Reichstag, Berlin, Germany.

The main conference hall, which used to be quiet and solemn, was now full of people, and reporters from all over the world gathered the German head of state around the rostrum, raising their hands frantically to look at him, like a girl waiting for the guests in the green building.

"Okay, I would like to ask the next reporter." Leon smiled and answered the previous reporter's question, then pointed to a black man, "That's you, sir." ”

"Thank you very much! Dear Yuan Xiansheng, I am a reporter from the New York Times. The black reporter saw that Leon had chosen himself, and he immediately became excited, he quickly took out his pen and opened the notebook, and then asked seriously, "My question is, about the war you provoked in Belgium......

"No, no, no." Leon put away his smile and interrupted the reporter seriously, "Before you say your question, I want to correct you that what happened in Belgium was not provoked by us. ”

"Uh......" The reporter was stunned.

"All this is the insistence of the British and French sides, and we warned them countless times before the conflict to withdraw their troops from Belgium and stop unnecessary provocations." Leon shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, "But they didn't take our warnings to heart, and they intensified their efforts to send more troops to Belgium, so they ......"

"But as far as I know, it was you who first sent troops to the front line in Belgium." Although the New York Times reporter is familiar with the government's outrageous rhetoric, he is still the only one in his life to see such a serious reversal of right and wrong as Lyon, "I think your three major army groups have entered the Netherlands in a great way, and I think this is ......."

"That's a normal troop move!" Leon interrupted the American reporter again, and said in a startling tone, "It was a request from the Dutch side, and if anyone here does not believe it, although I can ask the Dutch side for verification, I think Queen Wilhelmina will be more than willing to prove it for us." ”

Prove a fart, the reporters present listened to Leon's words and secretly thought, the Dutch side has long been controlled by you, and now it's not what you say they should do?

"Okay, time is precious, let's listen to the reporter's specific questions." Leon clearly didn't want to dwell too much on the issue.

"Okay, Yuan is born first." The New York Times reporter was not going to continue to appreciate Leon's shamelessness, "My question is, your country is ...... Belch...... After giving so many lives, what do you really want? You've reclaimed everything you lost twenty-two years ago, land, people, money, everything, what do you want? Yuan is born first? ”

Leon listened to the question, was silent for a while, and then stepped down from the podium.

Seeing this, Ludwig hurriedly stepped forward to stop Leon, after all, the people present were from all over the world, and it was difficult to ensure that there were people who wanted Leon's life.

But Leon gently pushed Ludwig away and walked straight into the middle of the crowd.

Wherever they passed, everyone retreated.

"Probably many people think that we are fighting this war to regain the land, the lost money, the lost people that we lost 22 years ago." Leon said slowly, "That's right, the reason why we sacrificed so many soldiers' lives is for this. But that's not all, and I'd like to add something more important than that. ”

"That's dignity!"

"We value dignity more than land money! In addition to the identity of the German Führer, I myself have a more important identity, that is, a veteran! I have experienced that war firsthand, and I have seen with my own eyes how the enemy tore down our battle flag, tore down our flag, and arrogantly trampled under their feet, shouting that our great German army was nothing but a bunch of garbage! Even though they were beaten up by us a few weeks ago! ”

"From that moment on, we lost one of the most important things to us, and that was dignity! It was also from that moment that I made up my mind to regain what I had lost from my hands with my own hands! ”

“An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth！”

"So, Mr. Reporter." Leon patted the black reporter and whispered, "You understand...... What do we want? ”

“Für die ürde！ (For dignity!) The German reporter shouted.

“Für die ürde！ Für die ürde！ The other Germans present reacted to Lyon's shocking speech earlier and shouted in frenzy.

"That Yuan was born first, have you ever thought about how to end this war?" A New York Times reporter asked, standing up to the shouts of the tsunami around them.

"Finish in the right place at the right time, in the right way." Leon smiled and said, "Of course, it would be better if the British and French could surrender directly, so that we can save some troops for other places." ”

"You mean there will be wars elsewhere in Europe?" The New York Times is not a big media outlet, and the reporters they send out are extremely sharp.

To his question, Leon did not answer directly, but asked a question to the black reporter: "I want to ask, as a black person, have you ever been discriminated against in the United States?" ”

"Yuan is born first, to be honest, there is." The black reporter bowed his head.

"That's the answer to your previous question." Lyons pretended to pat the reporter on the shoulder mysteriously, and then in a field of "Für die ürde! He shouted and walked back to the rostrum.

"Gentlemen, be quiet, and don't frighten our friends." Leon stood still on the rostrum, looked at the somewhat panicked reporters from other countries in the audience, and said with a smile.

As soon as Leon's words fell, the hall that had been shouting loudly fell silent, and there was no murmur except for the conversation of some reporters from other countries.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Leon nodded slightly, "I'm a little tired, and I'm really sorry that your next questions will be answered by Mr. Goebbels, the Minister of Propaganda." ”

With that, Leon turned and left the rostrum and walked towards the back door.

As soon as they saw that Leon was leaving, the reporters who were holding back their stomach with questions suddenly became agitated, and they shouted their questions one after another, hoping that Leon would answer them before leaving.

Suddenly, a distinct question overwhelmed the other voices.

"May I ask Mr. Leon, are you and I afraid of being assassinated because your ambition has sacrificed so many lives for no reason?"

As soon as this question came up, the venue fell silent again.

Leon stopped, looked back at the crowd, and asked lightly, "Who asked this question?" ”

"Me!" A man with a thick Polish accent stepped forward.

Seeing the person standing up, several SS soldiers around him immediately raised their submachine guns and quickly stepped forward to control the Polish reporter.