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"The soldiers look excited, my Führer."

Dogen took a military enamel water cup from the hand of the attendant soldier, and then respectfully placed it in front of Xu Jun.

"Oh? Probably the weather is very nice, my dear Dogan. ”

Xu Jun raised his head and glanced at the troops who were resting across the street.

"What time is it?"

Xu Jun picked up the water glass in front of him.

"Seven fifty-five, my Führer."

"Very good, let the troops form up and get ready to go."

After Xu Jun took a big sip of water, he put the cup on the marching table, picked up the military hat on the table and walked out of the awning while wearing it.

"All assembled, whole team!"

A loud command sounded, and the street suddenly became busy, and gray military uniforms were scurrying everywhere.

"My Führer, General Weirle, would like to speak to you."

The communications staff officer trotted all the way over with a microphone, and on the other end of the microphone hung a communications soldier with a radio on his back.

"Oh, give me the microphone."

Xu Jun was standing in front of his special car for the final military appearance check, and Dogen was fascinated by the side, helping him adjust the angle of the medal on his chest.

"Hey, Weierle, there's something to say, I'm leaving here soon, how are you there?" Xu Jun took the microphone and asked loudly.

"What? Very good, General Bock's advice is very good. And where the French? …… I knew it was going to be like this, what's that French general's name? Yes, Dantz, please tell him that I'm very happy with his cooperation.

Lundsteadt's troops should be behind me, I don't see him here...... Is Mueller coming? That's great...... What the? Crashed on the Champs-Élysées? Is he okay? What's going on? Okay, I see, I'll report back when the ceremony is over. First, I set off, and the call was over. ”

Xu Jun handed the microphone back to the communications staff officer, lowered his head and got into his car, Dogen gently closed the door and then turned to the other side to get into the car.

"Something has happened, my Führer." Dougan asked cautiously.

"It's nothing, Wehrle and Bock are ready, the French are ready, everything is going as we expected." Xu Jun smiled bitterly at Daogen.

"Mueller has arrived."

"Oh, General Mueller is here."

"His plane crashed on the Champs-Élysées, but no one was hurt, this showy guy."

Xu Jun raised his eyebrows and touched his nose, turning his gaze to the outside of the car.

"Oh......" Dogen wanted to ask something, but when he realized that the Führer didn't seem to want to speak, he immediately chose to remain silent.

The carriage of the special carriage is very spacious, and it is luxuriously decorated and comfortable like other special items of the Führer.

After being opposed by all the senior generals of the headquarters, Xu Jun had to give up his plan to take his special tank to participate in the city ceremony.

It seems that he is still a little unhappy, but Dougan feels that the advice of the marshal and the generals is not wrong, the great head of the Third Reich to climb up and down a tank when attending such an important ceremony is really unseemly, even if the tank is gorgeously decorated, this is related to the honor of the empire, and there can be no slack.

So, Xu Jun had to sit in a special car made by Mercedes-Benz Company for him.

This is an ultra-luxurious Mercedes-Benz 700L bulletproof model, and Hitler's 700 model is different, this car is installed with a full range of bulletproof armor and a more powerful engine, of course, the weight of this sedan is almost as large as a No. 2 tank, the L in the model represents Reinhardt, the whole car is extremely luxurious both externally and internally, fully in line with the taste of the current European Ducái and his incomparable noble status.

"Let's go! Tank Forward! ”

The commander of the Führer's Guards Tank Regiment shouted loudly from the shiny mirror-like tower of the commander's conning tower, while raising his arms as if he were on the battlefield and then waving them downward, a powerful movement that caused a commotion among the French crowds who were watching the excitement on both sides of the street and on the balcony of the building.

A total of 15,000 German troops participated in the entrance ceremony, and according to Xu Jun's original plan, there was no need for so many troops to participate in the entrance ceremony.

However, when he proposed this plan to Bock and Lundsteder, he was vetoed by the two old guys at the first time.

For good reason, the mood of the soldiers must be taken into account, these four infantry divisions have been here for more than half a month, and they are waiting for this day to come, and if they hear that only a few regiments of troops among them can receive this belated glory, the blow to the morale of the troops and to the hearts of the soldiers will be disastrous.

But you can't go into the city with four infantry divisions, it's ridiculous.

Xu Jun remembered that in the original history of World War II, the German garrison in this city was only 25,000 at its peak, and now more than 50,000 people rushed in one guy, plus equipment and baggage, this is even more of a disaster.

The result of the compromise between the two sides was to select the best soldiers and teams from the four infantry divisions and form a division to participate in the marching ceremony.

Due to the limited number of places, the selection conditions were set higher and higher, so that there were rumors that those who passed this selection might be transferred to the Guards Corps directly under the Führer.

In the end, the elite of the 13,000 German elite came to the fore, and together with the 2,000 Guards selected by Hedrary, a total of 15,000 German officers and soldiers were honored as the first to enter the great city of Paris.

The remaining troops were also compensated accordingly, equivalent to a cash subsidy of one month's allowance, but looking at their appearance, they seemed to prefer to exchange places with the lucky ones selected with two months' allowance, but it was a foregone conclusion, coupled with the military order, everyone could only secretly feel sad.

"Here they are, here they are!"

A scream rang out from the crowd on both sides of the Champs-Élysées, and the atmosphere of the scene, which was originally noisy, was suffocated, and the citizens of Paris all stood on tiptoe and looked at the intersection.

The Champs-Élysées slowly fell silent, and only then could one hear a faint roar from afar.

The citizens could not help but hold their breath, and they could distinguish the rhythmic roar in their ears, which seemed to be like the whipping of a flag in a strong wind, as if it were mixed with some other sounds, rich and swaying, with a strong rhythm that was invigorating.

"Oh ......" The citizens standing at the intersection let out a commotion, mixed with countless deliberately suppressed exclamations.

"Look, Team German!"

People craned their necks, and some of them had already climbed up the trash cans, mailboxes, and anything higher than where he was standing now, despite the careful advice.

"That's cavalry!" With an exclamation, a majestic column of German cavalry appeared on the wide star-shaped square in front of the Arc de Triomphe.

The German cavalry, under the watchful eyes of the citizens of Paris full of mixed emotions, lined up in a neat procession, turned into the Champs-Élysées with great arrogance and indescribable pride.

This was the vanguard of the German army, and compared to the infantry, Xu Jun felt that the cavalry was more friendly to the Parisians.

The appearance of the German cavalry did surprise the Parisians, who imagined that the Germans should be the kind of army that was mechanical, stiff, noisy and dusty, tyrannical and cold, and so on and so forth.

According to the information they received from government propaganda and from rumors in the army, the Germans had been suffering from hunger for ten years for the sake of this war, and in order to make artillery tanks, they had to eat very rudimentary food every day.

The German soldiers were all poorly nourished, lean, and could no longer carry anything but their rifles. That's why they were so keen on mechanization, and the German soldiers couldn't do anything without those trucks and tanks. In contrast, the French soldiers were stronger and more powerful than them, and if it were not for the fact that the other side had not had as many tanks and trucks as the other side, the French would not have failed so badly.

However, now looking at the German ** team in front of them, the Parisians once again despised the shameless things in the government and the army from the bottom of their hearts.

This is what they have dirty, ugly, emaciated German soldiers in their mouths?

The German cavalry was five hundred men, dressed in hot grey uniforms, brown leather gear with glittering grease, shiny grey steel helmets, black high cavalry boots, and medals on their chests that dazzled in the sun.

The same shiny brown harnesses, the horse's chews, the stirrups, the saber that hung in front of the saddle, these metal objects were polished as if they were plated with a layer of silver.

The majestic horses gracefully marched proudly at the same pace, and the Parisian citizens who knew the goods on the side recognized at a glance the bloodlines of these elegant animals, the Hanoverian horse, and the famous German horse on the same level as the British thoroughbred.

No one would have imagined that the Germans would have the luxury of using such a famous stallion as a military horse, which could not help but change the impression of the French of the Germans, at least now that no one would believe the propaganda that the Germans were poor.

"Look, have you been hungry for ten years? What a handsome and majestic man. ”

A Frenchwoman said cheerfully to her companion.

These young, tall, handsome German horsemen who could be models won over in an instant the hearts of most French ladies who watched the entrance to the city with their appearance and temperament, they had never seen such a heroic warrior, and they had the nobility of medieval knighthood that they could not find in a French soldier in any way.

"I really didn't expect the Germans to be so spirited."

"It's very majestic, I've never seen such a strong cavalry until now."

"Indeed, good horses."

French men, on the other hand, have wisely chosen to avoid topics that embarrass them.

"Look, the infantry phalanx is coming."

Before the Parisians could recover from the stimulus of the German cavalry, the phalanx of the German infantry had already stepped on the solid ground of the Champs-Élysées.

The German infantry looked firmly ahead, not one of them turned their eyes to the sides, the phalanx was solid and neat, and that solemn momentum brought a strong sense of oppression to the scene.

The German infantry marched in a straight step that the British ridiculed as a goose step, a thousand pairs of leather boots stepped on the ground with only a roar, and the officer leading the team held a command knife in his hand, and beside him was a flag-bearer, a scene reminiscent of Caesar's Roman legions, as solemn and majestic as the legend, and the citizens of Paris were amazed.

Some people can't help but think to themselves, speaking of which this goose step is different when it comes out of the Germans, it is indeed very interesting.

"This is the German Führer's Guards, do you see that regimental flag?"

A sharp-eyed Frenchman shouted as he pointed to the regimental flag hanging from the flag in the flag in the flag in the flag bearer's hand.

It was a square banner with golden tassels hanging all around, and a silver-gray nine-headed dragon was embroidered in the middle of the snow-white background, the dragon folded its huge wings, and the nine dragon's heads were raised high, and the dragon's mouth seemed to be roaring majestically.

At the top of the silver flag is a golden German eagle emblem, and below it is a black and silver-edged iron cross, and below it is a silver inlaid with gold-rimmed legion nameplate, and the legion flag hangs on the crossbar under the nameplate, and the beautiful nameplate is cast with the golden legion name ...... "Hydra".

"Hydra! The Guards Corps of the German Führer! ”

"No wonder it looks so powerful."

"Sure enough, it lives up to its name, just like it was rumored."

"I now know how we lost."

"Look, so many handsome men, I'm fainting."

"Shut up, aren't our dead children also handsome and mighty?"

"It's different!"

If the cavalry gave the Parisians an excitement, the infantry phalanx gave the Parisians a shock.

Now that there is a commotion on both sides of the Champs-Élysées and a small commotion in the crowd, the French are desperately adjusting their current concepts and perspectives to adapt to the shock and excitement brought to their hearts by these Germans in front of them.

The visual impact of the German infantry phalanx on the citizens of Paris had not yet subsided, and even greater stimulus, perhaps more accurately, shock, had followed, as the huge German armored clusters were already roaring and slowly approaching.

On this day, the eagle is showing off.

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