I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 279: Golden Apple
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April 13, 1945, rain
It's raining in Berlin.
The expressions on everyone's faces are gray, like the dark clouds lingering over Berlin.
The bad news came from afar. After a few days of intense street fighting, Vienna finally fell into the hands of the Soviet army. At the same time, Königsberg fell, and the group of polar bears finally fulfilled a dream that had not been accomplished for centuries-to enter the capital of East Prussia.
The Eastern Front has not heard good news for a long time, and the situation on the Western Front is probably the same.
Everyone can see that this empire is almost exhausted.
As a soldier, maybe I should n’t make too many comments on the future of the empire, but from the perspective of a husband and a father, I hope the Americans can rush to Berlin first.
God, what am I talking about.
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April 14, fog
It ’s foggy, maybe it ’s about to clear.
There is good news. There is no worse news on the east or west.
There is no better news than no news, but everyone knows that this is just the tranquility before the storm.
In the morning, I received a job transfer order.
Should this moment finally come? Even as a civil servant, I arrived at the moment when I had to pick up my rifle and shed the last drop of blood for this empire.
However, things are far from what I thought, and you will never guess what I saw.
In the basement of the Chancellery of Berlin, I actually saw the head of state!
I cannot describe the excitement in my heart at this moment. I haven't heard it for a long time, his exciting speech. Many people said that he had fled with his mistress, but at this moment, all the rumors were not broken. He is still in Berlin! He still stands with us!
Although his face is a little more haggard than when he last appeared in public. But his voice is still so contagious.
He chatted with me for half an hour and asked me a lot of things. It's hard to imagine that a small person like me was actually received by him. Sitting face-to-face with the great, talking about Berlin's past.
At the end of the conversation, he asked about my loyalty.
I said: "If you need it, I can now take a gun to die for you, whether it is in the east or west."
He said: "I have more important tasks to give you than to die."
Unbelievable, the head of state personally awarded me the medal of the Iron Cross.
I ’m terrified, I did n’t make any achievements, and I ’m not even a front-line fighter. How can I bear such great honor?
However, he dispelled my concerns.
"If you can complete the task I will hand over to you, you will be worthy of this medal for the contribution of the Third Reich."
I took a locked suitcase from his hand.
Next, I was taken out of the basement.
I did n’t even see the last face of my wife and daughter. I got on a Me262B jet and flew to Norway.
I honestly do n’t want to see them last. Because I have a hunch that this may be a one-way ticket.
......
It's sunny on April 15.
Perhaps this is the last time I record weather in my diary, at least for a few months.
We set off from the bottom of the sea, set sail with the U-234 friend ship, followed different directions, and headed towards the same destination-Far East, Japan.
It was not until the moment I boarded the ship that I realized the seriousness of the matter.
Counting me a total of 14 people, each crew member is a big man, and the lowest rank is also the lieutenant colonel. If it were n’t for the Iron Cross, I do n’t know if they would look at me as a small person. But what is interesting is that no one paid attention to the medal on my chest, but was more interested in the suitcase in my hand.
According to the etiquette, everyone introduced themselves. Air Force Commander, Army Colonel, Shipborne Anti-aircraft Artillery Expert ... And I, an Information Station Signal Corps.
God, they are the elite of the empire, why would they sit here? Sit with my little man and take a U-shaped submarine to perform a "delivery" mission?
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April 20.
According to the captain, we are now sailing above the North Atlantic and sailing towards the South Atlantic.
Because we have reached the sea, someone finally came forward and introduced us to the details of the mission.
The submarine is equipped with the most advanced military technology of the Third Reich, such as V2 rocket parts and drawings, "Junker" jet engines, tiger tank drawings, and all parts and designs of Me-262 jet fighters Figure.
The military technology and weapon samples will be brought to Tokyo.
As for the ten barrels, the captain did n’t know much about the situation, but described it as a raw material for a certain weapon.
The atmosphere inside the submarine is very silent, people communicate in a low voice, or simply spend time in sleep, reducing the time to wake up. The only person willing to talk to me was a nuclear physicist named Fabian. Although I do not understand what nuclear physics is, it does not hinder the friendship between us.
He said that in such an environment, only maintaining communication between people can maintain mental health. I very much agree with him. Apart from writing a diary, we will talk about something else.
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April 22.
Today we talked about nuclear physics, although I do n’t understand what it is.
U-235. According to Fabien, this is an ominous set of letters and numbers. It belongs to the number of this U-shaped submarine, and is also the abbreviation of the 235 isotope of uranium.
I do n’t understand what uranium 235 means, but I just heard that it can be used to make a very powerful bomb. He secretly told me that if we can bring these ten barrels of uranium oxide to Japan, we will change history.
I disdain this. Even those who have not been on the battlefield know that just a few bombs are not enough to reverse the outcome of a war. If we can, then we have already done it. There are 10,000 bombs we poured into London.
"These bombs are different from the past."
"Really? Compared with the V2 rocket?"
Fabienne just smiled disdainfully.
"Comparable to the sum of V1 and V2 rockets launched towards London."
Okay, I think his spirit has started to be abnormal.
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May 4th.
The situation is getting worse.
The Goliath signal station, which is responsible for providing instructions to us, suddenly has no news. Immediately afterwards, the main naval communications station near Naun in Berlin also lost contact.
With a telegram received intermittently, what worries us most still happened.
Germany has announced its surrender. The commander of the Imperial Navy, Dennitz, ordered all U-shaped submarines to immediately float, hang a black flag, and surrender to the Allied Forces as close as possible.
In the face of this telegram, everyone was silent.
Someone suggested that this might be a conspiracy by the intelligence services of the allies. But it was also pointed out that this may indeed be the case, after all, the moment they boarded the submarine, Berlin was already at stake.
The deputy captain suggested turning on the radio silence to confirm the authenticity of the information with the nearby submarine. However, the captain did not accept his proposal and gave instructions to continue sailing.
U-235 is not included in the establishment, and is directly obeyed by the heads of state, without being obeyed by Dunnitz. Target Tokyo, continue to perform tasks.
In any case, the submarine continues to sail. But I can clearly feel that not everyone is satisfied with this order, which even includes the captain himself.
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May 10th.
We just passed Agenyan and entered the Pacific Ocean from the southernmost point of South America.
At this point, we should be completely out of the allied chase.
However, no one is happy with the good news.
Germany has surrendered, and we are German soldiers, do we still have to continue fighting?
Perhaps we should surrender to the nearby allies. Just be careful not to be hit by the British, the Americans should let us go home. After all, we have n’t committed any crimes. This U-shaped submarine has n’t even fired a torpedo since its departure.
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May 11.
Unfortunately happened again, but not from outside the submarine, but inside the submarine.
Someone is dead.
The deceased was Lieutenant Colonel Bertram. He took an overdose of sleeping pills and committed suicide.
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May 14.
When I was writing this diary, Fabian was crazy, and he was talking about something crazy.
I ca n’t understand his nonsense, what “it ’s not physics at all, we made a mistake from the beginning.” “It ’s not an atom, no, it ’s not matter at all.” “It ’s not impossible to observe with existing technology, It simply does not exist. "
He found me and confessed to me that he was the key holder and begged me to take out the suitcase.
I rejected him, and the task assigned to me by the head of state was to send it to Tokyo. Until then, no one can open this suitcase.
Seeing my firm attitude, he didn't insist anymore.
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June 1.
Originally, we should have arrived in Okinawa 10 days ago, and then entered a safe route, heading directly to Tokyo.
However, there was an accident.
After arriving in the South Pacific, we turned on the radio silence, but it was not the Japanese Navy but the American ship that greeted us.
The submarine was shot in the side wall, but fortunately we escaped.
It seems that Japan completely lost to the Americans in the Pacific War. Thinking in sad terms, Okinawa may have changed hands.
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June 2.
The captain found Fabian.
"If this 520 kg of uranium is sent to Tokyo, can it change the end of the war?"
Fabian did not answer directly.
"Even if the United States loses New York in one month, can it change the outcome of the war?"
The captain is silent. Everyone knows that when the war has reached this point, the ending can no longer be reversed by one city and one pool.
"What about that suitcase?"
Fabienne just shook his head.
"It's too late."
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June 4.
In order to evade the search of anti-submarine reconnaissance aircraft, we had to change course and return to New Zealand.
Some people say that the submarine has enough supplies, and we should probably find a small island to spend the rest of our lives.
But some people refute this view. After all, not everyone has committed war crimes. Many people still have family members, and they are eager to know their safety.
In the end, the Allies made a choice for us.
On Little Barrier Island, we are surrounded by ships coming from three directions.
Should you surrender or resist?
Surprisingly, the captain actually consulted me. After clearly boarding the boat, he never spoke to me again.
Honestly, I have a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter. I don't want to die. Although I am ashamed of the Iron Cross on my chest, I chose to surrender.
Hearing my thoughts, the captain was relieved.
It seemed as though the burden on his shoulders was finally lifted, he actually thanked me.
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June 5.
A sudden rebellion.
The captain is dead and killed by a gunshot.
Fabienne is dead, but he died of suicide.
There are currently 7 people left, all of whom are war criminals except me. Someone proposed to execute me because I betrayed the will of the head of state. However, some people said that I didn't have to kill me, I just needed to lock them up.
People who refused to surrender proposed to drive the submarine into Hauraki Gulf and escape the search by doing the opposite.
Fortunately, we found a trench near Port Jackson. As long as it is hidden, no one can find us.
Supplies are enough for us to hide until the end of this year. When the wind passes, we will land in Australia and spend the rest of our lives incognito.
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The diary ends here.
The last page traces the coat of arms of the iron cross with a pencil. The notes of the draft are very beautiful. The artistic fonts at that time should be used. With the help of a translator, Jiang Chen read the last line of his diary.
【To my dead motherland——Elias】
This submarine named after the last hope of the Third Reich "U235" eventually sank in the trench forever, and the diary did not record the specific reason for the submarine's sinking. But Jiang Chen can be sure that this person named Elias must have opened the suitcase.
Either this diary will not appear in the suitcase.
According to the contents of the diary, Jiang Chen can speculate that perhaps he knew that he would be exhausted, and Hitler placed all hope on the disobedient ally of the Far East. Black technology was loaded into this submarine, and there was even this suitcase that "can talk to aliens."
However, this U-235 obviously failed to reverse the wheels of history.
Two months later, the United States ended the war with two atomic bombs.
"Do you know what this ball is?" Lin Ling took a breath and ended her analysis of the ball in the suitcase.
"What is it?" Jiang Chen faintly felt that this thing might be related to the black technology that Germany took out during World War II.
The phrase "help" is probably a signal of help to the "future man".
"A messenger of Klein particles." Lin Ling pointed to the line of inscriptions engraved on the spherical shell. "Although the workmanship is rough, it is really exciting Klein particle waves. The useless work of broadcasting at the same time. "
"Is there anything special?"
"Remember what I said to you? Every conscious carbon-based life body contains traces of Klein particles, and they are usually stored in the back of the brain."
"So?" Jiang Chen vaguely realized what it was, and a terrible cold could not help crawling all over his body.
Lin Ling took a deep breath and said quickly.
"A whole brain extract of an iron ball, this is a piece of artificial subcrystal ... used by the brains of more than 10,000 people."
Ten thousand people ...
Just to convey that "help" that can never be heard.
"It's crazy."
Just swallowing, Jiang Chen said hardly.
"However, it is not this 10,000 lives that shocked me the most." Lin Ling paused, then said, "The destination coordinates of the signal emission come from the void."
"What the **** is the void?" Jiang Chen couldn't help asking.
“In short, it ’s behind the wormhole, where all the physical sensibilities of space and time are chaos.”
"So what?"
"Remember the story of the six interstellar colonies that I told you? Three of them sailed towards the wormhole." (To be continued.)