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Then what did he say...

Yes, I was confident that if Germany provided some support with weapons and troops, we could definitely succeed.

If someone else had done it, I would have just brushed it off, thinking he was just talking nonsense, but this guy was a guy who could actually do something wrong, so I couldn't just ignore him.

In real history, as soon as Germany invaded Norway, they staged a coup.

"This is such a reckless idea. "Not only is the possibility of success slim in the first place, but Britain and France could intervene in Norway under the pretext of a coup."

In fact, considering that Germany's invasion of Norway unfolded very narrowly, Quisling's support for the coup did more harm than good.

If we made a mistake, we could have turned Norway into an enemy, as history had it, and, contrary to history, the Anglo-French army could have ended up stationed in Norway.

Iron ore brought to Germany through the Narvik port in Norway is the most important material necessary for waging war, and if it is not possible to obtain it, all strategies will fall apart. Because you can't make weapons without iron.

"Do not worry. If the British Empire attempts to intervene, the Norwegians will unite to fight the invaders."

"Even if the coup was successful, do you think the people would suddenly change their attitude and support you? "If that had been the case, the National Union Party would have become Norway's ruling party long ago."

It feels like I'm talking to a wall instead of a person.

Does common sense make sense that if the coup is successful, the people will support it on their own? It would be nice if there were no protests!

It reminds me of bullshit like, "The whole world will be peaceful without weapons and armies," and "Capitalism is the cause of the gap between rich and poor and corruption, so it must be eliminated."

It's the same as being out of your mind like the people who say that kind of bullshit.

No matter how much I can't spit at a smiling face, I just can't stand a person with a head full of flowers.

"Please think about it before you live. "Don't live like others, lost in your own delusions and ignoring reality."

When I got annoyed and started hitting him with facts, Quisling was so embarrassed that he couldn't say anything.

Rosenberg, who was also present, was embarrassed and was busy looking at me.

"I appreciate that you want to help Germany, but your plans are useless. It's an extremely childish idea that even a child wouldn't think of. "Am I wrong?"

"Oh, no, Mr. President..."

Do you even know how many people like you I've seen in my past life?

What I hate the most are people who insist that what they say is absolutely right, even though they have no basis whatsoever.

Whenever I turn on the TV, some idiots come out and talk nonsense. Do I really want to see the same thing here?

"Keuhumhum. Mr. President? Still, former Minister Quisling said that for the sake of friendly relations between Norway and Germany-"

Rosenberg joined the conversation to break the awkward atmosphere, but it only made me angry.

"I heard you're a former Minister of National Defense? But does it make sense that we still have such a hard time grasping reality? Do you think war and politics are some kind of child's play? "Please give me an answer!"

On this day, Quisling left with a lot of insults from me rather than support.

But four days later, we met again.

I had no intention of meeting him again, but Rosenberg's request forced me to meet and talk with him.

"My thoughts were brief, Mr. Fuhrer. "I thought about it carefully, and I think what the President said is correct."

Quisling had changed to the point where I wondered if he was the same person I met four days ago.

He acknowledged that his plan had no reality at all and was literally an illusion and asked for my forgiveness.

I was wondering what kind of bullshit he was going to say this time, but this time I was taken aback by his 180-degree change in appearance.

It doesn't seem like you're acting to deceive me, but have you finally come to your senses?

"I'm glad you understood quickly. "I hope you understand that I was also excited and shouted at you."

Surprisingly, the subsequent conversation took place in a very common sense and calm atmosphere.

Rosenberg, who had almost ruined his image and almost lost sight of me, was visibly relieved.

"I'll say it again, no matter what happens, a coup d'état is not possible. Don't try, and don't even think about trying. "We take good care of our party members to prevent them from doing anything foolish."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"This is just my prediction, but Britain and France will soon put pressure on Norway to put pressure on Germany. For example, stop exporting minerals to Germany, or allow your own military to move to Norway.

I'm still not sure what choice Norway will make, but one thing is certain. If the Norwegian government decides that it is going against their will, Youngf will definitely take military action.

If that happens, Norway will naturally become closer to Germany, which has a common enemy called Youngf, and its status will rise. "Please take my words into account."

Quisling pledged that no matter what, he would not move without Germany's request, and that he would strive for a Norwegian-German alliance.

When he returned to Norway, he delivered top secret news to Rosenberg.

"As predicted by His Excellency the Führer, Britain and France are said to have requested passage through the Norwegian government's territory as they plan to send troops to support Finland. At the same time, they even demanded that iron ore exports to Germany be stopped."

"What is the Norwegian government's answer?"

"The Norwegian government rejected both demands, but Youngf's demands are so persistent that there is a lot of talk even within the cabinet."

"Right. "I understand."

I'm glad this is the same as history.

I was a little anxious about what would happen if another variable occurred, but I was worried for no reason.

Just keep going like this. Just like this.

***

January 1, 1940

Near Lake Ladoga, southern Finland

1939 ended and the new year of 1940 dawned.

It was the first day of the new year with everyone excited, but gunfire still continued on the front lines.

Instead of enjoying the first meal of the new year with family and lovers, Soviet soldiers had to charge into the enemy lines in cold and hunger again today.

"Charge, forward!"

"Comrades, advance! Advance!"

The soldiers came out of the trenches and ran across the snowy field, following the political officer who kept shouting to charge while firing his pistol into the air.

The snow that had fallen all night piled up on the ground, making it difficult to move quickly.

While the Soviet soldiers were struggling to run on snow piled up to their thighs, Corporal Simo Haiha quietly took a shooting stance.

The stupid Soviet soldiers were unaware of his existence this time too. Since I had already finished aiming at the target, all I had to do was pull the trigger.

He took a couple of deep breaths, as was his usual habit, and then pulled the trigger.

-puck!

"Hey, comrade political leader!"

A political officer who was yelling at the soldiers was killed instantly with a hole punched between his eyes.

The political officer who ordered the assault fell, but the Soviet troops continued to advance without stopping.

Each time Haiha's Finnish Mosin-Nagant M28 rifle let out a dry gunshot, a Soviet soldier fell.

In less than a minute, four Soviet soldiers fell. They all fell down after being shot in the neck, forehead, or chest.

"It's a sniper!"

"Everyone get down!"

"Get down, comrades! "Get down!"

As their comrades fell without any time to do anything, the Soviet soldiers fell into fear and lay down on the ground.

My whole body felt like it was freezing with the cold coming from the ground, but it was better than being targeted by a sniper and dying instantly.

I felt pity when I saw the Soviet soldiers crawling like snakes, their coats wet and cold from the moisture in their eyes, but Haiha did not stop sniping.

He had no intention of letting go of the enemies who invaded his country out of personal pity.

If you're going to blame them, you should blame Stalin and his henchmen who brought them here.

If the war hadn't started, I wouldn't have had to kill you.

After reloading, Haiha quickly pulled the trigger and blew off the enemy officer's head.

The bullet that hit the red star in the center of Budynovka pierced his skull and tore through his brain. The Soviet officer lowered his head, blood spurting from his mouth and nose.

"Damn it, where is the enemy?"

The Soviet soldiers, who had no way of knowing where Simo Haiha was, were about to explode.

No matter how much I look, I can't see the enemy, the bullets keep flying, and if I keep lying like this, I'm going to freeze to death. I couldn't bear it without going crazy.

"Shoot! Just shoot! "We must disrupt the enemy's aim!"

"Start shooting!"

The Soviet troops fired their guns blindly to hinder Simo Haiha's aim.

It cannot be said to be a wrong response since it had the effect of scaring the enemy sniper and making him hesitate to fire, but Haiha was already a man well-versed in the Soviet military's tactics.

He silently pulled the trigger, paying no heed to the enemy's fire.

Another enemy soldier died. He was a soldier who was hiding behind the mantle of a Maxim machine gun and firing the machine gun.

Haiha fired a bullet through the observation gap in the center of the gun mantlet, killing the enemy machine gunner.

The gunner died and the second gunner took the machine gun, but he too met the same end.

As the gunner and second gunner died one after another, no one was able to grab the machine gun.

The soldiers could not move despite the officer's call for anyone to grab the machine gun and fire.

The time has come.

The moment Haiha glanced at the watch on his wrist, a shell fell on the heads of the Soviet soldiers.

It was a mortar attack by the Finnish army.

The Soviet troops, who were lying down on the ground to avoid Haiha's sniping, were helpless under the mortar attack.

The startled soldiers stood up and immediately pulled the triggers of their rifles.

If he lay down, he would be killed by a mortar shell, and if he stood up, he would be shot by a sniper. However, the Soviet soldiers all stood up, probably thinking that it would be better to struggle and die than to sit still and die.

They desperately ran back the way they had come.

Soldiers who were slow to move became victims of mortar shells or were killed by Haiha's guns.

As the Soviet troops returned to their trenches, Haiha quietly left the scene.

Even today, he sent more than 10 Soviet soldiers to the other world.

The front line was held, and the Soviet army's offensive failed.

I'll have to get a good night's sleep when I get back.

I had only slept 4 hours in two days, so I had to make up for the lack of sleep.

The snow began to fall again in the afternoon, covering the corpses and shell pits scattered across the field.

The blood drops scattered on the snow disappeared without a trace, and pure white snowflakes bleached the world.

The souls who wandered aimlessly around the scene of the battle left this world only after their bodies were buried in the snow and became completely invisible.

The gunfire continued even after the world turned cream-colored.

***

Despite receiving additional support, the Soviet army ultimately failed to break through the Finnish army's defense line.

The front line is deadlocked, and doubts are raised whether Finland can be defeated even after two months, let alone one month.

The world laughed at the incompetence of the Soviet army and praised the fighting spirit of the Finnish army, while Time magazine, a prominent American current affairs weekly, mocked Stalin by selecting him as Person of the Year in 1939.

The incompetence and depravity of its own army embarrassed even Stalin, who was bloodless and tearful.

Despite the press control, as news from the front gradually began to reach the people, not only the soldiers but also the people began to question the legitimacy of this war.

If things continued like this, the authority of Stalin and the Communist Party could be shaken.

The war with Finland was no longer just a territorial dispute, but a major issue with the fate of the Soviet Union at stake.

Stalin, unable to bear it any longer, ordered Voroshilov to be recalled.

Voroshilov boarded a plane to Moscow, his hands and feet shaking as he was dragged to the slaughterhouse.

As expected, what awaited him were shouting, swearing, and sarcasm from his best friend, who had become the highest authority in the Soviet Union.

"This utterly incompetent bastard. What do you know how to do? Why don't we just build a mountain with the corpses of our soldiers?"

"I apologize, Comrade Secretary General. Even if there were ten mouths, there would be nothing to say."

"cancer! Of course you should! "Even if you have ten or a hundred mouths, you shouldn't have anything to say!"

Stalin's anger showed no signs of subsiding even as he faced all kinds of delicacy.

Stalin remained silent even at the moment when he was almost expelled from the party for harshly criticizing Trotsky and when Lenin's will stating that he should never become general secretary was made public, but his face turned red as if he could not bear this incident at all.

"I trusted you, but you brought me this shame! How can this be? How will people view me? They'll criticize me for being an incompetent idiot who can't even manage his subordinates!

Do you think that your current position as Marshal was earned purely through your own ability? Wrong! "I made you who you are today, you incompetent bastard!"

Voroshilov, who had been silently listening to Stalin's words of anger and contempt, slowly reached his limit.

Of course, Voroshilov himself knew full well that he had led the Red Army into a pitiful battle.

However, it was no longer possible for Stalin, who held an equally huge share of the stake, to ignore it and pretend that it was none of his fault.

"You brought this on yourself!"

When Voroshilov stood up and shouted, Stalin stopped talking and stared at him.

The guards who were standing with anxious faces also froze in surprise at Voroshilov's sudden action.

"You were the one who killed the veterans of the Red Army, right? "You killed all the capable generals!"

Stalin turned his head to Voroshilov's words.

Voroshilov became even angrier at Stalin's attitude and threw down the plate containing the whole roasted pig.

Voroshilov was not purged even though he committed acts of blasphemy that would have been unimaginable to anyone else.

The reason was that Voroshilov's help was essential to control the Red Army, in addition to being one of Stalin's few close friends.

However, this did not mean that he received no punishment. Stalin dismissed Voroshilov from his position as commander-in-chief and installed a new man.

"Comrade Tymoshenko, I will trust only you."

"Please leave it to me, Comrade Secretary. "I will definitely do it."

Semyon Tymoshenko, a Red Army talent, was appointed as the new commander-in-chief.