Regarding marriage, Adolf Hitler always had a strange idea. That is, as long as he remained single, he could gain votes and support from the vast number of women in Germany. After the Nazi regime, voting had lost its meaning, but the support of women of all ages remained fervently high. In their eyes, he was the perfect man!
Regarding marriage, Hans Logan also had a strange idea: as long as he remained single, he could maintain a strong attraction to the opposite sex, thereby legally adding more beauties to his harem. Lolitas had their youth, mature women had their grace, and maturity had its allure. Women from different countries and regions had their own unique flavors. To taste the finest beauties in the world, one must maintain vigorous combat power...
"Oh, you, didn't you promise us that the war would end soon? Look at you, you've already climbed to the rank of general, don't tell me you don't have a say! Tell your Fuhrer that if he keeps fighting like this, beautiful Britain will turn into a mud puddle!" Mrs. Susan said angrily at the dinner table. Relentlessly bringing Logan back from his pleasant dreams to reality.
Since he had arranged German passports for their entire family and brought them from Paris to Berlin, Logan found himself facing this additional burden every day after his one-night stand. Sometimes he thought, it might be wiser to secretly court mistresses and keep lovers like the Fuhrer did in private. Courting women twice, why did he always end up dragging along a long string of oil bottles?
"And also, the meals cooked by your German cook don't suit our taste at all! You're already a general, can't you hire a British cook? Or, temporarily hire one from an English-style restaurant?" Speaking was Mrs. Susan's daughter, Doris's cousin. Once the plump British girl settled down, her greedy nature was fully revealed.
"Well, and also, a general must have a proper upbringing, use noble requirements to restrain the servants, how can you let the maid and her siblings eat with us at the same table?" Soft words, but razor-sharp in content.
The three British women took turns to criticize, and there was almost no moment of peace. Temporarily "deaf" Logan hid himself behind the newspaper, occasionally casting a glance at Doris. It seemed that the moisturizing effect from last night was quite good, as her fair face was now blushing slightly; sometimes he glanced at Quirin. Under the nourishment of German cuisine, the French girl had gained a bit of weight in the past two months, and her originally slender body was gradually becoming plump...
"Ah, here we have food and drink, but I wonder how Joost and the others are doing lately! Hey, Hans, aren't you a German general? Can you persuade your Fuhrer to ease the blockade on Britain, only targeting food and medicine?" Mrs. Susan's idea, from a humanitarian perspective, was good, but from a realistic perspective, it was simply wishful thinking.
Deciding to sneak into Quirin's room at night, Logan folded the newspaper and said in English, which he didn't particularly like, "Ladies! This is wartime, and some difficulties must be overcome! Regarding the war between Germany and Britain, I believe it will be over before Christmas, so you all have the opportunity to return to England for Christmas! As for Quirin and her siblings, as I've said before, they are war orphans I took in while fighting in France, not servants, nor do they have any employment relationship! I consider them children left behind by friends, and of course, they are qualified to sit here! This issue need not be discussed further!"
"You're really kind, spreading love wherever you go!" Mrs. Susan's daughter said sarcastically. If Logan didn't have a principle of not hitting women and didn't want to embarrass Doris, this guy would probably be squatting on the ground, crying with his nose covered.
"Cough cough! Alright, the British cook, I'll have August look for one. But this is wartime, and Germany and Britain are at war, so don't expect too much! As for Quirin!" Logan turned to speak to little Loli and her hopeful siblings in French, "I've already arranged for a church school for you, where there is a dedicated French teacher. Starting tomorrow, you'll go to school during the day, and after class, I'll have the driver pick you up and bring you back. How's that?"
"Little Sophie Masson" looked at her two siblings and replied softly, "Okay!"
"Doris!" Logan turned to his British lover, "If you want to read, you can make a list of books. There are various versions in the Imperial Library, including English ones! Or, do you need anything else?"
"Oh, having books is enough! In the winter before, we used to sit around the fireplace reading or writing letters to distant relatives! Oh, Hans, can we send letters from here to England?" Without missing a beat, the delicate girl used a silver fork to lightly pick up a small piece of salad from her plate. Even after coming to Germany, her appetite remained small.
"All communication is currently interrupted, but the situation will improve soon!" Logan picked up the warm milk, drank half of it in one gulp, looked at the time, and stood up, "Everyone, I have to go to work now! I wish you all a pleasant day!"
Going to work, for white-collar workers, seemed like a simple formality. Logan was no different from other "nine-to-five" high-level white-collar workers. As for his newly appointed role in the German Air Force Operations Department, it was actually a branch of the Air Force High Command, mainly responsible for air force operational affairs, directly under the jurisdiction of the Chief of the Air Force General Staff—while the General Staff mainly dealt with the implementation of specific operational plans, the Operations Department leaned more towards the strategic level. At the Supreme Command Headquarters, Jödel served as the head of the Operations Department with the rank of Major General (promoted after the Western campaign), directly planning strategic actions of the German army's attack on Norway and the Western Front, and signing and executing a series of operational directives.
However, in the German Air Force, due to Hermann Göring's consistent autocratic behavior, whether in the Operations Department or the General Staff, they were completely subservient to his personal will in previous military actions. In simple terms, it was refining the operational plans set by Göring and then assisting in their implementation. Due to the prolonged inaction, the former head of the Operations Department, General von Waldow, was eager to move to the air force and take up a position as a commander of the same rank.
At the beginning of his tenure, Logan didn't rush to make radical changes but instead took a fresh look at the operational capabilities of the German Air Force from a new perspective: After the successful Battle of Britain, the number of operational aircraft in the German Air Force had actually increased slightly compared to the end of the French campaign, with a total of 4,237 operational aircraft, including approximately 35% fighters, 42% bombers, and over a thousand long-range reconnaissance and transport aircraft, with nearly 900 of them being Ju 52s.
After preliminary integration, the total production of various types of aircraft in the German Air Force had increased to 1,260 by October, but the more advanced Bf 109 series still only had 240 aircraft. The Bf 110 series, which had performed averagely in Britain, accounted for 70 aircraft, and excluding nearly 200 training aircraft, the rest of the growth came from twin-engine bombers and transport aircraft—As the British Royal Air Force declined, the production of bombers and transport aircraft by the German military also met the strategic requirements of the Supreme Command.
The steady increase in the production of operational aircraft in the German Air Force might have pleased no one more than the high-ranking little mustachioed leader. Just the day after Logan took office, Ernst Udet, the Director of Air Force Weapons Production, brought a few bottles of aged brandy to Logan's residence, saying that he wanted to thank him for sharing the pressure during his tenure as deputy director. Stimulated by alcohol, the men opened up, gossiping as much as any woman.
"I say, Hans old boy, your place... has really become an international gathering! French, British, haha! Life is interesting, truly interesting! But on a serious note, if you want to make a difference in the military, you must be wary of those dark words, especially in matters of conduct, don't end up like those two poor souls from the army!" The poor souls mentioned by Udet were General Fritsch and former Minister of Defense Blomberg, who were forced to step down before the war due to scandals. Although it was a farce concocted by Adolf Hitler to gain control of the military, it also demonstrated people's attitude towards violations of traditional moral principles.
"Hey, where there's a will, there's a way. Even if everything is revealed, so what? Do you think... the Germans would be upset if their heroes married British or French women?" Without mincing words, Logan tilted his head back and downed half a glass of brandy. Most people thought Germans only drank beer, but in this country, brandy, vodka, and some fruit wines had alcohol content exceeding 30 degrees, belonging to the category of strong liquors—In the cold winter, especially in the northeastern region, people often needed strong liquor to keep warm.
"Subconsciously, they hope to see noble unions, unions among Aryans... Of course, the British are fine, as long as she can prove her pure lineage, everyone would be happy to see such a cross-border marriage! As for the French..." Udet shook his head, "they're just not good enough, hmm, not worthy!"
"What about breaking off an engagement?" Logan asked a bit nervously.
"Engagement? Do you already have an engagement?" Udet downed a glass of brandy, his eyes slightly blurred.
"Uh, well, it seems so, but I... it's complicated!" Logan poured him another glass, tremblingly. Could he say that the engagement was made without his knowledge? But at the Konigsberg racetrack, he had held the girl's hand so intimately...
"Oh! I see! If it can be resolved properly, breaking off an engagement is not a big problem. But... since the engagement was made in the first place, I personally think it's best to fulfill it seriously. For an officer's character... that's quite important!" Udet belched.
This answer left Logan conflicted, so he changed the subject: "What about lovers?"
"Haha, lovers? It varies from person to person! If you just discreetly have a few lovers, it's quite common in the military, but you... haha, can't exactly call it discreet, huh!" Udet laughed mercilessly.
"Um..." Logan felt miserable. Had his affairs become the laughingstock among his colleagues?
"Oh, lad, don't worry too much about these things! Here, fill it up! Um, you mentioned that long-range bomber yesterday... the Italian P.108, suitable for our development needs? Haha, our Ural Plan was thrown into the garbage long ago by the Imperial Marshal and our leader! Besides, our pilots won't accept an Italian plane, so... forget about it!" Udet said, his face intoxicated.
"Um... although Italian weapons are generally rubbish, occasionally there are some good ones!" Logan poured the last drop of brandy from the bottle into Udet's glass and said, "If we go to war with the Russians, and they move all heavy industry to the Urals?"
"That's nothing, we'll crush the Russians within two months, two months, those machines haven't even been installed yet!" Udet raised his glass high, "Let's toast to victory!"
"To victory!" Although Logan smiled as he emptied his glass, he was somewhat worried: it seemed that his plan to introduce strategic bombers would encounter strong resistance.