Field Marshal Keitel enthusiastically remarked:
- Rommel is a very talented commander. And if he is given more power, and not just two divisions, he will perform miracles. So the decision to attack in Africa, and not to go into the Russian open spaces should be considered reasonable. In addition, the attack in the Caucasus, which was proposed to us by the OKW, is operationally too risky. Since the councils can from the area of Stalingrad hit our troops in the rear. And this is fraught with the appearance of a boiler in the Caucasus.
The Fuhrer drank a glass of orange juice in one gulp. From his saw like a typical drunk. Then he croaked deafeningly. - We will break them all! This is not a game for you to play ...
Then the fascist number one moved his dog to the side - a blond shepherd. The animal rushed to hell, and knocked down a crystal glass. Ice cream, fell on the uniform of Hermann Göring. Fat Reichmarshal screamed desperately:
- Sentry!
The Fuhrer retinue burst out laughing. Everything looked extremely funny. Especially when Goering thick hands, began to smear on the uniform of the cream. From this, he only became dirtier. Female servants jumped and began to wipe the second man in the Third Reich.
Hitler giggling, said:
- And my successor is a jester!
Himmler supported the Fuhrer:
- Just some kind of clown!
The Nazi and the people turned to his chief executioner and quietly asked:
"Why does guerilla warfare grow in the territories liberated from the Bolsheviks?"
Himmler timidly replied:
- The Bolshevik propaganda is dumbing out people's brains. For twenty years of their domination, the communists so washed their heads of their citizens that they could not distinguish black from white ...
The Fuhrer took a piece of cake from the golden tray, swallowed it, drinking it down with his favorite orange juice and rationally noted:
- It is necessary to intensify the process of forming units of the former Soviet citizens in the occupied territories. It is necessary that local forces fight the bandits. In the police should take the former felons, all sorts of scum and scum. We will destroy the bandits with the hands of bandits!
Himmler indulgently stretched out and reported:
"This is already being done by my Führer!" More than a million former Soviet citizens were accepted into various, first of all, police formations. Priests of all denominations are invited to cooperate. Especially actively formed nationalist brigades in Ukraine and the Baltic States. Our recent success in the Crimea, led to the fact that the Tatars have become very willing to join the local formation. In general, to push the Soviet citizens together a lot is being done!
Lame shorty Goebbels confirmed:
- Propaganda is actively working. We shot several films for residents of the occupied territories. We distribute all kinds of tales about how well it will live under the auspices of the Reich. I even have an idea to create in Ukraine several exemplary settlements that it was rumored how to live well under the Third Reich, how nourishing!
Hitler grimaced in displeasure.
-It can be done! But best of all, our fighting power keeps the people in check. And I have to say an unpleasant discovery was that we are lagging behind the advice in military technology. Especially in tanks. I gave the order to our designers to create cars that are superior to Soviet designs. And on my birthday new Tigers were shown. Now the question is small - when will they start en masse to go to the front?
General Designer Porsche modestly replied:
- We are working hard my Führer. But the "Tiger" was too heavy. Because of this, a more powerful seven hundred horsepower engine was needed. Its fine-tuning and slows down the work.
The Fuhrer interrupted, waving his fists:
- We need a more powerful tank. And the average as a competitor to the Soviet T-34-76. Where is it? Shame on you!
And Hitler splashed juice from the glass in the face of Porsche. He only snorted and bowed to the Führer, having babbled:
- Oh, the greatest, will be ready soon! Our tanks will be tested and fire and sword at the front.
The Imperial Minister for Arms and Ammunition Speer desperately confirmed:
- The release of technology is rapidly increasing my Fuhrer. The economy is being transferred to a war footing. So everything will be in full openwork. A formidable Focke-Wulf with six firing points is ready to fight the enemy bombers. The newest Yu-188 bomber is unmatched in flight performance. I promise that due to the use of slave labor and the resources of Africa ahead of the enemy, both in quality and quantity of equipment produced!
The Fuhrer nodded confidently and said:
- We have enough slaves to repeatedly increase the production of weapons. Much is being done in this direction, but this is not enough! I will demand more!
And Hitler stepped on the bad leg Goebbels. How desperately howled this shorty. As he began to jump, like a scalded dog. And the Fuhrer laughed wildly. He caught the girl-maid by the foot, tickled her bare heel, and blinked:
- We must have a lot of just such slaves! They will serve me and bow! Already in the Third Reich twenty million slaves work, but they produce too little.
The girl smiled and chirped:
- I am ready to work my Führer!
The fascist dictator bellowed: - So let it be the work of aerobatics! We will show everyone our valor! Let all our pilots, such as Marcel, to whom I hand over the Order of the Knight of the Cross, an iron cross with oak leaves, swords and diamonds ...
The Fuhrer did not have time to finish speaking as a powerful explosion followed. Torn TV showing the past of the parallel universe. A pair of the cleverest children came under the blow of a temporary tornado and spun in a whirlwind of eras ...
. CHAPTER number 2