"I think you're mistaken, Mr. Pol. Accardo looked at Pol's hands on his desk and frowned, "Since you never thought of yourself as an Imperial citizen, then all we have left is a deal...... I deal with a bunch of guys who do business every day, so business is just business. If you complete the transaction, I will reward you, and if you break the transaction, you will only get a part of the payment, which is very fair. ”

Pol was about to say something, but he looked at Accardo's terrifying eyes with a feeling of weakness. The other party is like a huge giant beast hidden in the darkness, and it is not an existence that he can deal with at all: "Please......"

"Your credit has never been very good. Accardo pressed his hand on the back of Anna's hand, who had already picked up the telephone receiver, and stared into Pol's eyes that were almost broken, and said, "Still, I have decided to trust you one more time! I will spare these poor 300 prisoners of war as the last overdraft on you...... What do you think?"

"Thank you...... Xie ......" Pol felt as if he had escaped from the mouth of a shark, and a sense of happiness and prostration came into his mind, almost making him sit on the ground, but Heisenberg quickly supported him, and Bol finally stood on his feet after stumbling.

Seeing that the two scientists had somewhat recovered some of their emotions, Accardo walked around his desk. He took a beautiful Iron Cross from Anna's hand and put it on his chest for the stunned Heisenberg. While helping him put it on, he also said: "This medal is awarded to you personally by the state! Your contribution to the empire will always be remembered by me and everyone in the empire...... Honor of the Third Reich, with you. ”

"Thank you...... Thank you. My Führer!" Heisenberg watched Accardo's every move in flattery, his mind full of two different variations of hell and heaven. Just now, Accardo's methods against Bol were as cold as winter, and now the Führer's smile in front of him was as warm as spring.

"The war will soon be over, and you are the one who has ended it. Accardo patted Heisenberg on the shoulder, smiled and said to the other party, "Work hard! continue to make your contribution to the Empire!"

"The next step is to produce more and better of these weapons. Of course, the size should get smaller and smaller! The power should get bigger and bigger!" Accardo encouraged Heisenberg and continued to give new research and development tasks.

First of all, Accardo had to compress the actual size of the weapon, which was also a work that had to be done. Only a smaller and more convenient size can make this weapon closer to real combat. Accardo knew that the bombing method of dropping atomic bombs by bombers would definitely be replaced by missile delivery methods with better penetration effects in the future.

Obviously, the atomic bomb developed by Germany is still a long way from being delivered by missiles -- the atomic bomb in Accardo's hand weighs about 4.3 tons and has a diameter of more than 75 centimeters, which is definitely much larger than other aerial bombs. Moreover, this nuclear weapon has an extremely unstable gun structure, and if the body of the bomb is damaged during transportation, then the atomic bomb may explode.

Accardo certainly had the idea of using an implosion structure, and his advice to Heisenberg also mentioned the use of plutonium instead of uranium as the explosive charge for the atomic bomb. However, this implosion structure required experimentation and the use of more complex designs, which also had an impact on the size of the atomic bomb, so Germany decided to experiment with a gun-like atomic bomb first to achieve some political goals.

"As for you......" Accardo looked at Bol, also stretched out his hand, patted the other party's shoulder, the smile on his face narrowed slightly, and his tone changed a little: "When you think of yourself as a German, I may become friends with you...... But for now, let's move on with our deal. ”

He motioned for the two scientists to leave, then grabbed a red telephone on his desk: "Is this the headquarters of the 0th Division......?" I have a very important cargo that needs to be shipped to Africa! No accidents, this mission will be led by you personally!"

......

In the ruins of Moscow, a Soviet soldier with a sniper rifle is watching the end of the street in the distance from the vantage point. The war here is far from over, because the peace agreement has not yet been finalized, and it is simply impossible for these Kremlin forbidden troops with steel guns in their hands to end.

While in some places the troops have laid down their arms and surrendered, some shameful generals have also surrendered their weapons. However, some soldiers still believed that they could win, and they shuttled through the streets and alleys and ruins of Moscow, sneaking up on the Germans and even attacking the surrendered Soviet troops everywhere, trying to create chaos.

Zaitsev leaned against the wall of a building, clutching his rifle, his steel helmet obscuring his eyebrows, and the stubble on his chin made him look even more depressed.

Sticking to the ruins of the Kremlin and preventing any Germans from approaching here is the only thing Zaitsev can do to stay alive now. He looked down at the ammo pack hanging from his belt, roughly counted the remaining magazines, and then looked up at the collapsed palace wall on the other side.

The Germans were trying to break through the Soviet defenders, and the battle was raging. A Soviet soldier ran to Zaitsev's side with his steel helmet, leaning on a bunker made of sandbags, panting to report to his superiors about the ongoing fighting: "The Germans are very close, the mines are not working as they should, they will soon get close to the gap!"

"Hold!" Zaitsev glanced at the soldiers who had come to report, then said such a word coldly, and without saying anything else, beside him, two Soviet shooters had already set up a light machine gun on the bunker made of sandbags, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at the gap in the palace wall.

A Leopard tank burst through the gap, slowly opening the gap in the collapsed ruins, revealing its fragile chassis. Then the nose of the tank slowly slammed into the ground, re-aiming its heavy front armor plate at its own enemy. However, the tank soon found it a bit reckless to rush in, because behind the slope, the Soviet defenders dug several craters, creating a hidden anti-tank trench.

However, it was too late to reverse now, because of its own weight and the speed of its advance, the tank suddenly slipped into the inside of the trench, and the entire front of the car rushed into the dirt, and the powerful tank gun could no longer fire at the enemy because of the angle. The dozen or so German soldiers who followed the tank obviously did not expect the Soviets to have such a hand, because the tank fell and was exposed to the Soviet guns, and they were soon knocked over by bullets to the ground.

"Ula!" Seeing the German tank crash into the anti-tank trench, the Soviet soldiers let out a burst of cheers, and the German tank crew members opened the hatch of the tank to escape, but were killed by bullets coming from all directions. Several Soviet soldiers tried to get close to the tank to take a look, but before they could get close to the Leopard tank, they were blown up by German grenades thrown in through the palace wall.

The German grenadiers set up machine guns in the gap of the collapsed palace wall, and then fired wildly inside, the Soviets could not get close to the destroyed German tanks, and there was no way to recapture the positions near the palace wall, both sides frantically poured their ammunition on the opposite side, and soon the second German tank drove up.

This time, the Germans were not deceived again, the tank stopped at a suitable position at the gap, used it as a pillbox, and used the course machine gun to suppress all the Soviet fire points in the opposite firing range, and the 75 mm tank guns fired grenades one after another, lifting those bunkers into the sky.

Zaitsev glanced at the already filled crater of Stalin, and then walked to the entrance of the underground bunker not far away. Before he could enter the entrance, German tanks poured into the Kremlin through several other smaller gaps in the wall, and there were gunshots and screams of bullets everywhere, and the Soviets tried to delay the Germans with their firepower from all sides, so as not to allow the Germans to occupy the palace that represented too many things.

From time to time, attendants or confidential personnel with their hands raised ran out, but they were hit by bullets flying from both sides and fell to the ground. No one here accepts surrender, and all that is on their minds is one thing, and that is to wipe out all the enemies.

Zaitsev walked into the basement and walked up the slender staircase to the dimly lit corridor. Two-thirds of the lights have been removed, and this is a small measure to save the fuel for the generators that are left, after all, the Soviet troops in the encirclement are now lacking everything.

Some Soviet soldiers retreated into the tunnel with Zaitsev, and from time to time looked back in the direction of the entrance in panic. The gunfire outside was becoming more and more sparse, and it was clear that the Germans had almost unlimited reserves compared to the lone Kremlin defenders. The few remaining buildings were cleared, and the square was filled with curious German soldiers, some cheering, others cautiously searching with their weapons.

One by one, Soviet officials with their hands held high and some miscellaneous personnel were guarded against the wall waiting to be released, and gunshots were heard from time to time in some buildings. At 12:33 p.m. on August 7, 1939, the Kremlin was occupied by German troops.