Chapter 113: Found Him
Alexander looked at the transmission and started laughing loudly, grabbing the attention of all the soldiers.
"Hahaha... Boys, the Germans are going crazy that I caught such a high ranking Nazi of theirs. They have ordered to secure the commander at any cost. I guess we'll have to make the new holding cells a bit bigger now." He mocked. Making everyone laugh again. The men had a general consensus now that Alexander was the best fricking commander in the world. Cool, talented, funny, and badass. Many of them were trying to copy his style of sunglasses and cigars.
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The next day
Hitler's little cottage in the mountains.
"How the f*ck can you lose to an army of no more than 30,000. You had 100,000 men, planes, and ships. What kind of mad joke are you playing on me?" Hitler shouted with his saliva throwing style.
"Sir, they have somehow gained bigger weapons. Including many anti-aircraft guns." Keitel reasoned.
"F*cking resistance must have done it. But still... you had 100,000 men. You also lost the f*cking commander and the vice commander."
Keitel had to agree that it was really crazy how they lost. Then he suddenly had a great idea.