The Death Knell

"Comrades, today we have embarked on a new battlefield. Today, the time has come to devote ourselves to the motherland!"

Zemo stood on a small hill, where green grass and flowers were everywhere. He stood under a tree, and the shadow of the tree crown made his mask look even more gloomy.

There are still a steady stream of troops walking out of the teleportation array and forming neat square formations on the vast plains. This is the 100,000 troops he wants to come.

Wearing gray military uniforms and holding submachine guns, they stared at the short figure on the hill without saying a word, just as they used to stare at another little man.

The loudspeakers that had been prepared carried Zemo's voice across the plains, and everyone could hear the passion in his words and his love for his motherland.

The giant projector allowed the soldiers to see clearly that Zemo's back was straight, fearless, and ready to start a new journey. This made these defeated soldiers slightly change their view of Hydra.

They didn't know where exactly this place called Alfheim was, nor why the sun and several moons appeared in the sky at the same time, but they knew that their motherland needed them again.

The Third Reich still exists, and the goals they fought for still exist.

The members of the Super Axis stood under the hill, facing the crowd. Zemo didn't like anyone standing behind him, which would distract him. The speech was very important at this time, and he refused to allow anyone to come close to him.

Zemo chose what Mustache liked to say in the past and imitated his speech, but it was just for his own purpose. He needed to make these people contribute to his purpose, and deception was a good way to do it.

The Frost Giants, Zemo's big blue-skinned allies, were in a state of excitement, and his promise to let them kill Asgardians to their heart's content had not yet come true, but the massacre in Vanaheim had come true.

In the eyes of the frost giants, the two protoss are exactly the same and both are disgusting.

The raid on Vanaheim was a success, at least in the Frost Giants' minds. Before their own warriors died, they killed several times the number of their own enemies.

The same tactics should work in Asgard, and the giants are looking forward to the next battle.

The Vanir used the Bifrost to retreat, Odin was drawn away by Zemo, and the Frost Giants' losses before evacuating were much smaller than imagined.

At this time, they did not listen to Zemo's speech because they could not understand German. They were just reminiscing about the fine skin and tender meat of the Vanir, and the silky feeling of the corpse sliding over the sword.

Whenever a giant shows the remains of the Warner Protoss between his teeth to the people around him, he will always receive envious looks. Everyone is envious that he can savor this flesh and blood for a long time.

Zemo glanced at the chaotic giant team, but only briefly. He quickly looked away, and a trace of undetectable disdain flashed in his eyes hidden under the hood.

"Comrades, the motherland needs you now. Please raise your head, look at me, and look at the image beside me."

The leader of Hydra appealed to the Legion to look at the Braille projection on the side of the hill, making sure everyone could see Zemo's face.

After that, Zemo just said some empty and inflammatory words. Amidst the roaring cheers of "Long Live Hitler", Zemo winked at Mrs. Lotus.

Next, Zemo's avatar was replaced by a charming Japanese woman on the giant screen. She smiled slightly, as if she was thanking Zemo for giving her the opportunity to speak. However, when the army saw her smile, they immediately recovered. Quiet, the entire grassland is silent.

"Give your heart to your motherland." She said this as if whispering in her ears. She didn't care if anyone could hear her clearly, but she knew it was effective.

"Give your heart to your motherland!"

The army responded with a roar. They heard her every syllable clearly and believed in it. Everyone only had her beauty in their eyes, and her words were orders.

So under the gaze of the Super Axis and the Frost Giants, the soldiers who had been staring at the large projection took out their daggers or bayonets in a unified movement and took out their own hearts.

Just like the tide receding, only a few of the one hundred thousand troops who were standing just now were still alive, their faces full of horror.

"This!!! Help!!!"

No one rescued them, so the Axis agents immediately opened fire, killing all the surviving soldiers with precise precision with their assault rifles from a distance of nearly a thousand meters.

The German army has strict military discipline and soldiers obey orders to a very high degree. However, it is inevitable that some of the 100,000 people will not be willing to obey orders and cannot even look at the large projection. The agents are disgusted by this.

"If it's not voluntary, it's useless. Your heart must be given voluntarily, Baron."

Braille reported to Zemo in German with a mechanical sound, but the title of Baron made the vampire touch his chin and look at him.

As a vampire, the Blood Baron is not advanced enough to move in the sun, but thanks to scientific advancement, someone among Hydra scientists invented a cement that isolates ultraviolet rays.

It's just that unlike future sunscreens, today's stuff looks like paint used to paint walls. It's thick and sticky, and the Blood Baron's entire body looks unusually pale.

However, after applying these things and wearing a hooded robe, the Blood Baron can move around in the sun as much as he wants, with only a slight discomfort.

Zemo sniffed and turned to look at the Hydra guards on the other side of the hill. Some of them, the unlucky ones, had taken out their hearts and were being carried away by their comrades.

He was very calm inside. He wanted to send 100,000 troops just for this matter, but Himmler thought he was going to fight a world war?

Zemo knew where his advantage lay, which was to operate covertly as a spy think tank, rather than commanding an army to siege cities and territories. He had not been trained in this area and had not had the opportunity to learn on the battlefield in the past.

"Then I'll leave the rest to you, okay?"

He raised his arm high and patted Braille on the shoulder. The alien was like a tall sculpture covered under a piece of cloth, fearing that it would make a dull metallic sound when hit.

It had been a few years since aliens crash-landed on Earth, and he knew that patting on the shoulder was a friendly gesture. Although it once again reminded him that he had lost his body, he still nodded his oil tank-shaped head up and down in response to Zemo.

"The power of Odin is the key. It is difficult to obtain. It is arranged and imitated by the thread of fate."

There were some problems with the sound-producing device and language logic of the alien machine tank, but Zemo understood the meaning of the braille. Anyway, he used his alien technology and Asgard's mysticism to use the hearts of these dead people.

"I told you, I leave it all to you, don't let me down."

Zemo walked aside. He could feel that the wound on his face was bleeding again from the speech just now. After losing the skin, the underlying muscles and the hood were glued together.

Braille responded with action. He immediately took out a piece of golden thread and walked towards the heart of the sun, the furnace where the power of the star was stored.

The Blood Baron is responsible for collecting these hearts. The vampire's ability to control blood, coupled with Braille's high-tech equipment, can fill these things into the furnace like potatoes.

"The body is useless, can you share it with us?"

The giant looked at Zemo, who was sitting under the tree with his head down thinking, and chose to approach Duzun and ask.

After all, Duzun is the second person under Zemo here. He is the captain of the Super Axis and is also responsible for leading the remaining Hydra team in battle.

"Do you want to eat?"

Duzun's transformation potion also transformed his brain, and he even surpassed Captain America in terms of intelligence.

If anyone is deceived by his tall, muscular body and thinks he is a simple warrior, they will definitely suffer.

He is also Captain America's enemy. His lower body was crushed to pieces by a train used by the invasion team, forcing him to undergo mechanical transformation.

However, Braille's mechanical level is very high. Not only can he move freely, he can even use his legs to climb walls against gravity and separate his upper and lower bodies to attack.

The giant was not embarrassed at all. He stood with his arms crossed and his frosty beard shaking. The stench of his body penetrated the nostrils of Duzun and Zhannu wantonly.

"When an army goes on a campaign, there must always be food."

Duzun raised the corner of his mouth and crossed his arms to look at the traces on the battlefield: "Whatever you want, but you are not allowed to take the heart. If there is one missing, I will use yours instead."

The giant bared his teeth, showed a half-smiling expression, turned around and left. His frost giants received permission and immediately poured into the pile of corpses and began to feast.

The entire grassland seemed to have turned into a slaughterhouse, and the red blood turned the ground into a quagmire.

Looking at the noisy giants, Duzun lowered his head and looked at the black cross on his chest. He sneered and stopped paying attention.

"Beggars, they're like beggars."

The war girl was beside him, lowering her head and playing with the whip in her hand, and said in a buzzing voice.

Duzun looked up at her and corrected her: "They're not even humans, just scavenging hyenas."

The war girl took a deep breath. The smell of blood was so strong that she felt excited: "Anything, but one hundred thousand people are used as casting materials, and the best effect can meet the expectations."

"Leader Zemo has a plan, and that's the last thing you should worry about."

"I don't know. I wasn't familiar with him before. I mean, he's too young." Zhan Nu lowered her voice and leaned closer to her.

Duzun also knows this question. The current Zemo is the heir of the old Zemo, and he is only thirteen or fourteen years old? But that's not a problem, as long as you can win, it doesn't matter whether it's age, strength, or superpowers.

"Just watch. From now on there will be no Nazi party, only Hydra."

"...."

The war girl didn't say any more. She habitually obeyed the orders of Du Zun, and Du Zun had already proven her wisdom and strength after tying with Captain America again and again.

Everyone who has been on the battlefield knows how important a strong leader is. Since Duzun is willing to believe and obey the orders of a young soldier, then she can too.

The two of them walked side by side up the hill, watching the blood-stained hearts flying towards the containers under the tree, watching the frost giants' big hands picking at the corpses, and fell into silence.

At this time, Zemo was thinking about how to use the newly forged Stone of Destiny, how to deal with the aftermath, and escape intact...