"Okay, then I'll make a bet with Xiaoyou, but before that, I'm going to make a three-chapter agreement with Xiaoyou." He glanced at Yun Shibao deeply, an ancient one.

"Mage, please speak!" Yun Shibao bowed slightly.

"First, Xiaoyou must not use extraordinary strength in this war."

"Second, minimize casualties."

"Third, the war must end within three years, regardless of who wins or loses."

Gu Yi looked at the young man in front of him who was neither humble nor arrogant, his eyes were full of confidence, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"In less than three years, in a year, at most a year, this war will be over." Yun Shibao had a finger in the depths, and his face was full of determination.

…

"The old man hasn't come back yet?" In the living room of William's Palace, Yun Shibao came down from the upper floor and said to the gray-haired old butler.

"Yes, young master, with the declaration of war on us, the situation of the war has deteriorated sharply, and the Führer has not left the Führer's Mansion for three consecutive days." The old butler lowered his head and whispered.

"Prepare the car and go to the Führer's capital." Yun Shibao sat down on the soft leather sofa, his body shrunk into the sofa, his eyes looking at the ceiling a little distracted.

Originally, he planned to use World War II, a rare golden period of development, to secretly and slowly infiltrate the high-level of various countries, establish a global dark organization that is larger than the Hydra in the plot, and then use this dark organization to develop some black technology, while waiting for the plot to start, fishing in troubled waters, and using various civilizations in the Marvel Universe to brush up some arrogance values.

Although this method can moisten things silently and reduce the probability of being targeted by the ancient one as much as possible, it takes too long.

Now that it has been exposed, he naturally doesn't need to hide it, it is better to simply rewrite the history of World War II, establish an Earth Alliance based on Germany, and then quickly advance mankind into the interstellar age.

"Young master, the car is ready." In a short time, the old butler came back.

"Hmm!" Yun Shibao came back to his senses and got up and left the sofa.

…

"What? You're going to march into the military department? Military affairs, how can you be allowed to mess around. In the Führer's Mansion, after listening to Yun Shibao's words, the mustache stood up directly from the chair and slapped the table angrily.

With the entry of the United States into the war, the situation in the major battlefields in Europe was instantly depressed, and the situation has reached an extremely serious point, he is a father, yes, but he is also the head of the German Empire, shouldering the fate of the whole Germany.

In Hitler's view, although his son was smart and clever, he was only a fourteen-year-old child after all, and in such a grim situation, it was tantamount to making a joke about the fate of the whole of Germany to put the important weapons of the country in his hands.

"Uh... Don't get excited, old man..."

"From your strategic point of view, can we win?" Looking at the furious mustache, Yun Shibao looked solemn and asked.

"Ten layers, although the situation has changed, I believe that the great Germanic nation will eventually win this war, I firmly believe in this." Hearing Yun Shibao's words, Hitler was stunned for a moment, and then like a cat with its tail stepped on, his voice suddenly increased by a few decibels.

"Don't make a fuss... This is not your mobilization site, and there are no reporters and media, so you won't even fool your own son, right? Hearing this, Yun Shibao couldn't help but roll his eyes and pierced Hitler mercilessly.

Yun Shibao, the old man's "family history", is very clear, all relying on a clever mouth that can speak well, his ability to fool and incite If he was placed on the earth back then, even ten Ma Yun may not be his opponents.

"You bastard, you're here to be beaten, aren't you?" Hitler didn't react too much this time, glared at Yun Shibao fiercely, and said angrily.

"Old man, if we don't make changes and adjust our strategy as soon as possible, we will soon fail, and our family of three will be sent to the gallows together." Yun Shibao said bitterly.

As he spoke, he didn't wait for Hitler to react, and walked directly to the battle globe hanging on the wall.

"Although it may seem like we still have some advantage at the moment, in fact, the situation is on the verge of being very dangerous..."

"Our battle line is too scattered, on the eastern front, although we have entered the territory of the polar bear, but the effect of the blitzkrieg has begun to weaken, and then, as long as the polar bear recovers, we will soon be dragged into the quagmire..."

"On the Western Front, we have already captured France, and planes often fly over the English Channel to bomb the mainland of the empire, which seems to have the upper hand, but you must admit that our logistics are almost unable to keep up, and the offensive has begun to weaken... Once Millican joins the fray, the situation is bound to change dramatically. ”

"You must know that although today's Milicon army cannot be compared with us, their industrial level is no longer inferior to ours, and their war potential is also extremely terrifying, and our war, after a series of conquests and expansions, has been almost consumed..."

"When it comes to the African battlefield, this is our energy base, and its importance is self-evident, but we only have a distant conscription corps here, although it seems nothing now, but with Milicon joining the battlefield, the Mi fleet will inevitably cut off our transportation channels and lose logistics supplies.

"Wait a minute, even if Rommel is besieged, with his means, it can still be done for a month, and we can send people over to support and retake the transport channel..."

The situation on the battlefields on the Eastern and Western Fronts is true, and even if he is reluctant in his heart, he is powerless to refute it, but the African battlefield is different.

Rommel was at the right moment with his troops, fought several beautiful battles one after another, and now has captured nearly half of the African colonies of the empire on which the sun never sets.

"Support? Where to send troops from? Eastern or Western Front? Or maybe it's the Berlin Guards? Yun Shibao raised his eyebrows and said unceremoniously.

Hearing Yun Shibao's question, Hitler looked at the map again and couldn't help but fall silent.

Now that the eastern and western fronts have entered a stalemate, the two sides are vigorously armed, and another large-scale battle may break out at any time.

The Guards Corps were to defend the German mainland, while the reserves were to remain in Germany to deal with emergencies on both the eastern and western fronts.

"What the hell are you trying to say, boy?" After taking a deep look at Yun Shibao, Hitler's expression was complicated.

I am not only pleased with my son's excellence, but also worried about the future of Germany.

(End of chapter)