Starting from South America, speeding through the world

Chapter 288 A Highly Creative Way to Die
Speech Day.

Germania.

The sky was not yet fully bright, and the early spring morning still carried a chill.

Ilsa stood in the stands, her heart pounding and her chest heaving.

She never imagined she would have the privilege of coming here—

Not in front of the radio, nor next to the television.

Together with millions of others, they awaited their leader.

Two whole weeks ago, Ilsa began preparing today's uniform, polishing every button with oil.

My mother sewed my grandfather's armband firmly onto her sleeve; it was the standard design from 39.

The wind swept overhead, and the red, white, and black colors fluttered in the air.

Ilsa straightened her back, lifting her chin as she did during training, and pressing her hands against the seams of her trousers.

The older members of the Youth League in the front row didn't move, their expressions solemn, only blinking occasionally.

In the distance, the sounds of brass pipes and drums could be heard.

The entire square began to move in unison.

As the golden eagle rises, soldiers with guns emerge from the morning mist.

The sound of riding boots treading on the stone slabs was crisp, clean, and uniform.

Ilsa held her breath.

She had never seen the city so quiet, even now, with crowds surging like the sea.

Apart from the music, no one spoke, and no one moved.

Suddenly, the loudspeaker hanging high in the center of the venue blared.

"The loyalty of the people determines the fate of the nation!"

The declaration resonated like a booming bell, causing Ilsa to instinctively bite her lip.

"today--"

The high note continued, and the intonation was prolonged.

"We are not here to celebrate one person."

"We are here to bear witness—"

“Future history!”

A surge of heat rushed to my head, like wine, yet also like fire.

Ilsa trembled slightly, her eyes stinging, but she forced herself not to blink.

The trombones sounded, and the flags fluttered in the wind.

At the top of the tall bronze pillar, sunlight finally broke through the clouds.

Like a sharp sword, it pierced through the thick shadows and shone on the slowly rising platform.

The next second, Ilsa's breath seemed to be caught in something.

She saw it.

[Deleted after review]

Tears streamed down Ilsa's face, but no one saw them.

Because at that moment, everyone looked up.

"The German people!"

"Loyal sons and daughters of national socialism!"

"Our great empire has undergone an extraordinary test in the past few weeks."

"It's not gunpowder smoke, it's not artillery fire."

"Not a foreign enemy, not a foreign race."

"It is the toxins hidden in our blood, the rot that breeds deep within our system."

"In Germania, in the heart of our Holy Empire, the sound of gunfire echoes."

"The loyal fall, the innocent are stained with blood."

"Not because of war, but because of—betrayal!"

Ilsa heard someone nearby call out in a low voice.

--shame
The sound quickly spread to the opposite side of the stands.

Like a spark falling into a haystack, it tore through the silence of the crowd.

“These people, wearing uniforms, sitting in government offices, are even entrusted with our utmost trust.”

"They once raised their hands to swear an oath and shouted 'Long live!' but they turned to darkness too early."

"They are maggots, poisonous snakes, and conspirators who are trying to drag the nation into the abyss."

"They feign loyalty, feign obedience, and feign raising our banner!"

“They spread doubt, questioned orders, and challenged our authority.”

"They sing 'peace,' but peace is just a fig leaf for their weakness."

"They are the subversives, the degenerates, the enemies of all sacrifice and glory!"

"They slander the sacrifices of the fallen soldiers and trample on the people's trust!" Suddenly, a shout pierced the sky.

—Eliminate them!

Immediately afterwards, more and louder responses rang out, like thunder exploding, unstoppable.

More and more people joined in the chant.

The cheers surged like a tide, crashing against the square and the dome, one wave higher than the next.

Ilsa heard herself shouting desperately, her whole body burning and her fingertips trembling.

She didn't remember when she opened her mouth.

[Deleted after review]

All I remember is the surging and undulating crowd that shook the raised platform.

The palace is burning, the blood is burning, the world is burning.

"But they failed."

[Deleted after review]

"We will continue—"

Click.

All sounds are silent.

Zhou Yi turned off the radio without expression.

Even though I didn't understand anything, the familiar voice and rhythm were enough.

The speech proceeded as expected.

In other words, Hitler was standing at the heart of Germania, surrounded by countless loyal guards.

The city has deployed numerous checkpoints, equipped not only with heavy machine guns but also with blast protection and air interception units.

Three days ago, the Security Bureau issued a notice to forcibly deport all foreign residents.
Even ambassadors with diplomatic immunity were not spared.

Therefore, any non-Aryan face would be too conspicuous there.

Cannot infiltrate personally —

This also means that rifles, sniper rifles, and even javelins cannot cover that ideal position.

However, this does not mean there are no other options.

Zhou Yi stood up and walked towards the door of the wooden house.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and the outside wind immediately rushed in.

Behind them was a grove of trees, with withered branches and leaves piled up into a small hill, on which lay seven or eight corpses.

Some lay face down, others sat by the wall, their heads drooping limply, their eyes wide open in death.

Zhou Yi calmly walked past the mess on the ground without looking at it for even half a second.

Walking forward for another ten minutes, we crossed the low-lying grass, and the view suddenly opened up ahead.

A lake lies quietly nestled among the mountains, its narrow shape resembling a courtyard.

There are no boats, no outposts, and nowhere to hide anything.

So, we need to be more creative.

Zhou Yi walked to the lakeside, took off his shirt, folded it neatly, and hung it on a high tree branch.

Then he took off his pants and sneakers, and finally his watch.

He looked up at the sky.

It was all gray and hazy, the distance was indistinct, and fog drifted in from the mouth of the valley.

The emerald green lake water was icy cold.

Zhou Yi walked in without making a sound.

The water reached the calves, knees, thighs, and finally chest level.

He didn't stop.

I swam towards that dark water until I could no longer find solid ground beneath my feet.

The wind stopped at some point.

All around was silent; the trees were still, and the lake was as smooth as a mirror.

Zhou Yi stopped paddling, fell backward, and his thoughts began to race.

The next second—

Like the earth's crust rising up, the huge silver-gray hull appeared out of thin air and rose to the surface of the water in an instant.

The three-hundred-foot boat squeezed into the lake, creating circular waves that crashed outwards.

The soil, rocks, dead branches, and wooden stakes on the bank were hurled high into the air and exploded all at once.

Wow——!
Flocks of birds took flight in fright, and the forest roared.

Water splashed everywhere, stirring up floating mud and grass roots, and slapping against the forest floor.

A wild deer fled in panic, stumbling into the bushes and letting out a terrified, sharp cry.

Zhou Yi stood naked on the deck, and after a few seconds, he walked towards the airtight door.
With a series of scraping sounds, he bent down, stepped onto the steep steps, and began to descend.

(End of this chapter)