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Advanced chapter until 300+ at patreon.com/caleredhair Speaking of Kirov, many people will be familiar with him. His full name was Sergei Mironovich Kirov. However, I must still give a brief introduction to this elite of the red regime. As early as October 1917, he was elected as a delegate to the Second All-Russian Congress of Soviets and participated in the October armed uprising in Petrograd. After the victory of the October Revolution, the Party Central Committee sent him back to the Caucasus to lead…-
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Advanced chapter until 300+ at patreon.com/caleredhair While reminding his wingman, Werner Mölders dived his plane downwards. He needed this maneuver to gain higher speed and an ideal attack position. He knew his wingman was tied up with the enemy planes, and if he didn't attack and break up their formation, his wingman could be shot down. When he saw out of the corner of his eye that his wingman had entered a climbing spiral, he breathed a sigh of relief. The Me-109 had an unimaginable aerodynamic…
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While the Spanish Civil War was raging, far away in the German capital, late one night in Berlin, a dark figure slipped into the entrance of a building in a wealthy district, climbed the stairs, and knocked on the door of an apartment. The male owner, dressed in expensive pajamas, pulled the door open. He looked with sleepy eyes at the man who had knocked. On a finger of the hand resting on the door was a very conspicuous ring with a six-pointed star. "Sir, who are you looking for?" "Mr. Faiman sent me,"…
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The wind blew across the wide grassy field, carrying a few broken blades of grass and bringing the chill of autumn to the people here. This was a simple airfield, home to seven newly allocated German Air Force fighters. These planes belonged to the 1st Air Wing and were responsible for fighting for air superiority over the nearby battlefield. The pilots knew this fighter was codenamed the Adler (Eagle), and they had learned from their training manuals and instructors that its military designation was the…
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"Ping!" A bullet struck a stone, kicking up a cloud of dust. In the distance, a machine gun rattled nonstop, and from an unknown location, the groans of wounded soldiers who were not yet dead could be heard. Behind a barricade, a line of Republican soldiers was firing fiercely. Opposite them, Nationalist soldiers dodged bullets, inching closer to their objective. Not far away, inside a building, two German snipers were loading bullets into their rifles. With practiced skill, they extended their rifles…
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Advanced chapter until 300+ at patreon.com/caleredhair Soviet Union, Moscow, the Kremlin. The morning sun shone on the characteristic domes of the palace, reflecting a captivating, multicolored light. With a loud command, the two heavy main gates of the palace were pushed open by soldiers, and three luxurious Mercedes sedans drove slowly into the Kremlin. All the soldiers snapped to attention and saluted, their eyes following the three cars with the utmost reverence. The cars came to a slow, steady…
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"Sir Envoy," Akado said with a smile, sitting down on the sofa. He accepted a cup of hot coffee from Anna and said to the Spaniard before him, "In war, you have to rely on us. So I suggest you'd have better prospects playing football." "Führer... Sir," the Spanish envoy's face showed some displeasure, but he still pleaded, "Spain has fired the first shot against the Comintern for the Western world! As one of the leading capitalist countries, Germany should stand with Spain! Shouldn't it?" Clearly, the…
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"Form up! Quick! Everyone, get in formation!" a German officer on the pier commanded his soldiers. Opposite him, several hundred German soldiers in grey-green Wehrmacht uniforms struggled to their feet. They were burdened with tents and various other equipment, carrying their Mauser 98K rifles as they slowly began to line up. "Eyes right! Soldiers! We are heading to Spain to send the most despicable communists to hell! You will be baptized by real fire there! I don't have much to say!" The major, who had…
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Advanced chapter at patreon.com/caleredhair On the night of July 19, 1934. Berlin, the Führer's Residence. "My Führer," Gascoigne, as the head of German intelligence, controlled many of Germany's clandestine intelligence channels. At this moment, he was standing before Akado's desk, looking at his idol with an expression of worship. "Based on your predictions, we have strengthened our surveillance of Spain. It has now been confirmed that just yesterday, the troops in Spanish Morocco have…
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Advanced chapter at patreon.com/caleredhair "Long live the Führer!" Two Wehrmacht generals raised their arms in salute to Akado as he walked into the conference room. A meeting on Germany's military plans against Czechoslovakia was underway, and the atmosphere in the room was somewhat tense. "Long live the Great Germany," Akado said, returning the salute with a wave of his hand. He then walked straight to the map and watched the small wooden blocks that were being constantly…
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