Chapter 279 Golden Apple

April 13, 1945, rain

It's raining in Berlin. ∮,..

The expressions on everyone's faces were gray, like the dark clouds hovering over Berlin.

Bad news came from afar. After several days of fierce street fighting, Vienna finally fell into the hands of the Soviet army. At the same time, Königsberg also fell, and the group of polar bears finally realized their dream that they had not been able to achieve for centuries-to occupy the capital of East Prussia.

There has been no good news from the Eastern Front for a long time, and the situation on the Western Front is probably the same.

Anyone can see that the empire is dying.

As a soldier, perhaps I shouldn't make too many comments on the future of the empire, but from the perspective of a husband and a father, I hope that the Americans can rush to Berlin first.

God, what the hell am I talking about.

Fog, April 14

It's foggy, maybe it's about to clear up.

The good news is that there has been no worse news from either the Eastern or Western fronts.

There is no better news than no news, but everyone knows that this is just the calm before the storm.

In the morning, I received a job transfer order.

Is it time to say that the moment has finally come? Even I, as a civil servant, reached the moment when I had to take up my rifle and shed my last drop of blood for this empire.

But things were far from what I thought, and you'd never guess what I saw.

In the basement of the Chancellery in Berlin, I actually met the Führer!

I can't describe the excitement in my heart at this moment. I haven't heard his inspiring speech for a long time. Many people said that he had fled with his mistress, but at this moment, all the rumors were self-defeating. He's still in Berlin! He is still with us!

Although his face was a little more haggard than when he appeared in public last time. But his voice is still so contagious.

He chatted with me for half an hour. asked me many things. It's hard to imagine that a small person like me was actually received by him. Sitting face to face with the great him, chatting about the past in Berlin.

topic to the end,

He asked about my allegiance.

I said, "I can pick up a gun and die for you right now if you want. East or West."

He said: "I have more important tasks for you than going to die."

Unbelievable, the Führer personally awarded me the Iron Cross.

I am terrified, I have not made any military exploits, and I am not even a front-line soldier. How can I bear such a great honor?

However, he reassured me of my concerns.

"If you can complete the task I am about to give you, your contribution to the Third Reich will be worthy of this medal."

I took a locked suitcase from him.

then. I was taken out of the basement.

Without even being able to see my wife and daughter for the last time, I boarded a me262b jet and flew to Norway.

To be honest, I don't want to see them for the last time either. Because I already had a hunch that it might be a one-way ticket.

 …

On April 15, it was sunny.

Perhaps this is the last time I will record the weather in a diary, at least for a few months.

We start from the bottom of the sea. Followed by the friendly ship u-234, along different courses. Heading towards the same destination - the Far East, Japan.

I didn't realize the seriousness of the matter until the moment I boarded the ship.

Counting me, there are a total of fourteen people, every crew member is a big shot, and the lowest rank is also a lieutenant colonel. If it weren't for the Iron Cross, I don't know if they would have looked at me as a little guy. Interesting though. No one paid attention to the medal on my chest, but was more interested in the suitcase in my hand.

In accordance with the etiquette, everyone introduced themselves. Air Force Commander, Army Colonel, Shipborne Anti-aircraft Artillery Technologist...and me, a signal officer of an intelligence station.

God, they are the elite of the empire. Why are you sitting here? Sitting with me, a little guy, in a U-boat, on a "message delivery" mission?

 …

April 20.

According to the captain, we are now sailing on the North Atlantic, heading for the South Atlantic.

Because we had already reached the sea, someone finally stood up and introduced us to the details of the mission.

This submarine is equipped with the most cutting-edge military technology of the Third Reich, such as V2 rocket parts and blueprints, "Junker" jet engines, tiger tank blueprints, and all parts and blueprints of the me-262 jet fighter.

These military technology and weapons samples will be brought to Tokyo.

As for the ten barrels, the captain didn't know much about the specific situation, but only described them in general as raw materials for some kind of weapon.

The atmosphere inside the submarine was very silent. People communicated in low voices, or simply spent their time sleeping to reduce the time of waking up. The only person willing to talk to me was a nuclear physicist named Fabian. Although I don't understand what nuclear physics is, this does not hinder our friendship.

In such an environment, he said, the only way to maintain mental health is to maintain a connection between people. I agree with him that we will talk about other things while writing the diary.

 …

April 22.

Today we talked about nuclear physics, although I have no idea what that is.

u-235. According to Fabian, it was an ominous set of letters and numbers. It belongs to the number of the U-boat and is also an abbreviation for the 235 isotope of uranium.

I don't understand what uranium-235 means, but I just heard him say that this thing can be used to make a very powerful bomb. He mysteriously told me that if we could bring these ten barrels of uranium oxide to Japan, we would change history.

I disdain this, even if I have never been on a battlefield, I know that just a few bombs are not enough to reverse the outcome of a war. If we could, we would have done it long ago, and we would have dropped at least 10,000 bombs on London.

"These bombs are unlike any that have come before."

"Really? Compared to the v2 rocket?"

Fabian just smiled disdainfully.

"Comparable to the sum of the v1 and v2 rockets launched to London."

Well, I think he's starting to lose his mind.

 …

May 4th.

The situation is getting worse.

The Goliath signal station responsible for providing us with instructions has suddenly gone silent. Immediately afterwards, contact with the main naval communications station near Berlin-Nauen was also lost.

With a telegram received intermittently. The thing that worried us most happened.

Germany has announced its surrender, and the commander of the Imperial Navy, Dönitz, ordered all U-shaped submarines to float up immediately, hoist the black flag, and surrender to the Allies nearby.

Facing this telegram, everyone was silent.

It has been suggested that this may be a conspiracy by the intelligence services of the allies. But it was also pointed out. And that might have been the case, since Berlin was already in jeopardy the moment they boarded the submarine.

The deputy captain suggested to turn on the radio silence and confirm the authenticity of the information to the nearby submarines. However, the captain did not accept his proposal and gave instructions to continue sailing.

U-235 is not included in the establishment and directly obeys the head of state, without the need to obey orders from Dönitz. Target Tokyo, continue the mission.

Anyway. The submarine sailed on. But I can clearly feel that not everyone is satisfied with this order, even the captain himself.

 …

May 10.

We have just sailed past Argentina and entered the Pacific Ocean from the southernmost tip of South America.

At this point, we should be regarded as completely free from the siege and interception of the Allied forces.

Yet no one was happy about the good news.

Germany has surrendered, and we are German soldiers, do we still need to continue fighting?

Maybe we should surrender to the nearby Allies, just be careful not to be run into by the British. The Americans should let us go home. After all, we haven't committed any crimes. This U-shaped submarine has not even launched a single torpedo since its departure.

 …

May 11.

The unfortunate thing happened again, but not from outside the submarine, but from inside the submarine.

Someone died.

The deceased was Lieutenant Colonel Bertram, who committed suicide by taking an overdose of sleeping pills.

 …

May 14.

When I write this diary. Fabian is crazy, he is muttering something frantically.

I can't understand his nonsense, "That's not physics at all, we got it wrong from the beginning." "Not atoms, no. Not matter at all." "It's not impossible to observe with current technology, but it's not at all doesn't exist."

He found me, confessed to me that he was the key holder, and begged me to produce the suitcase.

I refused him, and the Fuehrer gave me the task of sending it to Tokyo. No one can open this suitcase until then.

Seeing my firm attitude, he didn't insist anymore.

 …

June 1.

Originally, we were supposed to arrive in Okinawa 10 days ago, then enter a safe route and sail 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 that greeted us, but American ships.

The sub was hit in the sidewall, but luckily we escaped.

It seems that Japan was completely defeated by the Americans in the Pacific War. From a pessimistic point of view, Okinawa may have changed hands.

 …

June 2.

The captain found Fabian.

"If these 520 kilograms of uranium are sent to Tokyo, will it change the outcome of the war?"

Fabian did not answer directly.

"Even if the United States loses New York within a month, can it change the outcome of the war?"

The captain was silent. Everyone knows that when the war has progressed to this point, the outcome cannot be reversed by one city or one pool.

"Where's the suitcase?"

Fabian just shook his head.

"It's too late."

 …

June 4th.

In order to avoid the search of the anti-submarine reconnaissance plane, we had to divert to the direction of New Zealand.

Some people say that there are enough supplies on the submarine, maybe we should find a small island to spend the rest of our lives.

However, some people refuted this view. After all, not everyone has committed war crimes. Many people still have family members who are eager to know their safety.

finally. The Allies made the choice for us.

At Little Barrier Island we were surrounded by ships coming from three directions.

Surrender or fight to the end?

Surprisingly, the captain actually asked for my opinion. He hadn't spoken to me since boarding the ship.

Honestly, I have a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter. I don't want to die. Although ashamed of the Iron Cross on my chest, I choose to surrender.

Hearing my thoughts, the captain was relieved.

As if the burden on his shoulders was finally lifted, he actually said thank you to me.

 …

June 5th.

Sudden rebellion.

The captain was dead, shot dead.

Fabien died, but by suicide.

Now there are 7 people left, all of them are war criminals except me. It was proposed that I should be executed for betraying the will of the Führer. However, some people said that there is no need to execute me. Just need to close it.

Those who refused to surrender proposed to drive the submarine into the Hauraki Gulf and avoid capture by doing the opposite.

Fortunately, we found a trench near Port Jackson. As long as we hide, no one can find us.

Sufficient supplies will keep us hidden until the end of the year, and when the wind dies down, we will land in Australia and spend the rest of our days incognito.

 …

The diary ends here.

On the last page, the coat of arms of the Iron Cross is traced with a pencil, and the signed notes are very delicate. It should be the artistic font at that time. With the help of the translator, Jiang Chen read the last line of the diary.

【To my lost country——Elias】

This submarine is named after the last hope of the Third Reich "U235". It eventually sank in the trench forever, and the diary did not record the specific reason for the submarine's sinking. But what Jiang Chen can be sure of is that this man named Elias must have opened the suitcase.

Otherwise, this diary would not have appeared in the suitcase.

According to the contents of the diary, Jiang Chen could deduce that perhaps he knew that his life was going to end. Hitler pinned all his hopes on that disobedient ally in the Far East. Black technology has been packed into this submarine, and there is even this suitcase that "can talk to aliens".

However, this u-235 obviously failed to turn the wheel of history.

Two months later, the United States ended the war with two atomic bombs.

"Do you know what this ball is?" Lin Ling let out a long breath, and ended her analysis of the ball in the suitcase.

"What is it?" Jiang Chen faintly felt that this thing might have something to do with the black technology that Germany took out during World War II.

And the phrase "help". It is very likely that it is a signal for help sent to "future people".

"A Klein particle transmitter." Lin Ling pointed to the line of small characters engraved on the spherical shell, "Although the workmanship is rough, it is indeed exciting the Klein particle wave, although it is doing the right thing at the same time." The useless work of broadcasting in vain."

"Anything else special?"

"Remember what I told you? Every conscious carbon-based living thing has a very small amount of Crane particles in it, and it is usually stored in the back of the brain."

"So?" Jiang Chen vaguely realized something, and a chill crawled all over his body involuntarily.

Lin Ling took a deep breath and spoke quickly.

"The brain extract of a whole iron ball, this is a piece of artificial subcrystal... using the brains of more than 10,000 people."

ten thousand people...

Just to convey that sentence of "help" that will never be heard.

"It's just crazy."

Swallowing, Jiang Chen said with difficulty.

"However, what shocked me the most was not the 10,000 lives." Lin Ling paused, then continued, "The target coordinates of the signal emission come from the void."

"What the hell is void?" Jiang Chen couldn't help asking.

"In short, it is behind the wormhole, where all the physical concepts of space and time are chaos."

"so what?"

"Remember the story of the six interstellar colonization ships I told you? Three of them sailed to the wormhole." (To be continued...)