"What's going on, huh? Wow. Ivor immediately got out of the car, instantly understood what was going on, restrained his malice, and knowingly asked, "Performance art?" Has the French been so open? ”

As an English gentleman, in the face of the French, who were both enemies and friends, Ivor could not restrain his desire to insult the law.

For a while, the foreign officials of other representative offices got out of the car, how could they leave with such a good show? Ignoring the kindness of their French companions who wanted to take them around, that's it! That's good......

Alan Wilson took the lead, and a group of British people walked towards the crowd on the street, and when he looked back, among the British civil servants accompanying him, he actually carried a camera, and he suddenly became angry, "What are you doing with a camera?" Don't take pictures later. ”

"Alan, how could I be that kind of person." The foreign representative who was stopped by Alan Wilson retorted with a straight face, "You can't insult a gentleman with such malicious thoughts." ”

Now the gentlemen see that the citizens of Paris are having fun, and want to join in, there is nothing wrong with it. Ignoring the obstruction of Pierre Le Mans and his party, he glared at these undressed French women with vicious eyes, in order to express his indignation at these traitors, in fact, if you think about it, it is not impossible to leave two photos.

Mingling with the French was not Alan Wilson's original intention, and he did get out of the car at the beginning because of male instinct, getting out of the car and getting ready for a good show. He knew in his heart that this was part of the post-war reckoning of the countries of Western Europe, and not just in France.

With the surrender of Germany a foregone conclusion, peace seemed to have seen the light of day, but in fact, when the war had passed, peace had arrived, but Europe had not come to peace.

In Western Europe, a movement called the liquidation of collaborators was launched, and this kind of reckoning with the nature of revenge and punishment after the war was staged in the post-war European countries, and became the demon of hundreds of thousands of people at that time. And in the liquidation movement, especially France, the largest in Western Europe, was most intense.

During the German occupation of France, a large number of French girls fell in love with German soldiers stationed in France. This was not forbidden, and the French men did not protest, but after the war, the once silent French men became angry with revenge and demanded that the women be punished as collaborators.

Alan Wilson's head was still blank in the crowd, when he heard a group of French people shouting slogans, and then someone came out with scissors, this shouting also made Alan Wilson wake up from his brain crash, and the dozen French women in front of him, ranging in age from twenty to thirties, with different faces, all had tears on their faces, their eyes were either empty or desperate, and they were surrounded by excited Parisian citizens.

These French women watched the scissors get closer and closer, but they did not dare to move, fearing that their evasive behavior would bring even greater humiliation.

In the midst of the laughter around him, Alan Wilson suddenly felt that he couldn't stand this kind of scene, and walked out directly, and in front of the stunned eyes of the French, he came to these meticulous women, and then took off his shirt and draped it over a woman's body.

"Who are you, and what is your relationship with these collaborators?" Alan Wilson's move suddenly made the French who were watching the excitement blow up their nests, spitting and cursing, and several young men rolled up their sleeves and prepared to do it to show their bravery.

"Ivor, let's take off our shirts." Alan Wilson shouted at his colleagues that he didn't take the French around him seriously, and when he heard that it was not French, the French around him became even more angry.

The civil servants of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who simply came to France this time, some of whom knew French, quickly switched languages to prevent Alan Wilson from being beaten by the group, and just like that, a group of British diplomats took off their shirts one after another and draped them on the French women who were surrounded.

"Are you British?" One of them, a woman in her early twenties with tears in the corners of her eyes, opened her mouth to ask.

"Of course, a gentleman of the British Empire." As Alan Wilson spoke, he had already turned his back to the French women, and the other civil servants of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs followed suit, blocking these French women behind him, holding his head high and looking at the people around him who couldn't bear to eat melons, his eyes full of arrogance.

Not only that, but before Pierre Le Mans could speak, Alan Wilson had already opened his mouth and shouted, "From now on, this kind of unmanly behavior must be banned." ”

"What's the matter with you British?" I don't know where the voice came from, and the French-speaking diplomatic civil servant next to me translated the words.

"I don't know who you are or where you are hiding. But the voice was man's, and I could hear it. Alan Wilson didn't tell who said it, anyway, it was the Frenchman who said it, and shouted unceremoniously, "There is a saying that war makes women go away, but in fact, the fate of women in war is even more tragic." To be sure, in times of war, governments give priority to men, because men have to fight hard. ”

Speaking of this, Alan Wilson suddenly woke up, how could he not change his professional habits, and began to talk about cars and wheels again on this occasion.

"Defeated, what do you want these women to do? Of course, we do not deny being with the aggressor, which most glorious French citizens could not bear. Alan Wilson, who had come back to his senses, righteously rebuked, "This shame is kept in mind to prevent recurrence in the future, and not after the end of the war, to humiliate the women of their own country, I believe that these women, if they have the means, do not want to mess with the invaders." They are the victims, and now they have to bear the humiliation of you, you are all French, citizens of the same country. ”

It was not loud, but because Alan Wilson and these people were British diplomats who had come to Paris, Pierre Le Mans immediately opened his mouth to dispel the surrounding citizens who were watching the excitement, and the crowd around him was surging.

"You turned out to be such a compassionate person, I didn't expect it." As the crowd dispersed, Ivor leaned over and lowered his voice, "Look at Pierre's face, how ugly it is. I knew I was going to say a couple of words just now! ”

Why can't you forget the insult? Alan Wilson rolled his eyelids, turned to look at these French women with their heads down, and instantly changed his mind in his heart, what can he do if he insults the law?

If there is a rank in the insult, Alan Wilson is obviously a high-level rank, and he thinks that the Sun will definitely like this kind of news, and it is not a problem to occupy the BBC page.