Paris, Place de l'Etoile.
The battle group with Sieglinde as the core occupied this sparsely populated empty city without any effort.
Since penetrating the Allied defenses, they have not encountered any decent resistance.
Ordinary armies, or sporadic resistance forces, were as vulnerable as unarmed children in front of Sieglinde.
The Allied bazooka rocket launchers and tank group bombardment tactics did not play an overly obvious role.
"Berlin sent a telegram, and an hour later, the bombing began."
Under the Arc de Triomphe, a senior officer wearing a Hydra armband shouted loudly.
The cold and solemn voice echoed in the empty star-shaped square and spread far away.
Standing at the top of the Arc de Triomphe, Sieglinde looked at the silent city, her brows furrowed, seemingly puzzled.
As early as 1940, the Third Reich launched a blitzkrieg invasion of several low-lying countries in Western Europe.
Amid the roar of tanks and artillery, Belgium, the Netherlands, and Luxembourg surrendered one after another and became occupied territories.
France, the former European hegemon, completely gave up resistance after the German army bypassed the Maginot Line and began to attack southward.
As a result, Paris became an "undefended city."
Like a poor girl, she was raped and raped wantonly by a German man.
The French government, which was supposed to organize a strong force to carry out the final resistance, made a decision in advance at an alarming speed and went into exile in Tours.
The politicians who saw them on the stage fled, and the remaining two million residents of Paris followed suit.
Afterwards, the French government claimed -
If he continues to resist, he will only cause unnecessary sacrifices of soldiers and civilians, and Paris, with its long civilization tradition, will be razed to the ground and reduced to ruins.
In order to preserve the light of civilization in Paris and preserve the lives and property of the French people, we might as well surrender.
I have to say, these people are really logical geniuses, and the Allies have found a treasure.
Therefore, when the German steel torrent passed through the Place de la Concorde, it encountered no decent resistance at all.
Paris, known as the "Romantic City", is under the shadow of the Third Reich.
You know, France at that time was known as the country with the strongest army.
There are tens of thousands of large-caliber artillery, more than two million infantry, and more than three thousand tanks.
As a result, no one expected that the French surrendered in just forty days.
Poland persisted for thirty-six days, Greece successfully resisted for fifty-six days, and Norway lasted almost two months.
In comparison, France, as the hegemonic power of Europe, really looked very slim, so much so that it later became a famous joke.
Since then, various "law-insulting jokes" have emerged one after another, gradually forming a trend.
For example, "No one can capture Paris before France surrenders", "The French military salute is to raise both hands above the head", "Only dwarfs and women can save France" and so on.
"I really don't understand why the general asked me to occupy an uninhabited city. Paris has already fallen. Even if it was recaptured by the Allies, it is of little value."
Under the cloudy night sky, Sieglinde crossed her arms and said doubtfully.
She is one of the "Battleship Class" produced by Berlin. She has long blond hair that is regarded as the noble blood of the Aryans, and is braided down behind her shoulders.
Nearly two meters tall, with a fit and strong physique, he exudes a powerful aura that no one dares to look down upon.
At Sieglinde's feet were "tank-level" soldiers wearing heavy German armor, a total of thirty-four of them.
Six soldiers out of the original forty were killed by tanks, snipers and rocket launchers.
They were scattered around the Arc de Triomphe, maintaining basic vigilance.
It was such a team that forcefully penetrated the Allied front in Free France and advanced unimpeded all the way to Paris, scaring the top Allied forces into panic.
"This is the battle plan formulated by General Guderian. In another hour, the whole of Paris will be reduced to a sea of flames!"
The senior officer wearing the Hydra armband stood under the Arc de Triomphe, raised his head and said loudly.
The bombing of Paris was an order given by Berlin.
This morning the Third Reich made openly threatening speeches to the Allies.
The other side claimed that unless the Western Allies withdraw to their own territory and declare surrender.
Otherwise, London and New York will be reduced to ruins like Paris.
"Why do I think you want the Allies to put all their power in Paris?"
Sieglinde narrowed her eyes, jumped off the Arc de Triomphe with a slight leap.
Falling from a height of fifty meters to the ground had no impact on this "battleship-level" female soldier.
She bent her legs slightly to relieve the force of her fall and walked up to the senior officer.
"Tell me, what kind of surprise has Hydra prepared for the Allies?"
Sieglinde looked at the senior officer who came to supervise the battle. She was a head taller than the other person, and her words were condescending.
"You don't need to know, Ms. Claudia!"
The senior officer called Sieglinde by her real name and said solemnly: "You are a weapon of the Third Reich. Your only task is to execute orders and obey commands."
"My name is Sieglinde."
This "battleship-level" female soldier raised her eyebrows, and her long blond hair that fell to her waist began to flutter.
"That's a character in an opera. The reason why the Holy General gave you such a name is just..."
Before the senior Hydra officer finished speaking, Sieglinde quickly stretched out her right hand and strangled the opponent's neck.
Lift this guy up like a chicken.
To her, the human body is as fragile as a piece of paper that can be rubbed at will.
"I am Sieglinde, the 'Valkyrie' of the empire. This is the honor bestowed upon me by the general. Also, answer whatever I ask and don't talk too much. This is not Berlin. Soldiers died on the battlefield. It’s a very common thing.”
Sieglinde pursed her lips and let out a cold smile.
The wisps of blazing white energy all over his body were like curved arcs beating incessantly.
If she wanted to, she could roast this self-righteous coward into a ball of charcoal in an instant.
"The Holy General decided to place the final battlefield in Paris to attract the attention of the Allies! Force the Allies to counterattack and send out their immature 'Supermen'!"
The senior officer wearing the Hydra armband was not a die-hard or weak-willed man.
After being threatened with words by Sieglinde, she told her what she knew.
Who told him to see with his own eyes that the "battleship-level" female soldier in front of him blasted a tank into scrap metal.
Countless Allied soldiers died at the hands of the other side, and there was no need for him to become one of them.
"The final battlefield...means the Superman from the Allies may come?"
Sieglinde released her palm and ignored the senior Hydra officer who was trembling with fear.
The three "battleship classes" are all very interested in the Allied Superman, a war hero who was jointly called a "legend" by Roosevelt and Churchill.
If you can unscrew the opponent's head, it will definitely cause a devastating blow to the morale of the Allies.
"Does this credit...do you want me to get it?"
Sieglinde thought so.
She and Siegmund were both dissatisfied that only Siegfried was decorated by the Führer.
General Sheng was busy stabilizing the situation in Berlin and completely ignored this issue.
The so-called Aryan supermen, they are no different from other soldiers.
It also needs to be affirmed, and it also needs medals symbolizing honor, not just as a propaganda object for the Axis powers.
"I hope that Superman from the Allied Forces will come here soon so that I can get an Iron Cross. This will save that bastard Siegfried from showing off his Knight's Cross that was awarded by a dead man!"
Sieglinde's thoughts were scattered and she quietly waited for the bombing to arrive.
Forty minutes later, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes narrowed, and she looked into the distance.
In the dark night sky with dim stars and moon, there seemed to be several transport planes flying over.
Faintly, you can still clearly see the flag of the Allied Powers! (End of chapter)