Chapter 621: Frustrating
When Akado received the combat report from the Australian front, he nearly sprayed the mouthful of water he was drinking all over the face of the naval staff officer who delivered the document. Heaven only knew what mood he was in right now. Akado felt that God must be deliberately messing with him.
He just wanted the Australian expeditionary fleet to go on a little tour, okay? He just wanted to make a statement of support to a subordinate nation, okay? So what the hell was this about you guys actually achieving something major in Australia? Do you people have any idea of my painstaking efforts?
Are these German soldiers a bunch of supermen? I only gave you 10 submarines and a few old ships. The first goal was to let you gain experience in long-range, cross-regional operations. The second was to let you go on vacation and get some rest. Now you’ve gone and poked a giant hole in the sky over there, and I, the Führer, will probably have to wipe your asses for you after your genius performance!
Other transmigrators can build muskets and cannons in minutes, and when they introduce some advanced system, their underlings all bow down in worship. But after my own transmigration, I’ve been forced into a corner by my own decisions, and not only is it exhausting, but I also have to miscalculate from time to time and create trouble for myself.
Back then, I thought that as the Führer, defeating the Soviet Union and the United States would be a piece of cake. I thought that after changing history, I could turn the world upside down and become its master. The result was one misstep that led to eternal regret. Not only am I bogged down in tedious government affairs, but I also have to take responsibility for a series of incidents I’ve caused. My glorious record of sweeping across Europe could turn into a charge of aggression hung over my head at any moment. If I had to choose again, I wouldn’t do this damn job even if you killed me.
Who wrote those trashy transmigration novels? Which bastard thinks that being an emperor or a Führer means you can control everything and have the final say? You just think of a plan and the enemy develops it according to the protagonist’s wishes? The protagonist makes a stupid move and the enemy follows suit with their own stupid move? Please! This is a living world, okay? Those distant opponents won’t do future things according to your wishes just because you know a little more. At least in this world, they won’t!
The Soviet leaders shamelessly leaked the specific contents of the German-Soviet Non-Aggression Pact, turning France and Britain, who were waiting for Germany to invade the Soviet Union, into Germany’s enemies, leading to the premature outbreak of the entire Second World War. This is different from history! Absolutely different!
Fortunately, Germany was prepared for war, and the Navy’s performance did not disappoint Akado’s high hopes. The result was that Germany won the Battle of the English Channel, scoring a point back and pulling the scales of victory a little more in its favor.
But then the Soviet Union kicked off the German-Soviet war ahead of schedule, once again thwarting Akado’s plan to consolidate Europe and avoid getting bogged down in the Eastern Front too early. The result is that nearly 4 million German troops are now immobilized, forced to hold their positions on the Eastern Front.
Under Akado’s secret plan, Germany provided military aid to China. The original purpose was to use the quagmire of the war in China to slow Japan’s march towards war with the United States. But he misjudged the timing and nearly beat Japan into submission, almost making them give up on the Pacific War. If Japan and the United States didn’t fight, Germany wouldn’t be able to gain any advantage!
He finally waited until Japan and America started fighting, but it was different from what Akado had imagined. The Japanese Navy fought too well this time, much better than in the timeline whose ending Akado knew! Not only did they fight better in the attack on Pearl Harbor, but they were also exceptionally sharp in the Battle of Wake Island.
Now Akado was completely unsure of America’s attitude. What if the United States couldn’t hold on and compromised with Japan? Where would that leave Germany? An America with no worries in its backyard, and a Japan that had consolidated the Asia-Pacific region, while Germany was stuck in a long war of attrition on the Eastern Front. With the secret support of Japan and the United States, Germany could be stuck in the abyss of war for ten years.
So when Akado sent out the entire Australian squadron, he hoped that this fleet would cause a little trouble for the Japanese, give the incredibly passive Americans a glimmer of hope in the Pacific, and strengthen their resolve to keep fighting the Japanese devils! The result… this Prien had created another miracle, sinking a Japanese battleship in just a few days.
Akado wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling a sense of relief in his heart. Fortunately, it was only one battleship. This was a blessing in disguise. He had to quickly send his bottom line to the Australian squadron. Otherwise, what if that battleship killer Prien built up a full power bar and unleashed a special move—taking a trip to Kure or Tokyo Bay and sinking a few Japanese carriers? Then all his deployments in the Pacific theater would be thrown into chaos!
Thinking of this, Akado couldn’t help but give a bitter smile. America’s trick of getting Australia to switch flags was a stroke of genius. Without firing a single shot, it had forced Germany to divert some of its energy to deal with Japan. And as it currently stood, Akado’s war preparations indeed had no contingency plans for Japan. The blindness and lack of preparation had truly caused chaos for Germany in the Pacific War.
“Get me the Naval High Command, Admiral Dönitz,” Akado said, picking up the phone in front of him. He spoke to the operator in the calm, unruffled tone characteristic of a superior, a tone he had cultivated over twenty years.
This was the Führer’s private line. The operator had, of course, received special training and was a carefully selected, capable person, so the call was connected quickly. The person on the other end obviously already knew the call was from the Führer’s office, and his tone was humble to the extreme.
When Dönitz picked up the phone, he was standing at attention behind his desk. Everything he had came from the German Führer on the other end of the line. It was this Führer who had personally sent him to the Netherlands to create the Third Reich’s first underwater force. It was this Führer who had personally appointed him as the supreme commander of the submarine force. One could say that the wolf pack tactics were perfected and developed with the help of this Führer. If Dönitz was the father of the German submarine force, then the Führer Akado was the one who created the father of the German submarine force.
So, less than half a second after Akado heard the phone ring on the other end, Dönitz’s eager greeting came through: “My Führer, the great Akado Rudolph! Dönitz salutes you!”
“Dönitz, contact Prien immediately! Tell him that from now on, all hunting activities near Australia are forbidden from attacking Japanese warships!” Akado said without any pleasantries, directly stating his order. “They are only there to make a show of it! If necessary, they can engage in limited actions to delay the Japanese army! They are not there to defeat the Japanese! That does us no good at all!”
Although Dönitz’s strategic vision was not as unique as Akado’s, the Führer had laid it out this clearly. If he still didn’t understand, he wouldn’t be worthy of his status as the Führer’s successor in another timeline. The matter was now crystal clear. The Führer wanted the Australian squadron to stop causing trouble and wait quietly for further orders.
For the Führer to have to state it so bluntly, pointing out that “the fleet is just for show,” Dönitz knew that this time the Australian fleet had unwittingly gone too far. The main reason he hadn’t briefed Prien more carefully was because he himself didn’t know what the submarine warfare environment in the Pacific was like. Based on general experience, he thought it would take Prien’s fleet a long time to cause any trouble for Japan. But the reality was that Prien’s eight submarines had sunk 100,000 tons of Japanese shipping in three days, which had already shaken the strategic balance in the local area.
Some things are just for show, and everyone knows it. For example, the dispatch of the fleet to Australia this time. Even Chamberlain knew it was just a statement of attitude. Even Chamberlain himself didn’t believe the German fleet could achieve anything in Australia, so Akado hadn’t spelled out this taboo subject to Dönitz.
If this had happened in China, the subordinates would have long since understood the superior’s intentions, sailed south with great fanfare on a tour, and then put on a few performance matches for show. Everyone would have been happy. But the same thing was clearly different in Germany. The German military had once again displayed its fine tradition: you say fight, so I’ll fight to the best of my ability.
“I understand! My Führer! I will have Prien cease his attacks on the Japanese fleet as soon as possible,” Dönitz quickly assured his Führer. Then he asked a question of his own, because this time he didn’t dare to act on his own authority and had to ask first: “If the opportunity arises… should we attack American warships…”
“Not necessary. Have Prien conserve his ammunition and wait for my orders… If it really becomes necessary to strike the American fleet, I will call you and give you the attack order!” Akado was truly afraid of his subordinates improvising now. Rommel had improvised once and nearly got the Afrika Korps wiped out. Prien had improvised once and sunk the battleship Yamashiro. If he let this group of supermen improvise again, maybe one day someone would tell him, “I’ve lost Kiev!”
“One more thing…” Akado brought up another strategic task. “Divert a submarine force to the South Atlantic and begin to strangle the American shipping lanes to the Middle East. Rommel’s battle in Africa is about to begin, and he needs your support. Don’t worry about the American reaction, sink as many of these transport ships as possible!”
“Yes! My Führer! I will dispatch submarines to the South Atlantic as soon as possible!” Dönitz immediately guaranteed. “We will begin attacking the southbound American merchant ships and cut off America’s supply line to the Middle East.”
Published: 2025-09-12T03:58:26.000+00:00
Last Edited: 2026-01-26T15:56:57.000+00:00
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