Reincarnated: Vive La France-Chapter 194: "We will cleanse the East not just of Jews, but of Slavs, Bolsheviks, Roma, all those who stand against the Aryan future."

Chapter 194: "We will cleanse the East not just of Jews, but of Slavs, Bolsheviks, Roma, all those who stand against the Aryan future."

The heavy door of Hitler’s private study shut heavy.

Curtains stopped the light from the entering.

A map of Eastern Europe behind his desk, a map drawn not with borders, but with intention.

The men gathered in silence.

Hermann Göring crossed his legs and knocked two fingers on the arm of his chair.

Heinrich Himmler sat unnaturally still, his round spectacles fogged slightly from the cold.

Rudolf Hess scribbled notes he wouldn’t be permitted to keep.

Ribbentrop, Keitel, and Rosenberg looked toward the figure standing before the map.

None spoke.

Adolf Hitler finally turned.

"You have all heard me speak of Lebensraum," he began, voice low and measured, "but what I speak tonight is not a theory. It is a path. A necessity. A truth carved in blood and stone."

He stepped closer to the map, his finger drawing an invisible line from Berlin to the plains of Ukraine.

"We are a growing people," he continued. "Like all healthy organisms, we must expand or die. Germany, in her present form, is a coffin. Versailles has given us only a box to breathe in. The East, however.."

He paused.

"..the East is soil. Fertile, ancient, misused. And it must be ours."

There was a silence.

Then Göring exhaled slowly.

"And how soon do we sow this soil, mein Führer?"

Hitler’s gaze flicked toward him.

"First, Austria. Then the Sudetenland. Each step must feel inevitable rational, even. No sudden movements. No alarms. The West must remain asleep while we build our staircase."

Ribbentrop nodded, clearing his throat.

"The British are cautious. They do not want another war. Eden’s recent address was stern, yes, but hesitant. I believe we can push the envelope in Austria without reprisal. The French are too divided."

"And the Soviets?" Keitel asked, fingers tented. "If we cross into Poland. "

Hitler cut him off with a gesture.

"Stalin is pragmatic. He fears us, and he envies us. We will deal with him later diplomatically, for now. But the Slavic lands? They are not Russian by destiny. They are German by right."

Rosenberg leaned forward.

"Lebensraum is not just conquest it is purification. We must cultivate the land and the bloodline. The East must be resettled with German families. Taught German history. German values."

"And the populations there?" Himmler asked quietly.

"The Jews? The Poles? The Ukrainians?"

"They are not citizens," Hitler said. "They are clutter. They will serve or they will vanish."

He stepped closer to the table now, hands resting on its edge.

"You ask what of the Jews?" he said. "I answer they are the disease within the bloodstream of Europe. In our new territories, there can be no ambiguity. No hesitation. The ghettos of Warsaw, the villages of Galicia these are nests. We must eradicate them root and branch."

Himmler nodded, voice low.

"We’ve already begun cataloguing the Jewish populations in the General Government zone. Our projections suggest relocation... will not be enough. Resistance will come."

"And when it does," Hitler said, "we meet it not with law, but with will. Germany will not inherit their filth. We will cleanse the East not just of Jews, but of Slavs, Bolsheviks, Roma, all those who stand against the Aryan future."

He straightened, his voice sharpening.

"You do not civilize rats. You remove them."

No one spoke for several seconds.

Keitel finally broke the silence.

"And the Wehrmacht?"

"Will be ready," Hitler said. "They will not be told ideology. They will be told orders. What we begin in silence will soon roar across borders."

Göring frowned.

"We can secure the land. But its value lies in resources. Ukraine is grain. The Caucasus oil. We must industrialize as we expand. Roads, rail, ports.."

"And slaves will build them," Rosenberg said without hesitation.

"Correct," Hitler said. "The people of the East will be used. Then removed. Like scaffolding after a building is complete."

Ribbentrop lifted his eyes to the map.

"And Germany becomes the architect of the new Europe."

"Not just an architect," Hitler replied. "A god."

Hess’s pencil scratched hurriedly on his notepad.

"And the Reichskommissariats?" he asked. "Once we occupy, how will we govern?"

"Through fear, order, and blood," Hitler said. "Each region will have a Gauleiter. Ruthless. German. No compromises. Local languages will be erased. Churches dismantled. The past rewritten. The East will not just be occupied it will be transformed."

Göring shook his head slightly.

"And the world? How long before they understand what we are doing?"

"They already know," Hitler said. "They just don’t want to believe it. That is our strength. Their disbelief is our camouflage."

He turned again to the map, his finger resting now on Moscow.

"One day, we will reach here. But not yet. First, we secure the corridors. The supply lines. The people we will need to ’disappear’."

His voice dropped lower.

"We are not conquerors. We are gardeners. And Europe is overgrown."

Himmler looked up from his notes.

"And the Final Solution?"

Hitler’s voice was quiet.

"We move in stages. First, containment. Identification. Then removal. Eventually"

He paused. " a Europe where the Jewish question no longer exists. Not in exile. Not in politics. Not at all." freewebnøvel.com

He looked around the table.

"That is our destiny. It is not war for war’s sake. It is war for cleansing. For legacy."

No one dared argue.

The room was still.

Not because they were uncertain but because Hitler has finally spoken out his ambition loudly.

Hitler straightened, walking slowly to his desk.

He picked up a leather-bound folder and laid it flat on the surface.

"In here are plans. Phases. Names. You will each receive your role in due time. But tonight you understand the why."

He looked up.

"We do not inherit the world. We take it. And we reshape it in our image. One border at a time."

He leaned back, eyes cold.

"The soil is ready. Let history remember us not for restraint but for resolve."

As the fire dimmed and the clock ticked past midnight, one by one the men rose and left.

Only Himmler remained.

He looked once more at the map.

Then turned.

"When do we begin?" he asked.

Hitler didn’t look up. He simply said:

"Soon. Maybe few months or a year but Austria first. Then the world will learn what Lebensraum truly means."