April 13, 1945, rain

It's raining in Berlin.

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

Bad news came from afar. After several days of fierce street fighting, Vienna finally fell into the hands of the Soviets. At the same time, Königsberg fell, and the polar bears finally fulfilled their dream of becoming the capital of East Prussia after centuries had not been fulfilled.

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

Anyone can see that the empire is running out.

As a soldier, I may not be overly critical of the future of the Reich, but from the perspective of a husband and a father, I would prefer that the Americans would arrive in Berlin first.

God, what the hell am I talking about-

April 14, fog

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

There is good news, neither the Eastern Front nor the Western Front has come from worse news.

There's no better news than no news, and yet everyone knows that it's just the calm before the storm.

In the morning, I received an order to transfer jobs.

Should we say that this moment has finally come? Even as a civilian, I had to pick up my rifle and shed the last drop of blood for the empire.

But things are far from what I thought, and you'll never guess what I've seen.

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

I can't describe the excitement in my heart at the moment. It's been a long time since I've heard his rousing speech. Many people say that he has fled with his mistress, but at this moment, all the rumors are self-defeating. He's still in Berlin! He still stands with us!

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

He talked to me for half an hour. Asked me a lot of things. It's hard to imagine that a little person like me was actually received by him. Sitting face to face with the great, chatting about the past of Berlin.

At the end of the conversation, he asked about my loyalty.

I said, "If you need to, I can pick up a gun right now and die for you." Either in the east, or in the west. ”

He said, "I have a more important task to give you than to die." ”

Incredibly, the Führer personally awarded me the Order of the Iron Cross.

I was terrified, I had not made any achievements, I was not even a soldier on the front line, how could I bear such great glory?

However, he dispelled my concerns.

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

I took a locked suitcase from his hand.

Then. I was taken out of the basement.

I didn't even get to see my wife and daughter for the last time, so I boarded a Me262B jet and flew to Norway.

Honestly, I don't want to see them one last time. Because I already had a hunch that it could be a one-way ticket

April 15, fine.

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

We set out from the bottom of the sea. Set sail successively with the friendly ship U-234, along different courses. Heading towards the same destination - the Far East, Japan.

It wasn't until the moment I boarded the ship that I realized the seriousness of the matter.

There are fourteen people in total, and every member of the crew is a big man, 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 man. Interestingly, though. No one paid attention to the medal on my chest, but was more interested in the suitcase in my hand.

As per etiquette, everyone introduced themselves. Air Force Commander, Army Colonel, Shipboard Anti-aircraft Artillery Technical Expert, and I, a communications officer of an intelligence station.

God, they are all the elite of the empire. Why are you sitting here? Sitting with me, a little man, aboard a U-boat, on a mission to "deliver a message"?

April 20th.

According to the captain, we are now sailing over the North Atlantic, heading towards the South Atlantic.

Since we had reached the sea, someone finally stepped forward and told us the details of the mission.

The submarine is equipped with the most cutting-edge military technology of the Third Reich, such as parts and drawings of the V2 rocket, drawings of the Junkers jet engine, the Tiger tank, and all the parts and designs of the Me-262 jet fighter.

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

As for the ten barrels, the captain did not know much about the specifics, but described them in general terms as raw materials for some kind of weapon.

The atmosphere inside the submarine was silent, people whispered to each other, or simply spent time asleep, reducing the time to wake up. The only person willing to talk to me was a nuclear physicist named Fabian. Although I don't understand what nuclear physics is, that doesn't stop our friendship.

He said that in such an environment, mental health can only be maintained by maintaining communication between people. I agree with him that when we're not writing in our journals, we'll talk about something else

April 22nd.

Today we talked about nuclear physics, even though I don't know what it is.

U-235。 According to Fabian, it was an ominous set of letters and numbers. It belongs to the designation of this U-boat and is also an abbreviation for the isotope No. 235 of uranium.

I didn't understand what uranium-235 meant, but I heard him say that it could be used to make a terrifying bomb. He mysteriously told me that if we could bring these ten barrels of uranium oxide to Japan, we would change history.

I don't give a damn about this, and even if I haven't been on the battlefield, I know that a few bombs are not enough to turn the tide of a war. If we could, we would have done it a long time ago, and we would have poured 10,000 bombs on London.

"These bombs are different from what they've been used to."

"Really? How does it compare to the V2 rocket? ”

Fabian just smiled disdainfully.

"Comparable to the V1 and V2 rockets launched at London combined."

Well, I think he's starting to be mentally out of sorts

May 4th.

The situation is getting worse and worse.

The Goliath signal station, which was tasked with giving us instructions, suddenly went silent. Immediately afterwards, the main communications station of the Navy, located near Berlin Nauen, also lost contact.

With a telegram received intermittently. The thing that worries us the most has happened.

Germany had already announced its surrender, and the commander of the Imperial Navy, Dönitz, ordered all U-boats to rise to the surface immediately, hoist the black flag, and surrender to the nearest Allied forces.

Everyone was silent in the face of this telegram.

It was suggested that this could be a conspiracy by the intelligence services of the allies. But it was also pointed out. It may also be true, after all, the moment they boarded the submarine, Berlin was already in danger.

The deputy commander suggested that the radio silence be turned on and the authenticity of the information should be confirmed to the nearby submarines. However, the captain did not accept his offer and gave instructions to continue sailing.

U-235 is not part of the establishment, is directly subordinate to the Führer, and does not need to obey Dönitz. Target Tokyo, continue the mission.

Anyway. The submarine continued to sail. But I can clearly sense that not everyone is happy with this order, including the captain himself

May 10th.

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

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

However, no one was happy with the good news.

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

Perhaps we should surrender to the nearby Allies, as long as we are careful not to be touched by the British. The Americans should let us go home. After all, we didn't commit any crimes. Since its departure, the U-boat has not fired even a single torpedo

May 11th.

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

Someone died.

The deceased was Lieutenant Colonel Bertram, who had taken an overdose of sleeping pills and committed suicide

May 14th.

As I write this diary. Fabian was crazy, he was muttering something like crazy.

I don't understand his gibberish, what "that's not physics at all, we got it wrong from the beginning." "Not atomic, no. Not material at all. "It's not that it can't be observed with existing technology, it's that it doesn't exist at all."

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

I refused him, and the Führer gave me the task of sending it to Tokyo, until then no one could open this suitcase.

Seeing that I was resolute, he didn't insist anymore

June 1.

Originally, we were supposed to arrive in Okinawa by the 10th and then enter the safe route and sail directly to Tokyo.

However, there was an accident.

When we arrived in the South Pacific, we turned on radio silence, but we were greeted not by the Japanese Navy, but by American ships.

The submarine was shot 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 2nd.

The captain found Fabian.

"If this 520 kilograms of uranium were sent to Tokyo, would it change the outcome of the war?"

Fabian did not answer directly.

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

The captain was silent. Everyone knows that when the war has been carried out to this point, the outcome is no longer something that can be reversed by one city and one pool.

"Where's the suitcase?"

Fabian just shook his head.

"It's too late."

June 4th.

In order to evade the search of anti-submarine reconnaissance aircraft, we had to turn back in the direction of New Zealand.

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

However, this view has been refuted, after all, not all of them have committed war crimes, and many have families who are desperate to know their safety.

Ultimately. The Allies made the choice for us.

On Little Baril Island, we were surrounded by ships coming from three directions.

Will it surrender or will it be stubborn to the end?

To my surprise, the captain consulted me, and he hadn't spoken to me since I boarded the ship.

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 choose to surrender.

The captain breathed a sigh of relief at hearing my thoughts.

It was as if the burden on his shoulders had finally been lifted, and he actually said thank you to me

June 5th.

A sudden rebellion.

The captain died, died from a shooting.

Fabian died, but by suicide.

Now there are 7 people left, all war criminals except me. It was proposed to put me to death because I had betrayed the will of the Führer. However, others said that I did not have to be put to death. It just needs to be locked up.

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

Luckily, we found a trench near Port Jackson. As long as we hide inside, no one will be able to find us.

We will have enough supplies to hide until the end of the year, and when the wind passes, we will land in Australia and spend the rest of our lives incognito

This is the end of the diary.

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

[To my departed homeland - Elias]

The submarine was 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 cause of the submarine's sinking. However, what Jiang Chen could be sure of was that this person named Elias must have opened the suitcase.

Otherwise, this diary wouldn't be in the suitcase.

According to the contents of the diary, Jiang Chen could surmise that perhaps he knew that his qi was about to run out. Hitler pinned all his hopes on that disobedient ally in the Far East. Packed the black technology into this submarine, and even this suitcase that "can talk to aliens".

However, the U-235 clearly did not turn the wheel of history.

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

"Do you know what this orb is?" Lin Ling let out a sigh of relief and ended her analysis of the ball in her 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.

And the phrase "help". It is likely to be a signal for help from the "people of the future".

"A transmitter for a Krain particle." Lin Ling pointed to the line of small characters engraved on the spherical shell, "Although the workmanship is rough, it is indeed stimulating the Crainn particle wave, although it is doing the useless work of broadcasting to the same space." ”

"Anything else special?"

"Remember what I told you? Trace amounts of Craint particles are present in every conscious carbon-based life, and are usually stored in the back of the brain. ”

"So?" Jiang Chen vaguely realized something, and a chill couldn't help crawling all over his body.

Lin Ling took a deep breath and said quickly.

"A whole iron ball of brain extract, this is a piece of artificial subcrystals used in the brains of more than 10,000 people."

10,000 people

Just to convey the "help" that can never be heard.

"It's insane."

Swallowing and foaming, Jiang Chen said with difficulty.

"But what shocked me the most was not the 10,000 lives." Lin Ling paused, and then said, "The destination coordinates of the signal transmission come from the void. ”

"What the hell is the Void?" Jiang Chen couldn't help but ask.

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

"So what?"

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