My Third Empire

Without the shiny new military uniform, he was wearing a messy and ugly but extremely practical tactical vest. Mobile phone reading Xia*Ke*中*文*网*First* head hair is hung with all kinds of odds and ends, including field medals, grenades and magazine clips, some bayonets are hung on the waist, and some are hung on the shoulders Location.

There are sapper shovels and gas mask boxes hanging on the buttocks, and the lunch boxes for meals contain spoons and personal items, and they shake back and forth with fairly neat steps, making a nice jingling sound.

More than half of the soldiers wore camouflage nets on their helmets, and a few wore winter helmets that had worn off their white paint and looked mottled. Every dozen or so of these people carried an MG42 machine gun, with an ammunition belt for the machine gun hanging around their necks.

A few soldiers carrying Iron Fist rocket launchers walked by with their heads bowed, followed by a deputy shooter with a Mauser 98K rifle, carrying an ammunition box containing two spare rockets. The soldiers in this phalanx have weapons of different lengths, some are MP-44 assault rifles, some are G43 semi-automatic rifles, some are holding G43 or Mauser 98K rifles with sights, and some are holding ordinary woolen rifles. Ser 98K rifle.

Most of the clothes on these soldiers were worn out, some of the reinforced fabrics on the knees and elbows were slightly hemmed, some of the jacket pockets had no buttons, and the pocket covers were slightly lifted. There are stains and dust on their skirts, and the leather boots have not been wiped for a long time, and the black has turned gray.

However, under the brims of the steel helmets, there are pairs of resolute and deep eyes. The unique eyes of the Germanic nation have sharp corners, which makes these soldiers look amazing and heroic. They were silent, they didn't shout the slogan of long live the head of state like the guard of honor, they just walked forward quietly, with incomparable firmness and a sense of killing.

As the head of state stood up in the stands, the officials on the crowded viewing stand stood up. They shouted the slogan Long live the head of state, which attracted the attention of these soldiers. They raised their heads and looked at the man surrounded by the crowd The man, looking at the imperial head of state who appeared on the poster, was standing at attention solemnly to salute them.

A little flower blooms in the wilderness, and her name is Erica; and thousands of little bees fly to her! For there is sweetness in the stamen, and sweet fragrance in the petals! Little The flowers bloom in the wilderness, and her name is Erica! I don't know which soldier sang this song first, and the singing spread little by little, overpowering the long live the head of state.

In my hometown there lived a lovely maiden, and her name was Erica! That was my dearest and good girl, Erica, lucky to me! Send me this song when the purple heather blooms Geer, the little flower blooms on the wilderness, her name is Erika. More and more people in the square hummed this song, making the atmosphere that was originally oppressive due to the smell of blood become Liven up.

These are living soldiers, they live for themselves,

Fight bravely for the loved ones you love the most. They struggled in the muddy trenches, fought in the hail of bullets, they went to the battlefield because of the words of the head of state, and they faced death calmly because of one of their oaths.

Tell my father, I love him; tell the Fuhrer, I did my best. This is a true portrayal of countless German soldiers. They are worthy of their oath of loyalty to the head of state and the motherland. In order to make their nation more brilliant and bright, they will not hesitate to jump into hell to be the devil and villain of another country.

Now they did not shout long live the head of state, nor sang military songs and war songs loudly, but hummed playful songs, and paid tribute to the head of state with the calmness of the rest of their lives. Compared with the moment of expedition, they are less heroic and excited, and more calm and calm.

This is the capital for me to stand here proudly, and it is also everything I have painstakingly worked on for fifteen years! Akado said with a proud expression on his face as he listened to the singing: They beat you and you cry for your mother! Kneeling down to ask for peace, it is they who have won every battle and made Germany stand on the top of the world power again!

He paused, and without waiting for Petain beside him to speak, he continued, Don't talk about your 400 million francs a day, even if these elites give me gold and silver, I won't change it! If you are not convinced , we tore up the treaty and fought again, and my Third Reich will accompany you at any time! If you don’t give it, I will grab it.”

Hearing this, Brauchitsch's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face. On the other hand, Petain put away his original arrogance, took out a handkerchief to wipe his face, and said repeatedly: Don't dare, don't dare.

The little flower that blooms next to my cottage, her name is Erika! Whether it is dawn or dusk, surround me, Erika! There is a soft sound among the flowers, remember the beautiful girl? The tears The girl who is looking forward to your return, her name is Erika... The singing echoed in the sky, as if laughing at her opponent, as if yearning for a better tomorrow.

These troops were withdrawn from the new German-French frontier to the Eastern Front at the expense of the new French government. They are naturally the most elite grenadier unit in Germany, and each of them is a veteran of many battles. They passed through Paris as a special privilege given to them by the troops on rotation. After the re-organized Paris military parade, each of them had a day off to visit the city of Paris, and the new French government funded the purchase of their favorite souvenirs.

The tone of Akado's words just now was full of banditry, which made Brauchitsch, who was a soldier, feel very happy when he heard it. I am secretly glad that although the head of state has been away from the army for some years, he really still retains the heroic aura he had when he was in the army.

The phrase If you don't give it, I'll grab it. It was said very calmly, but it expressed the essence of the diplomacy of a powerful country. This slightly blatant statement made Brauchitsch, who was the Marshal of the Empire, feel a little smug—why did the head of state speak so hard? Isn't it backed by millions of troops?

As the infantry passed by, the elite German armored troops followed behind the rostrum. This was the first time that the Tiger tank, the secret weapon of the German Army, was shown in public. However, this appearance left a deep impression on the journalists from all over the world and the head of state himself.

The first leading Tiger tank was full of bullet marks, and the white hollow number 113 on the side of the turret was a little unclear. His freckles make him look like the big boy next door.

He was wearing a German officer's big-brimmed hat on one side, with a faint smile on his face. The military uniform on his body was dirty and looked a bit sloppy, and the original pink armor color mark on the neckline had also turned dark red due to too thick oil stains.

However, among the people who watched the ceremony, there were naturally people with knowledge. People with discerning eyes immediately recognized the Knight's Iron Cross with oak leaves hanging on the collar of the leading officer. You must know that even if Germany swallowed Europe and swept across the six countries, there were not many Knights of the Iron Cross with oak leaves, but what Brauchitsch wore on his collar was only two swords longer than that of the tank. That's all.

Don't be surprised! Mr. Petain. I know you are very surprised. Akado explained to Petain with a smile: I know that you and Charles de Gaulle who fled to England are playing the wishful thinking of hedging, but seeing Is there a commander of that tank? He is the one who singled out more than 20 tanks in France in the Battle of the Pass - I can make de Gaulle lose once, and I can make him lose the second time! And you, It's best to put away that little thought, and let me think that you still have value to use... And, the bigger the better.

Petain looked at the young tank commander in shock, looking at the seemingly endless white circles on the barrel of the tank. Looking at the No. 113 logo, which is widely rumored in the French army, representing death, and that terrible Tiger tank, I was speechless for a long time.

At this time, Renn under the stands pressed the throat sounder and said: Let the head of state take a look, and always remember our aces! 3, 2, 1!

Following his order, the entire tank phalanx began to rotate rapidly with the sound of mechanical friction. Amidst the exclamation of many ladies and celebrities, they slowly moved their tank gun barrels. Aimed at the rostrum.

Akado still didn't move, he raised his hand to salute Ren, and Ren just looked up at the man who changed his life as the head of the empire in the distance. The world between the two seems to have stopped, and the quietness and slowness make people fascinated.

The black muzzles of dozens of tank guns pointed at the rostrum, and the picture of the head of state standing at attention and saluting these tanks was accurately recorded by the head of state's personal photographer Hugo, and became one of the most classic military parade photos of the Third Reich. Be forever recorded in history.

In the future, countless scholars who study German armored forces will refer to this photo. A famous military expert lamented: A troop who dares to point a cannon at the leader, plus a head of state who dares to face countless muzzles... Really amazing Perfect match.

This is telling me that they are eager to fight. Akado waited until these tanks passed the rostrum and disappeared at the end of the road, and then smiled and said to Marshal Brauchitsch next to him: Take care of the tanks at all levels. Teach the documents of the troops, you take the lead in deliberating a more reasonable plan!

Yes! Brauchitsch nodded in response.

How? Are you satisfied? Akado finished the task, and asked the new French Prime Minister Pétain with a smile: If you still have no confidence, we will go to Brest to see the High Seas Fleet of the Imperial Navy in a month... ...

No! Petain sighed, and said with a bit of frustration: From today on, the German-French alliance is impenetrable! ()