Strasbourg train station was overcrowded, and the second lane lying in the sun made a sharp metal scraping sound, and then a swarthy tin train quickly passed in front of the crowded passengers. Probably due to the load and the slowdown of the stops, the sound of the wheels crushing against the rails was very harsh, and the passengers who had been forced to delay their rides due to the movement of the army dodged backwards to avoid being sucked into the rails by the whirlwind brought by the train's inertia.

"I heard that there is another war, damn war! I don't know why, but I feel terrified when I hear about the war, God! Didn't Germany just finish beating Italy? A middle-aged man with a melancholy face rubbed and said to his companion.

"This direction is to Metz, not to Italy." The companion next to him replied indifferently.

"To the French border?" The man immediately exclaimed: "God, Germany is going to war with France again, this can't be true, right?" Germine, should we go to Berlin? ”

"Okay Adir, don't think so much, even if Germany and France really have a fight, we can only go to Berlin to find my teacher as originally planned." After speaking, the companion added solemnly: "Don't forget the agreement we made when we left Paris!" Leave France! Forever! Because it is no longer our nostalgic motherland! ”

The more they talked, the more excited they became, and if it weren't for the constant whizzing of the train, their conversation would have been heard clearly by those around them.

"Calm down Jamine, it's God's arrangement, at least we're safe now." The middle-aged man looked at his companion, who was a few years younger than him, patted him on the shoulder, and then whispered to reassure him.

Just as the two were comforting each other, the black train in front of them had slowly left the station, leaving behind two cyan shiny steel rails. At this moment, a short, fat, meaty-faced security guard appeared, with a straight face, waving a small red flag in his hand, running back and forth on the platform, constantly scolding passengers who did not heed the safety warnings.

Because he looked ridiculous when he ran, most of the people watched his jokes and didn't take his warnings seriously. At this time, the radio at the station reminded the staff to prepare to pick up the train, because another vehicle would enter the station immediately.

Humpty Dumpty stretched out his arms and drove the passengers into the waiting room behind him, because many people were indifferent to his warning, Humpty Dumpty's security guard was a little angry, and he took out an iron whistle with a green rope from his bosom, and puffed out two cheeks and blew vigorously at the group of people, because the force was too great, his two eyeballs almost jumped out of the eye frame.

The shrill whistle sounded through Strasbourg station, most of the passengers returned to the waiting hall because of their professionalism or out of fear of him, and then, a shrill metal grinding sound sounded again, a train entered the station and slowly stopped, the sound of the brakes was very unpleasant, and several female passengers hurriedly covered their children's ears.

The whistle sounded again, a slightly different sound, seemingly more penetrating and very harsh. Immediately afterward, the passengers in the waiting hall heard the unique commands of the troops' drills constantly coming from outside.

"It's the Wehrmacht!" A man turned back and shouted to the people in the hall. As a result, many people scrambled to lie on the windowsill to see the strangeness.

Everyone was quickly attracted by the actions of the army, and you pushed me for fear of losing this good opportunity to watch the excitement. The Wehrmacht, a regular German army, dressed in uniform and acting in unison, was in awe of the travelers.

F-FDTL soldiers, carrying backpacks and brand-new semi-automatic rifles, stepped out of the carriages one after another and lined up on the long platforms.

At this time, a captain officer took the lead in singing the "Song of the Armored Corps", and hundreds of people in the entire unit began to sing the military song exclusive to their unit in unison.

"It doesn't matter if it's a storm or a snowflake.

Or is it the sun that smiles at us.

Hot daylight.

Cold nights.

Dusty on your face.

But we're having fun.

Our tanks roar forward! With a gust of dust!

……”

The singing was majestic and powerful, and the Wehrmacht soldiers sang loud military songs and walked through the waiting hall with neat steps. As they walked in front of the passengers, their commander made a "sorry" gesture to everyone.

"They are Wehrmacht armoured units!" People immediately knew the nature of this force through the lyrics.

"Germine, this is the German tank crew, it looks pretty good." The middle-aged man, who didn't know much about military affairs, said to his companion next to him. Because he had been involved in the design of French fighters as an engineer, he did not participate in the First World War,

His companion named Jamine is also an aircraft manufacturing engineer, but he is also a fighter pilot, through his many years of flying experience, he has repeatedly proposed reasonable plans to improve the current aircraft, and later designed some spare parts by himself, and was introduced by Adil to a well-known French fighter manufacturing company, since then the two have worked together, and formed a brotherly friendship.

After the end of the First World War, the French government was extremely poor and owed a huge national debt, in order to repay a large amount of debt, the authorities increased the tax on enterprises at home, forcing enterprises to squeeze the blood and sweat of workers in order to ensure profits.

Because Jamie was an influential public figure in the industrial workers' circles, his remarks were so agitating that he was soon ordered to be arrested and imprisoned.

Adil was the first to learn the bad news, and the two finally escaped the military police after many hardships and hardships.

However, there was no way for the two to stay in France. They had to find a way to smuggle themselves into Germany, and they discussed going to Berlin to find Jamine's teacher, the aircraft designer Camilo Castiglioni, who is now the chairman of the Bavarian aircraft factory.

"I've never seen this uniform before, so I'm not sure if it's an armored soldier." Germine took a closer look at the clothing of the Wehrmacht soldiers who passed in front of him. From the helmet to the shoes worn on the feet, they are covered in camouflage, and the weapons on the backpack are very special.

"I'm sorry Adil, such a unit may be really strange, new weapons, new uniforms, and this military song, this is the first time I have encountered it." Germine really couldn't find the slightest trace of the German army during the First World War, shook his head and said helplessly.

However, Germine also found that the pistols on the waist of the German commander were not made by Ruger, which he was once familiar with, and the shape was completely different, smaller and more delicate than the previous one, and it was not the previous wooden box holster, all of which had been replaced with high-quality leather holsters.