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Chapter 112: Zero Deaths

They didn't lose even a single soldier. Only 5 men were injured and even that was not due to the enemy but because they tripped and fell.

It was a big morale booster for the allied forces. Then came another news that Alexander's Seraphs had sniped the hell out of the oncoming ships. To the point that no one was even trying to take the pilot wheel anymore as whoever touched it died.

By the end of the day, he had 0 deaths, 28,000 prisoners, and 120 ships and boats of various sizes.

Alexander used his wide area compulsion charm and brought a lot of meat from Phixheim. All the soldiers believed that it was meat procured from the German ships.

They celebrated the whole evening while eating and singing songs in praise of Alexander. They were all preparing stories to brag about later on. A story that they served under the General Universe.

While celebrations were going on on the island of Crete. 5000 miles away, some people were in a depressed mood.

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Camp Lehigh, New Jersey

The project Rebirth was successful. Steve had become a super-soldier now. The problem was that he was the only super-soldier. Erskine had been killed by a German spy.

In reality, Erskine was saved by Alexander and after revealing his god status, Erskine was happily learning and experimenting in Phixheim. He and Alfred had become very good partners. He was even able to make the super-soldier serum better and administered them to his Order of High Humans. Both Unsullieds and the faceless men were a part of it.

Unsullieds had refused to adopt a new organizational name. They said that the name brought them to their god. So he let them be.

Back at Camp Lehigh, Steve was turned into a poster boy of the U.S Army. Told to dance and sing.

Colonel Phillips was immediately promoted to the temporary director of SSR. They can't deny that they all missed Alexander. Agent Carter had also warmed up to the jolly natured old man and often used to spend time sharing life stories with him. She was even allowed to call him uncle.

Then there was the most depressed guy, Howard Stark. He had spent all his resources searching for his grandfather in all but name.

"Tell me good news, Colonel," President Roosevelt sadly muttered on the phone.

"I am afraid it's not. We found the crash site. No bodies were found. We searched the waters in a 200-mile radius and on the nearby islands. We should prepare for the worst." Colonel answered.

His words made everyone more depressed. Steve clenched his fist, feeling helpless. He had become very attached to Alexander as well. For a boy who had been fatherless for most of his life, Alexander had become a father figure for him. He also respected him as a soldier.

"Were you able to find out how they intercepted his plane? His schedule was always a highly kept secret after all." Roosevelt asked.

"Yes, we caught a Hydra spy in Egypt. He was probably the point of the leak." Colonel answered.

"Goddammit, keep on looking for him. I don't want to hear sad news again" Roosevelt Angrily hung up.

"Howard, you are allowed to use all military assets in his search. Let's just pray to God that he's somehow alive," Colonel Phillips sighed.

Howard had dark circles under his eyes by now, but he still quickly got into action.

Now one could have thought even in their wildest dreams that Alexander and Dobby had swum 600 miles away from the crash site in their pointless stupid race.

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The Berghof, Bavaria, Germany.

It was a fine beautiful morning. The beautiful vacation home had a nice view of the mountains around it. But the scene inside the house was different.

A man with a virgin boy haircut and a virgin boy mustache was throwing tantrums by spoiling whatever he could grab on.

"Tell me how did you lose a fight with a weak and tired army living on that island. I gave you naval and air support too. How could you lose 35000 men in a single day?" Hitler shouted.

"My Fuhrer, they used some underhanded means and they also fooled us by creating a fake airfield. Please give us another week and we'll win the Crete." Wilhelm Keitel, Chief of the Armed Forces High Command spoke.

"You better, I am allowing you to use any means possible. I want that island. As long as they have it, we can't launch a full assault on Africa" Hitler screeched.

"Yes, my Fuhrer." Wilhelm Keitel quietly left the one-ball man alone, lest he faces his childish tantrums.

He went to the war room and wrote some letters. It basically gave the command to Generaloberst(lieutenant General) Kurt Student. The commander of the attack on Crete.

He gave the general permission to use any means possible to take over the island. He added that he was being allowed to take a force of 100,000 men (including Italians), 200 planes and more naval support. This was probably one of the biggest moves the German high command was making towards a swift and fluent expansion of the Third Reich towards Africa.

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On the Island of Crete, Alexander was messing with the Enigma machine he found in one of the ships. He was planning on sending a coded message to Howard to see how long it would take him to decode. His message was simple. "Pops ain't dead yet"

While he was enjoying his short peace. A party pooper came to the island. Lieutenant General Bernard Cyril Freyberg, a British Noble and the future Vice Roy of New Zealand.

He was appointed as the commander for the defense of the Crete. The problem was that Alexander was outranked now. He was a Major General and Cyril was Lieutenant General. Both of them were also the Victoria Cross recipient.

~argh, I guess I'll use magic then.~ he thought and went to talk to the guy.

As soon as he saw the short man, he used magic to make him his big fan. From there on, it was easy sailing. Alexander was still the commander of all the forces there and had the power to make all decisions.

~I should tell Roosy to make me a full 4-star general. Can't have people outrank me in the field now. It should be easy after my deeds here become public. I'll also gift the German commander to British forces. Such a high ranking target should be enough.~ he thought.

He spent the rest of the 2 weeks preparing for the upcoming battle. He turned the whole island into a fortress. Using his magic he brought some heavy machinery and anti-aircraft guns, the men believed that it came from the ships.

Dobby would command the battle while he'd go and grab the german commander as the man would not be coming anywhere near the warzone.

A day later, the Germans came. They came in for the biggest surprise of their lives. Their bombers were caught by surprise and were quickly put down. The ones that survived were put down by Dobby the sniper.

Alexander had made a quick errand to enemy lines and kidnapped both the Commander and the vice commander.

The battle went on for many hours. At the end of the day, they again won and the Germans surrendered. This time his side faced many casualties but he didn't let anyone die. Could not spoil his zero death record after all.

Finally, they had another 80 thousand prisoners. Making it a total of 108,000 prisoners. It was crazy that there were just 32,000 of them against such a big force.

Finally, he decided to address his men. "You are all one of the bravest Nazi killers I've met to date. I can see all of you receiving promotions when all this is over. I will be recommending the names of each of you for promotions and medals. But we have a problem here." His face suddenly turned serious.

"We have run out of the area to keep our prisoners in," Alexander sadly stated.

Someone in the crowd tried to hold their laughter and made a squeaking noise. It made the others around him laugh and soon the whole crowd was laughing. Alexander let them laugh for a while to lighten their mood. After all, these men went into every battle knowing that it might very well be their last.

"Now, I am going to need some volunteers who'll help in making the new holding area. But for now, let's enjoy. I have enough meat to turn all of you into fat pigs so eat all you want" he dismissed everyone and they all went to crazily in the dining hall.

Alexander was also very relaxed, he just turned around and found a young soldier standing upright. If not for his control he would have already blasted the guy.

"Goddammit Lil Chin, how many times I've told you to make some noise while moving. You'll give me a heart attack someday." Alexander spoke. Not really showing anger. Lil Chin was a new soldier, just 18 years old. He looked very young and had no beard and a small chin, so people called him Lil Chin. He had a habit of being sneaky while walking. The boy made no sound even while walking in full gear. Currently, he was working as his Messenger. Alexander had decided to take the boy to America with him and make him an agent in SSR.

"Sir, we caught a German transmission" Lil Chin handed him a paper.

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I just had an idea for a SI historical fanfiction.

The MC wakes up in the body of Hitler. The war has already started. He does have a not so OP power. He's not immortal or invincible. He can die but he has 9 lives like a cat. 9th time he dies, he'll be permanently dead.

How would he make sure that the war ends on his terms without him losing his head or being forced to pay War reparations? How will he make sure that Jews don't get gassed and become his followers? How will he change his Nazi Party's ideology?

He won't be cruel but would also not hesitate from killing someone.

What do you think about this?

BTW, Please Stone me.