like the French, the German army's fighting power was not as strong as it had been at the beginning of the war, and many Germans had begun to become completely confused about Germany's future.

Before the outbreak of the Russo-German War, Germany mobilized a total of 800 million troops, covering almost all age groups except minors.

After the Russian army launched a counterattack, the little mustache fought hard. In Germany's latest mobilization, the slogan shouted by the little mustache was: Mobilize 1500 million people to participate in the war.

As the victorious country in the last world war, France lost almost a generation.

If Germany mobilized 1500 million people, even if it won the war against Russia, how many people would be left in Germany?
Like his officers and soldiers, Rommel was confused about Germany's future.

Rommel still hasn't figured out why Germany wanted to launch a war against Russia.

The power gap between Germany and Russia is simply too big.

Rommel had studied in Russia and was well aware of Russia's strength.

The mustache guy probably thinks that as long as Moscow is occupied, Russia will surrender like France.

But how is this possible.

After occupying Moscow, the Russian army could retreat to Alexandria.

By occupying Alexandria, the Russian army could retreat to Lake Baikal.

Conquered Lake Baikal——

impossible.

Even if Germany really mobilized 1700 million people, it would be unable to control such a vast area.

While studying at the Amur Military Academy, Rommel saw a Russian document that claimed that Russia could mobilize 6000 million people to fight if necessary.

6000 million!
Almost equivalent to the entire population of Germany.

Although this number includes Russia's allies, it is still far beyond Germany's ability to bear.

"Alfred, what should I do?"

Rommel was very sad and he saw no hope of winning.

Gauss said nothing, feeling as confused as Rommel.

"General, telegram from Berlin."

The adjutant disrupted Rommel's thoughts.

In order to improve the recent unfavorable situation, Mustache convened a meeting of senior military officers in Berlin.

"How can I leave in this situation?"

Rommel was furious.

"Go ahead, leave this to me. Maybe Berlin has the answers you want." Gauss was brave enough to take on the responsibility.

This was the first time Rommel returned to Berlin since the outbreak of the war.

Compared with before the war broke out, half of the city of Berlin has been completely destroyed by the continuous bombing by the Russian army.

In order to stop the Russian bombing, the German army continuously released balloons and burned tires to create smoke to block the vision of the bomber pilots.

Doing so actually wouldn't have much effect, as Russian bombers dropped bombs from high altitudes and didn't care about the hit rate at all, as long as they could drop the bombs into the city of Berlin.

"Damn bastard!"

Rommel clenched the sword at his waist so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Rommel had been exposed to this tactic at the Amur Army Academy. In the Russian army, this is called "strategic bombing". Compared with the actual effect, it pays more attention to the psychological impact on the enemy.

Limited by Germany's strength, Germany's blitzkrieg only bombed key targets and did not carry out strategic bombing.

As far as Rommel knew, the Russian army had never organized strategic bombing, and this tactic had always existed in theory.

Rommel never expected that Germany would become the first victim of strategic bombing.

In order to prevent the Russian bombing, the city of Berlin was full of anti-aircraft positions. It seemed that all the anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns in Germany were concentrated in Berlin.

The roadside was littered with broken walls and ruins, with the occasional corpse that had not yet been collected appearing in sight. Several tall trees were burnt, leaving only bare trunks pointing straight to the sky, as if accusing the Russian army of brutality.

A group of recruits in ill-fitting uniforms passed by Rommel's car. Their young faces were filled with fear and anxiety. Some of them even carried school bags, and no one knew whether they contained stationery or bullets.

The once majestic Chancellery was heavily guarded. Rommel followed the staff officers into the basement and only then did he realize how bad Germany's situation was.

"Oh, our famous Desert Fox. I heard that you did a good job in North Africa and kicked the butts of the British and French hard."

Field Marshal Witzleben's first name was Erwin, just like Rommel's.

"Not really. They slid me around like prey and I almost stayed in North Africa forever."

Rommel smiled bitterly. His achievements in North Africa had been widely publicized by Germany.

Just as Rundstedt was about to speak, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open and the man with a mustache walked in quickly, surrounded by a group of people.

Everyone stood up to welcome the arrival of the man with a mustache.

The man with a mustache looked haggard and his eyes were bloodshot. He stood in the main seat but did not sit down. He glanced fiercely at the faces of the marshals and generals, and his hands and lips were trembling slightly.

Rommel stood at attention, trying not to look at the mustache, his eyes fixed on Rundstedt.

"In the past month, we have suffered a shameful defeat, not because of our incompetence, but because the shameless Russians concealed their strength before the war broke out, which led to our serious misjudgment of Russia's strength!"

There was fatigue in the mustache man's sharp voice, and if you listened carefully, perhaps a bit of surprise and hysteria.

"We need to mobilize more Germans to join the army, produce more armored vehicles and fighter planes, blow the Russians to pieces, and drive them out of German territory—"

The man with the mustache was spitting out foam, but Rommel suddenly had a very bad feeling, as if a huge danger was approaching.

Could it be that a group of Russian bombers is about to arrive?
No, no, no, Rommel is in a deep bunker at this moment. Even if there is a bombing, it will not cause any harm to Rommel.

Before he could finish his thought, the table in front of Rommel suddenly flew up.

(End of this chapter)