"What is the situation here in Paris, I would like to hear your report, General Bock."

Xu Jun said as he pulled out a few documents from the file shelf next to his desk.

"Although the written report of the army group command is very detailed, it is ......"

Xu Jun opened one of them.

"I think it's better to listen to your personal report and advice on this. General Bock? Xu Jun raised his head and looked at Boke.

The commander of the army group seemed to have anticipated this, cleared his throat, bowed slightly, and then said unhurriedly: "The situation in Paris has basically been described in my report quite comprehensively. Since the Führer wants to know more details, I am very pleased to be able to report to you in more detail. ”

Feng. Bock sat up straight again and began to introduce to Xu Jun and his colleagues what the Germans had done during the dozens of days and nights of the siege of Paris, and what had happened in Paris at the same time.

Most of the things that happened in the first two weeks of Paris were trivial, at least for Xu Jun and several generals and marshals, so most of them could be passed by.

Feng. Bock was well aware of this, and he knew what was really of interest to the Führer and the Commander-in-Chief, and that was probably the real reason why he had been summoned, and the Führer wanted to know what had happened after the seventeenth day of the siege, that is, what had happened after his command had received clear instructions from the High Command.

In fact, as early as the tenth day of the siege, the Parisians could not bear it anymore, and they made several tentative contacts with the Germans.

The French believed that they could negotiate terms and launch their best offensive as long as they made contact with the Germans, and that in their eyes the stupid Germans would eventually agree to their demands, so that they could surrender with dignity and without losing their interests.

But things were not as simple as they thought, and their wishful thinking could not be carried out in the first place.

On that day, a neat line of French ** appeared from the direction of Paris, led by officers dressed in bright military uniforms and carrying exaggerated swords.

The stubborn French were at no time willing to abandon their arrogant gestures, and their penchant for them bordered on paranoia.

Without waving the white flag or indicating any intentions, the unit stopped outside the range of small arms from the German positions.

Next, the high-headed magistrate began to hold a tin horn and asked to meet with the German Supreme Commander in an almost commanding tone.

Looking at the proud French officer who looked like a marshal and the French soldiers around him who were all armed and looking at the German position, the German forward commander really couldn't figure out which of these French people were singing today.

With their domineering posture, I really don't know if they came to surrender or persuade them to surrender.

The forward commander, who was a little uncertain, hurriedly reported the situation to his superiors and asked for instructions on how to deal with it, and the answer was that contact was forbidden until the command of the high command was given, and if the French army continued to advance towards the German positions, it should be issued first, and if it was ignored and opened fire on our troops, it would be resolutely annihilated.

Thus the first test of Germany by Paris turned into an armed confrontation between the two sides.

Had it not been for the strict order issued by the High Command forbidding the Germans to fire first, it would have been difficult to guarantee that a few of the proud Frenchmen would have left the forward positions alive.

Hearing this, Xu Jun and several marshals and generals couldn't help but smile at each other, this is really something that only those Gallic roosters can do, and what the French are best at is not knowing the situation and wantonly swaying their exuberant sense of honor and slightly devalued pride.

After laughing a few times with Xu Jun and several colleagues, Feng. Bock continued his report.

Over the next few days, the French tried to make contact with the Germans in a variety of ways, but each time they were pushed back by the Germans, which was a frustrating affair for both sides.

On one occasion, the French sent a group of representatives of the citizens of Paris, and because the representatives of the citizens of Paris finally knew the time and carried a white flag, and they were civilians, the German forward commanders had no choice but to receive them.

After consulting his superiors again, the forward commander politely sent them back before they were ready to make a request for negotiations, in fact that the escort was more accurate.

The Germans refused to negotiate on the grounds that they were only representatives of the citizens and could not represent the government and the military in Paris, so they were not qualified to negotiate with the Germans. In the end, the Germans also told them that if they approached the German positions again, they would be arrested whether they were civilians or not, even if they carried the white flag, and they carried the letter from the Supreme Commander of Paris to von and Bock and let them take it back with them without even opening it.

The situation has developed to such a point that all of the people on both sides have never encountered it, never even thought of it, and such an absurd situation has never even occurred in the history of the world.

At this time, the relationship between Germany and Paris can already be seen as a joke, and the Paris side has changed from the beginning of the struggle to demand fair and reciprocal negotiations, to the bitter plea that the German army accept their unconditional surrender no matter what, and the words are ambiguous, the attitude is humble, and the will is so firm that if they do not accept the surrender, they are ready to hang the whole city to death.

The Germans earnestly demanded that Paris maintain restraint, give the Germans more time to discuss the specific issue of accepting Paris's unconditional surrender, and very politely asked Paris for understanding......

There is such a thing in the world, one end is crying and shouting for unconditional surrender, while the other end is full of gentlemanly demeanor and asks the other party to maintain restraint and drag on and refuse to accept the other party's surrender.

It is okay that this kind of bizarre situation happened in the Middle Ages, which was made rigid by chivalry, but it did happen in modern Europe, and the side that pushed it was the legendary German army that appeared as fierce and brutal and greedy, which really made people have an urge to hit the tree.

The two sides launched a football game that lasted for a long time, you pulled a big kick, I picked a backhook, and it was not until the German side received Xu Jun's clear order that the game took a turn.

The Germans finally agreed to negotiate with France, but von. Bock was well aware of the times, and he still refused to accept the surrender of Paris, agreeing only to have full-fledged, and only official contacts.

He knew that the authority to accept the surrender of Paris belonged to the High Command, and he did not receive any explicit hints from the High Command in this regard, which meant that if he accepted the surrender of Paris privately, the end would be very interesting.

On the other hand, the Parisian side had already reached the point of desperation, and they were now in dire need of German help.

Now it doesn't matter to them whether the Germans accept surrender or not, it's just a written document, and they can sign it whenever they want.

What they desperately need now is for the Germans to help them keep Paris functioning normally, as long as the Germans nod their heads and let them do whatever they want.

Because by this time, Paris was already in an existential crisis.

The city originally stored a large amount of living materials, but due to the withdrawal of the French government, most of the materials were transferred to the rear in the name of war preparation resources, including most of the city's reserve food.

When the French government evacuated, it left the city with only one week's worth of food, and after the German army surrounded Paris, all food sources in Paris were completely cut off.

Originally, the Parisians thought that the German army would enter Paris in two or three days, but what they didn't expect was that the Germans surrounded it for half a month.

Finally, when the German army was rapidly advancing here, a third of the citizens of Paris fled to other places, and Lieutenant General Dantz, who saw that the situation was not good, immediately adjusted the food rations, so that Paris has held on to the present.

However, now that Paris can no longer hold on, the food reserves have bottomed out, and what is more troublesome is that the city's municipal reserves have been depleted, public facilities can no longer be maintained, and if it is not replenished from the outside, Paris may be plunged into unimaginable turmoil, and everyone knows that the hungry mob is more destructive than the army.

Before requesting assistance from the Germans, the Parisian negotiators thanked the Germans for not cutting off the city's electricity and water supply during the siege, even though the factories on the outskirts were under German control.

They asked the Germans to accept the surrender of Paris as soon as possible in a humanitarian spirit and to restore the supply of goods to Paris, so that Paris could resume normal operations.

Of course, if the latter goal can be achieved, the German army can not accept surrender for the time being, and the Paris side can sign that damn document anytime and anywhere according to the German army's requirements.

"So you agreed to the request of the Parisian side."

Xu Jun closed the document, and he raised his head to look at Feng. Bork.

"Yes, my Führer, in the spirit of humanitarianism and the honor of the Germans, I agreed to the request of the Parisian side, and sent a batch of food and captured French supplies from the logistics of the army group to Paris. I know that this is not within my purview, and I am willing to take responsibility for it. My Führer. "Feng. Bock puffed out his chest and said loudly.

"My Führer, this matter Feng. General Bock had consulted me beforehand, and both I and Chief of Staff Keitel of the High Command agreed with Von. General Bock's request. ”

Brauchitsch interjected on the side, he couldn't see what Xu Jun's attitude was on this matter, but for him, it was his responsibility as an army commander to protect his subordinates, and he could take some of it.

"Where did you all think of it. You think I'm going to punish Feng for this merit. General Bock? ”

Xu Jun smiled and said, "This is indeed a merit, Feng." The decision given by General Bock made me happier than the elimination of a French army group. ”

He looked at Brauchitsch and continued: "I'm very proud of Feng. General Bock was proud to be a commander who upheld the honor of the German army and gained a valuable point in Germany's international reputation. And he also made it possible for us to truly gain Paris. ”

Xu Jun paused, looked at the thoughtful faces of the generals and marshals and continued: "Many of our senior officers think that according to the current situation, we have won the final victory over France. However, I would like to ask them, what is the final victory, is it the final victory to defeat the opponent's army, destroy the opponent's government, and occupy the opponent's territory?

If they think so, they are very wrong, and if our officers have this kind of thinking, I can tell you unceremoniously that our cause will never succeed, and that we will fail, and the worst of all, not a proclamation but a prophecy. ”

Xu Jun took a big sip of tea from the teacup, and finally smiled at the stunned subordinates.

"It seems that you still don't understand what I mean, so you can think about my words when you go back. I don't want to tell you the answer directly, I think that after you think about it, the answer will be more deeply imprinted in your minds. ”

"Alright, you move on, General Bock." Xu Jun said.

Feng. Bock was visibly relieved, he was afraid that the young new Führer would not be happy with the matter.

He didn't know Xu Jun, but what he did know was that if the person opposite was replaced by Hitler, then he would at least be scolded, and it was difficult to say whether there would be a heavier punishment, and he didn't even have to think about getting a reward.

Feng. Bock froze, he now had a new understanding of the new Führer, but now he was not allowed to continue thinking about it, the other party was waiting for his report, so after taking a deep breath, Feng. Bock continued.

"The Parisians are very grateful for our help and they are very satisfied with our generosity."

How could it not be satisfied, a full forty wagons loaded with food and household supplies drove into the platform of the Paris railway station.

Parisians can now easily return to a life of three meals a day, and their supplies have returned to their pre-war levels, even eating the finest bacon and sardines that even German soldiers rarely eat.

The German team maintained the supply of electricity and running water in Paris, and the scarce municipal supplies in Paris were also in place.

All kinds of electrical equipment and building materials were brought from the rear of the German army, from cement and wood to light bulbs and wires, and the precious materials that had been piled up in the warehouses of the French side and accumulated dust were now finally rediscovered.

Most Parisians no longer harbor the same hostility toward the Germans as they once were, and certainly not to the point of gratitude, but at least they feel that the Germans are not as bad as the government advertises.

The cans of the German eagle were not pigs but delicious food, and the contents of the French cans seemed to be more in line with the government's descriptions.

Now the Parisians were convinced that the Germans besieging them were as civilized as themselves, at least in the sense of generosity, and they were now looking forward to the day when the Germans would enter Paris, and they wanted to see for themselves what the real German ** team looked like.

In fact, they got more than they expected that day, because they could see not only the army that was now mystical to them, but also the leader of that army, the Führer of Germany.

"Well, I now have a full understanding of the situation in Paris, you have done a good job, General Bock, you have done a good job, and I will give you a good reward." Xu Jun put down the teacup in his hand and said to Bock with a smile.

"Thank you very much, my Führer."

Bock nodded respectfully.

"Now, let's talk about you, General Kesselling."

Xu Jun turned to Albert, the commander of the 1st Air Force of the Luftwaffe, who had not spoken a word from the beginning to the present. Kasseline.

"I've read the report you gave me, and I'm very interested in it. And I can tell you that I actually had the same vision as you, but I just didn't have the time and energy to implement it.

Now that the war in France is coming to an end, and the air force is ready to repair while preparing for the later operations, it is a good opportunity to make this idea a reality. You see if there's a problem with that. Xu Jun said kindly.

"Everything is according to your will, my Führer."

Kassellin replied respectfully.

Although Xu Jun's prestige in the Air Force is not as high as in the Army, his deterrent power in the Air Force far exceeds that of the Army.

Because under the purge of Goering's henchmen, the air force command structure was cut by more than half by this "non-combat attrition".

This is a good thing for Air Force pilots, at least there will not be another inexplicable thing that a training flight at the squadron level of fighters must be approved by dozens of departments.

But watching those bustling offices and barracks become empty overnight really made the fearless Imperial Eagles feel a little chill in the back of their heads.

This large-scale purge swept away the protracted and cumbersome bureaucracy and style of the Air Force, but it was not expected that the Air Force, after losing its powerful backstage, would instead prompt it to restore its original fierce and capable combat effectiveness.

If there is any sequelae of this incident, it is that as long as the order issued by the Führer's headquarters is now completed, the Air Force basically completes it unreservedly, unconditionally, resolutely and quickly, which is no worse than the order of Goering in the past, and of course this has a lot to do with the current Chief of Staff of the Air Force, Milch.

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