[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-don-t-need-nazis-in-my-germany":3,"chapter-i-don-t-need-nazis-in-my-germany-i-don-t-need-nazis-in-my-germany-chapter-15":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","I Don’t Need Nazis In My Germany",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1294670,1717,"Chapter 15:","i-don-t-need-nazis-in-my-germany-chapter-15",15,"\u003Cp>July 24, 1937\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Central Spain, West of Madrid, Brunete - Nationalist-occupied territory Brunete had fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was our victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Republican Army, which had held out to the end, could not withstand the fierce bombing of the Condor Legion and the Italian Air Force, followed by an offensive, and was routed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Republican faction's ambitious Brunete offensive came to its demise, losing the city they had captured and all other occupied territories, and being pushed back to their original front line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of that mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this offensive, 13 members of my company died and 17 were injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I never knew there would be so many fools who would die just to save me some money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Was my command the best it could have been?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless of how I felt, the Nationalist high command was greatly encouraged by the results gained through the soldiers' shed blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encouraged enough to do crazy things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle was over, but in the half-burnt ruins of the city, the sound of gunshots never ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Republican soldiers who couldn't escape, or gave up on escaping and surrendered, were being lined up in front of pits and executed by shooting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn't want to look at the faces of those who were whimpering and terrified while waiting for their turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I led my troopers and quickened my pace, a Spanish broadcast, as loud as the gunshots executing the prisoners of war, blared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Today, we killed a thousand Commies! Tomorrow, let's rape a thousand female Commies!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the loudspeaker that Líster once used to encourage the Republican soldiers, now came a Nationalist radio broadcast—no, insane propaganda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are they saying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crazy talk…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were almost no Spanish speakers in our unit, so Klemens asked me, but that was all I could say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uwaaaah, Mommmyyy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before our eyes, two girls who looked to be in their early teens were being dragged away by Moorish (North African) soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was obvious what they were going to do, but it was hard to pretend I didn't see, so I spoke to the first lieutenant who seemed to be their commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you intend to do with those girls?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first lieutenant looked at me with a wary face for a moment, then, noticing I was a first lieutenant from the Condor Legion and not a Nationalist superior officer, he relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It's nothin' special.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Happens all the time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With children?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At my question, the Moorish first lieutenant frowned for a moment, but then grinned, revealing strikingly white teeth against his brown-skinned face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, don't you worry too much. They'll last two hours at most, anyway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that supposed to be an answer? I felt like knocking him flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I wasn't his superior officer, and as a foreign volunteer soldier, I couldn't stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt like I was going to be sick. What a truly insane era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lunatics who encourage rape on the radio, and the ones who actually do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought that Nazi Germany would be even worse, not better, only soured my mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not wanting to exchange another word, I started walking again, trying my best to ignore the screams of the girls being dragged into the building, when he shouted at my back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, don't be so uptight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You gotta reward your subordinates who've worked hard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is that crazy bastard saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without thinking, I spun around and glared, only to meet the eyes of a trooper who seemed tempted by his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, did we shed all that blood fighting just to see this kind of shit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We had won the battle, but there was no glory or joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A month passed after the Battle of Brunete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During that time, the Nationalist faction hastily moved the military force they had pulled to the central region back to the north and resumed their offensive. With no response from the near-death state Republican faction, the northern region was rapidly collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the linchpin of the offensive, we had suffered considerable losses and were in the middle of reorganization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I held a funeral for the deceased troopers, and around the time the injured ones were recovering, I bought drinks as promised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I think we laughed, chatted, and drank like madmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even during university MTs, my creed was to stop drinking before I made an unseemly fool of myself, but this time, I drank until I blacked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Klemens and the platoon leaders roared with laughter describing my unseemly behavior, and when we all suffered from hangovers together, I could forget everything and laugh, if only for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, I celebrated my first birthday in this body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…August 15th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it a sign to remember my original fatherland even in this faraway foreign country?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or was it simply the will of the god who dropped me in the middle of this hell, mocking me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to having a birthday on a date no Korean could forget, the birthday itself made me feel even more disturbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget Seoul of the 21st century; my, Yoon Sung-il's, fatherland, the Republic of Korea, did not yet exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Koreans under Japanese Imperial Rule, a regime as insane as the Nazis, and myself right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which of us is more unfortunate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Germany—Hitler's Nazi Germany, according to the original history, will join hands with the Empire of Japan to form the Axis powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be no direct contact with the far-off peninsula of the East, but if I accomplish nothing, it means I will become an enemy of Korea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still struggling just to take care of myself in the face of the coming World War II, what, I wonder, can I do for the Korea of this blood-soaked era?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>August 25, 1937\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Central-Western Spain, the main Nationalist strongpoint of Salamanca - Condor Legion Headquarters Right now, along with the other unit commanders, I was swallowing dryly, extremely tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A wave-like offensive?! Did you submit this crap as a plan?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angry roar of the culprit making us tense, Colonel Model, reached us waiting outside the door, unfiltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Idiots like you were the ones who sent soldiers to their deaths in front of machine gun posts in the Great War, while you stayed behind like cowards! What are you wearing that rank insignia for! To get your subordinates killed?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, damn it. Hearing Walther Model's scolding, which I'd only heard about, sent a chill down my spine even though it wasn't directed at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get that pathetic, idiotic face out of my sight right now! If you want to stand before me again, you'd better grease up that non-working head of yours! Get lost. Now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“H-H-Heil Hitler!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain who burst through the door was pale, with cold sweat streaming down his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My god, the focus in his eyes is completely gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First Lieutenant Schacht, you may go in…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, is it my turn now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Receiving looks of half pity, half expectation from the other officers, I cleared my throat and entered Colonel Model's office, which had already shattered the souls of several officers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Condor Legion almost exclusively uses the Nazi salute, but even when I gave a standard salute, Colonel Model accepted it without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sent a cold gaze from behind his monocle before opening his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You're tense too, aren't you? Don't worry. I only scold idiots.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It's presumptuous of me to say, Colonel, but if what you say is true, then the future of the German Army is dark.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At my remark implying that all the officers summoned today had been utterly broken, Colonel Model paused for a moment, then smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seeing that reaction, perhaps you're not an idiot this time. I like it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, I thought if I said that much, he'd show his 'funny mister' side, but this must be Model in 'superior officer mode'…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I swallowed, Model gestured for me to come closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I approached, he showed me an operation plan document spread out on his desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plan document that Colonel Model had handed out to the unit commanders like homework during the Battle of Brunete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the offensive plan I had drafted and submitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, so it was this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the reason the officers were getting chewed out like crazy was because they'd drafted their offensive plans poorly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every officer who came out bolted in such a hurry that I didn't realize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The fundamentals are there, First Lieutenant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least you didn't just scribble it down carelessly because it was a bother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Because if that plan were executed, my troopers would be the ones dying, Colonel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don't know how the new Chief of Staff's sudden order to draft an offensive plan that might actually be used in the middle of an operation appeared to the other officers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Front line company commanders just do as they're told; drafting an offensive plan is originally the job of high-ranking commanders or staff officers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by the state of things today, it seems a considerable number of them saw it as a nuisance or a bother, but I knew his disposition from the start, so I wracked my brain to write it whenever there was a lull, even while busy with combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what I had said to him wasn't just empty words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was impossible for me, at least, to just dismiss it as 'soldiers naturally die in war'.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don't know if this is a curse or what, living as an officer in Germany during the World War II era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At my remark, Colonel Model glanced at me before lowering his gaze back to the operation plan document.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'm realizing it anew, but Colonel Model's features are ordinary, but when he's in work mode like this, the unique, intense gaze from behind his monocle gives off a considerable sense of intimidation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's hard to imagine he's the same cheerful mister who usually laughs with the soldiers and tells dad jokes…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You suggested a heavy troop deployment in this sector. What's the reason?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colonel Model pointed to the operation map as he asked, and I answered without delay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That sector is close to the road leading from Madrid, so enemy reinforcements can arrive quickly. Depending on the war situation, I thought the enemy might send their defensive force from the Madrid area.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if intel came in saying there were no signs of additional reinforcements from Madrid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought for a moment about Colonel Model's intention in asking such a question, but I couldn't figure it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, I haven't received proper staff officer training yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If that were the case, we could move two or three companies to the reserve force, but I believe it would be best to maintain the other units as they are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reason?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ugh, those cold eyes watching me from behind the monocle keep making my throat go dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The intel from the Intelligence Department isn't always accurate, and even if it was correct at the time it came in, there could be units that depart afterward.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colonel Model said nothing to my opinion, just listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…And if such a thing happened, the enemy could move quickly via the road, whereas our unit's movement would be hampered by the extreme heat, and we'd be at risk of taking a blow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reinforcements could come from other sectors, but in that case, since we had some degree of air superiority, I judged that as long as we identified them in time, the conditions would be the same, so we could respond.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having finished speaking, I waited for his reaction with a tense look, and after a moment's thought, he said curtly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First Lieutenant, you are overly cautious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, I wasn't expecting to be praised by one of the greatest famed commanders of this era, but to get this kind of evaluation after racking my brain so hard to speak…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your posture and thinking in preparation for a crisis are not bad, but grasping the situation and concentrating your forces to swiftly carry out an operation can, in the end, result in fewer sacrifices.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was such a textbook answer that I had nothing to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had I become consumed by the thought of having to avoid the worst after seeing so many deaths on the battlefield?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I'm not one to beat around the bush, so I'll be frank. Looking at your combat reports and the evaluations from your unit's non-commissioned officers, you're an average unit commander.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt a chilling sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, the German military of this era was, at least in terms of tactics, the best in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it just arrogance to think I could become a General Staff officer just because I had some knowledge from modern times?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You're not a coward, but you're not heroically brave either, and you think too much. You have prudence, but you're somewhat lacking in decisiveness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colonel Model's cold evaluation mercilessly dug into my chest. Overthrow the Nazis, my ass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is driving me crazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did I believe that a normal modern person who just finished his military service would get some kind of plot armor just because he was thrown into another era?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colonel Model didn't hurl profanities or bellow at me like he did with the other officers, but my mind was growing faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But your diligence in considering all possibilities and meticulously working hard deserves high praise. You've actually obtained results, too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, for a moment, I couldn't react to Colonel Model's following words and just blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In my opinion, your talent would shine more as a staff officer than as a front line commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What do you say? If you're willing, I'll recommend you for the General Staff Course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Pardon me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Momentarily dumbfounded, I questioned him back before involuntarily clapping a hand over my mouth, and Colonel Model grinned as if he'd never glared with those icy eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don't want to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“N-No, sir! It is an honor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, damn. I can't control my expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My lips had loosened so much that I knew what my expression looked like without even having to see a mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, even without my recommendation, you're a strong candidate for this year's class at the War Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There's the matter of the 88s, and Lieutenant Colonel Richthofen of the Luftwaffe also gave you a very generous evaluation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, that doesn't mean my recommendation is meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the military, connections are important. Unless you don't want to get involved with a troublesome superior like me, that is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Model said this in a subtly playful manner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This mister knows full well what his reputation is among his subordinates…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could you say that, sir? To receive a recommendation from someone like you, Colonel, is an honor that comes once in a lifetime!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who is Walther Model?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He's a legend himself, the one who handed defeats to famed commanders of the Allied Forces like Georgy Zhukov, Bernard Law Montgomery, and Omar Bradley, even in the hopeless situation Germany faced at the end of World War II.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He may be a colonel now, but isn't he the Lion of Defense who, at the end of the war when countless German field marshals were getting their heads chopped off, performed feats that silenced even Hitler, serving as a field marshal until the very end?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To think that such a figure was really recommending me was overwhelming in itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But perhaps because I was so enthusiastically moved, Colonel Model seemed a bit taken aback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, not to that extent… Do you have a talent for flattery as well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uh, um. Did I seem too much like a fanboy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For me, who knows the future, I'm showing infinite respect and trust in Model, but from his perspective, he hasn't known me for very long…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn't explain this, either, so I could only speak with the deepest possible respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not at all, sir! I will strive not to be a disgrace to your recommendation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good heavens, alright. I have expectations for you, First Lieutenant Schacht.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This lousy Spanish Civil War was really tough, but in the end, I did it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can go to the War Academy, to Germany!\u003C\u002Fp>",2704,"2026-06-05T17:48:34.725Z",1,"novelbin.me","a1c1708d57f71e58be5214aecf4eb851e2aba7ea57d1b2cf230ec465cfefcadd","i-don-t-need-nazis-in-my-germany-chapter-16","i-don-t-need-nazis-in-my-germany-chapter-14",190,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-don-t-need-nazis-in-my-germany-cover.jpg"]