"Is this true?"

In Hamburg, the old fox held a copy of the 'Independent Daily' from two days ago in his hand, and looked at Kesselring with an expression of disbelief.

"Yes."

Kesselring nodded, and his face couldn't hide his surprise.

As the de facto controller of the Air Force, the next successor of Germany, he was well aware of these plans at home.

I also know that at the beginning of last year, because of the destruction of equipment and raw materials by Britain and the United States, as well as a series of failures that followed, the domestic situation deteriorated, resulting in the research program being unsustainable.

It wasn't until the end of last year, when the economic and material situation improved, and the situation on the front line turned around, that this plan was pushed forward again, but because some of the personnel went to study the 'warehouse', the progress was still very slow.

At present, the accuracy is only a little better than at the beginning of last year.

"I didn't expect the other side to recover so quickly."

Kesselring let out a long breath.

"Is there really such a bomb?"

The old fox is still incredulous:

"A bomb is equivalent to 10,000 tons, or even more than 100,000 tons of equivalent, and the explosion process will cause permanent, untreatable radiation damage to nearby people, and most likely cause lifelong disability, and will also leave a permanent, unclear pollution around the explosion site."

"Yes."

Glancing at the 'Desert Fox', Kesselring nodded again.

"Shhh

Even after a hundred battles, the desert fox still gasped at this time.

At this time, the old fox, with a solemn face and gloomy eyes, felt a faint chill on his back, and even a little beads of sweat on his forehead.

Once again, he felt a fear of technology.

The last time he felt this way was after seeing the 'warehouse'.

He was called the Desert Fox by the Allies, that is, by the enemy, and admired his cunning and cunning, unpredictable and difficult to deal with, and this title was even louder after the annihilation of 300,000 Allied troops in Bayeuux.

He himself is very confident, and it can even be said that he has a certain amount of conceit, and when it comes to military command, there is indeed no one who can compare with him.

but

No matter how detailed the strategic layout, troop deployment, subtle and unexpected tactical arrangements, and no matter how much covert action is carried out, it will be useless in the face of such bombs.

When a bomb falls, an armored division is wiped out, and this is no longer something that strategy and tactics can compensate.

"Where is the progress of our research?"

The old fox regained his calm expression.

For war, this kind of bomb is more terrible than the warehouse, and it is a super weapon that can directly determine the outcome of the war, but this kind of bomb, to deal with, is far simpler than the warehouse.

A bomb must be produced from a factory, transported, and dropped on enemy territory, or on the head of enemy troops.

And there are countless ways to stop this process.

"If the information in this newspaper is true, then..."

Kesselring paused:

"We are about a year behind the Americans."

"One year..."

The old fox flashed:

"We have to stop the progress of research on this bomb."

"Whatever it takes!"

Once the Allies were equipped with such bombs and put them on the front line, then the war would not have to be fought, as long as the other side dropped a few more in a few 'warehouse' positions, and then a few more in a big city like Berlin, then Germany would definitely lose.

According to the contents of the newspaper, it is estimated that in another nine months, the Americans will be able to equip 15 to 16 bombs of the 10,000 to 50,000 ton class.

Although the equivalent is not much.

But its horrific permanent pollution, and the subsequent chronic damage to the surrounding population, was enough to deal a fatal blow to Germany.

"I'm already preparing."

Kesselring took a deep breath.

It's already September, and the Grand European League program has been going on for a year.

With the construction of the European transportation network, the material resources in the warehouse continue to flow into various countries, and the prices of food, energy, medicine and other necessities continue to decrease throughout Europe, and ensure sufficient supply.

During this period, the pro-German high-level leaders of various countries also obtained a lot of benefits, after all, these things have almost no cost, but they have to add some freight and labor costs.

The Europeans felt the benefits of the Grand Alliance, the problem of lack of human resources had been radically alleviated, and today in the army, the troops of other countries have reached fifty-five percent.

Of course, as a supplier of supplies, Germany still has absolute control.

And also.

As the propaganda deepened, the Europeans' hatred of Britain and the United States became more and more high, and everyone firmly believed that in the past, high prices were caused by the exploitation of huge profits by the British and American capitalists, so the morale of the soldiers was also very high.

As long as there are no problems with supplies, the European Union can already withstand a bitter engagement.

For example, the recently launched butterfly mine bombing on the British mainland caused serious casualties among the bombing units because it had to reach the air defense positions and drop bombs, but the morale did not decline in the slightest.

People are passionate about war.

"Are you going to?"

The old fox asked.

"The newspaper has a detailed factory address, the address of the research institute, these things, it is impossible to transfer them in a short time, and I am already preparing for the bombing."

"The Americans are definitely ready."

The old fox reminded.

Although it is impossible to move out, it is still possible to do a good job of concealment measures and deploy air defense forces quickly.

"The intelligence services will also cooperate with this bombing."

Kesselring continues:

"We have long known about this research plan of the Americans, and a large part of it was destroyed in the last bombing, and there are already many intelligence officers lurking in this research institute, and they will provide positioning for the bombing."

"As for the loss, as long as the task is completed, even if it is a total loss, it is acceptable."

"How many are you going to send?"

The old fox continued.

"Two hundred."

Kesselring replied.

"With the latest radio-guided bombs."

"Radio-guided bombs..."

The old fox nodded in satisfaction.

This is the Empire's newest weaponry.

Although most of the weapons and equipment relied on warehouses, the German Empire's own research did not stop, and even accelerated further as the situation improved.

Radio-guided bombs are the latest research achievement.

In particular, anti-aircraft missiles, after obtaining some radar technology from warehouses, have even entered practical use with the efforts of researchers led by von Bryan, and their accuracy is very high, three or four years more advanced than that of the Americans.

"I have one more piece of good news here."

Kesselring continued to laugh and say:

"I heard that the president of the United States in a wheelchair is seriously ill and dying, and he is currently the vice president?"

"Oh?!"

The old fox was overjoyed.

The United States is the backbone of the Allied forces, almost eighty percent of the Allied supplies are provided by the United States, the annual output of 150 million tons of steel is the highest in the world, and the number of planes and tanks produced by the factory exceeds that of Germany combined.

"Is it because of this newspaper?"

The old fox glanced at the original Chinese newspaper on the table.

It is not surprising that such classified information has been leaked and even put on the front lines of newspapers, and it is not surprising that a person is angry.

"It should be."

Kesselring replied.

And now, this

"Not bad."

The old fox narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

If something happens to the president of the United States and the transfer of power, there will inevitably be chaos, and it is even possible that the war strategy will change.

For example, launch an attack or two, eat some troops, take advantage of a little advantage?

"How's it going over there?"

The old fox asked suddenly.

He remembered that there was a conflict between the mainland on the other side of the strait and Austria, and it was a direct military conflict, so much so that the prime minister was directly blown up.

"The conflict continues, and the miners' self-defense forces supported by the mainland on the other side of the river continue to expand."

Kesselring replied.

"Hmm..."

The old fox narrowed his eyes again.

He remembered that there were quite a few Austrian troops on the front line, and it was a good time to attack these troops.

While thinking about it, the newspaper on the table came into view, and the old fox was full of excitement, and suddenly raised his head and looked at Kesselring:

"The Americans have put such classified information on the front page, so we..."

Although he ridiculed the Americans for the leakage of the Manhattan Project, the old fox would not simply think that it was all caused by the fact that the Americans were too stupid and the secrecy measures were seriously inappropriate.

"The Führer is personally investigating."

Kesselring's tone was solemn.

"It's a big trouble on the other side, too."

The old fox rubbed his forehead.

Although the other side did not directly participate in the war, it also continued to provide supplies to the Eastern Front, as well as the British, cheap and massive supplies, and the old fox felt that they were a pawn.

It's a terrible feeling.

So much so that most of the happiness brought by the tragic situation of the allies disappeared in an instant.

Kesselring sighed as well.

Although the current situation in Germany is very good, everything comes from the warehouse, and the warehouse is...

This feeling of being calculated like a pawn is really terrible.

······

That night.

Coastal zone, bomber airfield.

Barbed wire, machine-gun watchtowers, and even four giant anti-aircraft towers, as well as patrolling tanks and armored vehicles, enclosed the forest around this huge airport.

Inside the wall, there are huge bombers parked, and the logistics personnel are in full swing to prepare.

Meanwhile.

A group of crew members walked out of the huge venue and walked to the camp's cafeteria, where the pilots had to eat a meal before setting off.

During this period, bomber pilots greeted each other from time to time.

After all, these pilots all came out of a training academy, and most of them knew each other or even came from the same place.

"Kyle, you're on this mission too?"

A pilot from the waves found out that the fellow villagers who joined the army a month later than him were still from the same village, and they played with them after hours.

Unfortunately, the two entered the unit at different times, he was in the 19th Squadron, and the latter was in the 20th Squadron, and rarely liaison.

"Haha, of course, how could I miss such an important bombing mission?"

The waver, Kyle, spoke with excitement.

"Your family..."

The questioning pilot hesitated, but still asked.

As a fellow villager, he knows very well that Kyle's parents are not in good health, both because of the disability left by the last war, and his brother was also injured because of this war, leaving him disabled, and there is almost no normal labor force in the family.

And this mission is very dangerous, and the possibility of their two hundred bombers coming back is very low.

"Haha, you don't know yet, do you?"

Kyle replied with a smile:

"My brother got married last month, and my sister-in-law is very diligent, and I also sent back all my salary for the past few months, bought a small farm, and bought a tractor for the family, and the family grows vegetables and breeds..."

Listening to the words of his fellow villagers, the pilot who asked the question suddenly laughed.

Thanks to the Grand Alliance, as long as it is in the countries of the Alliance, the basic food is very low, which leads to almost no profit from growing these grains, and even blood losses.

But the price of fresh vegetables and fresh meat is really good. At the moment, people have money in their hands, and thanks to the big leagues, the economy is doing well, and everyone can find work.

There is a farm that makes a lot of money.

He also thinks of his family, his parents have found jobs, and his life is getting better.

As he spoke, Kyle's tone changed:

"The evil American capitalists are secretly researching evil weapons, and we must destroy them, otherwise our families, and others, will still be oppressed by the British and American capitalists in the future."

Kyle waved a document with the Manhattan Project printed on it, and his tone was excited:

"Doing hard work, getting a pitiful wage, and the price of goods is still terrible, and there is even a risk of industry anytime and anywhere."

"Life is so good now, someone needs to stand up and protect it."

"Yes."

The pilot who questioned was infected, and his tone was equally excited, and his eyes were shining:

"Someone needs to make sacrifices to protect the good life now and to avoid the predatory exploitation of our families and friends from the British and American capitalists."

"If everyone is afraid of death, then who will protect the big leagues, and who will protect the good life now?"

At this time, outside the airport, Kesselring looked at the pilot in front of him and asked:

"All voluntary?"

This mission is very dangerous.

These factories, facilities, the Americans must have deployed a strong defense system, I am afraid that the vast majority of bombers will have no return, but those factories and research facilities must be destroyed.

This required the crew to risk the danger of breaking through the air defense network at low altitude to blow up the factory facilities.

"Yes."

The staff officer nodded.

"Good."

Kesselring nodded in satisfaction.

······

Meanwhile.

in the United States.

Several fierce technicians from the Czech Republic also met in the cafeteria.

"The factory has stepped up its vigilance."

One person says:

"There are also a large number of anti-aircraft guns entering the perimeter, could it be that they already know..."

As Grand League intelligence officers, they received assignments this morning to provide orientation for the bombing.

"It's not surprising."

Someone explained:

"The news from outside is that our secret factory has been published in the newspapers by the Chinese, saying that it is researching an evil superweapon, and they naturally have to strengthen their vigilance."

Then, he lowered his voice, but accentuated it:

"This bombing mission is important."

"The evil plutocracy and capitalists of Britain and the United States must not be allowed to master this super bomb, otherwise Europe will fall into exploitation again."

The rest nodded their heads one after another, their eyes resolute.

Providing guidance to the bombers is a mission with no return, but··

"We're ready."

Someone said in a firm tone.

····

Also at the same time.

Before the old fox and Kesselring had left, a German Army staff officer burst into their office with a copy of the latest 'Independent Daily' in his hand.

And on the front page of this newspaper, there were more than a dozen sunken warships that were about to sink.