Paris, Place de l'Etoile.

The battle group, with Sieglinde as the core, took this sparsely populated empty city without much effort.

None of them had encountered any decent resistance since they had penetrated the Allied lines.

Ordinary armies, or sporadic rebels, were as vulnerable to Siegrind as unarmed children.

The Allied bazookas, as well as the tank group shelling tactics, did not play a very obvious role.

"A telegram came from Berlin, and an hour later, the bombing began."

Under the Arc de Triomphe, a high-ranking officer wearing a hydra armband shouted.

The voice of cold silence echoed in the empty star-shaped square, and it was heard far away.

Standing at the top of the Arc de Triomphe, Siegrind looked at the silent city, her brows furrowed, as if she was a little puzzled.

As early as 1940, the Third Reich launched a blitzkrieg invasion of several low-lying countries in Western Europe.

Amid the roar of tanks and artillery, Belgium, the Netherlands, and Luxembourg surrendered one after another and became occupied territories.

France, the former hegemon of Europe, also completely gave up resistance after the German army bypassed the Maginot Line and began to attack south.

As a result, Paris became an "undefended city".

Like a poor girl who is defenseless, she is driven straight by the German man and ravaged wantonly.

And the French government, which was supposed to be the living force of the organization and carried out the last resistance, made a decision in advance and went into exile in Tours.

Seeing that the politicians sitting on the stage had fled, the remaining two million Parisians had fled.

Afterwards, the French government claimed that -

If you continue to resist, it will only cause unnecessary sacrifices of soldiers and civilians, and Paris, with its long civilized tradition, will be razed to the ground and reduced to ruins.

In order to preserve the light of civilization in Paris, to preserve the lives and property of the French people, so - simply surrendered.

I have to say that these people are really logical ghosts, and the Allies have simply picked up treasures.

So, when the German torrent of steel passed through the Place de la Concorde, it did not meet any decent resistance at all.

Paris, known as the "City of Romance", was thus in the shadow of the Third Reich.

You know, at that time, France was known as the most powerful army in the army.

There are tens of thousands of large-caliber artillery pieces, more than 2 million infantry, and more than 3,000 tanks.

As a result, no one expected that the French would surrender in just forty days.

Poland held out for 36 days, Greece successfully resisted for 56 days, and Norway for almost two months.

In contrast, France, as the hegemon of the European continent, did seem to be very stretched, so much so that it later became a famous meme.

Since then, all kinds of "insulting jokes" have emerged one after another, and a trend has gradually formed.

For example, "no one can occupy Paris before France surrenders", "The French military salute is to raise your hands above your head", "Only dwarfs and women can save France", etc.

"I really don't understand why the general wants me to occupy a city that is uninhabited. Paris has long since fallen, and even if it has been recaptured by the Allies, it is not of much value. ”

Under the cloudy night sky, Sieglinde clasped her hands on her chest and said suspiciously.

She was one of the "battleship-class" created by the Berlin side, with long blonde hair, considered of noble Aryan blood, combed into long braids that hung down behind her shoulders.

Nearly two meters tall, physique, strong and powerful, exuding a strong momentum, people dare not take it lightly.

At Siegrind's feet were "tank-class" soldiers dressed in German heavy armor, thirty-four in all.

There were originally forty people, and six soldiers were killed in the targeted combat of tanks, snipers and bazookas.

They were scattered around the Arc de Triomphe, maintaining a basic vigilance.

It was such a team that broke through the Allied front of the Free France and advanced all the way to Paris, frightening the Allied high-level to panic.

"This is the battle plan drawn up by General Guderian. In another hour, the whole of Paris will be on fire! ”

The senior officer, wearing the armband of the hydra, stood under the triumphal arch and said loudly with his head tilted.

The bombing of Paris was an order given by the Berlin side.

This morning, the Third Reich openly made threatening speeches to the Allies.

The other side claims that unless the Western Allies withdraw to their territory and announce their surrender.

Otherwise, London, New York, and then Paris, will be reduced to ruins.

"Why do I think you want the Allies to put all their forces in Paris?"

Sieglinde narrowed her eyes, jumped lightly, and jumped off the Arc de Triomphe.

Falling from a height of fifty meters to the ground did not have any effect on this "battleship-class" female soldier.

With a slight bend of her legs, she took the weight of her fall off and walked in front of the senior officer.

"Tell me, what kind of surprise did Hydra have in store for the Allies?"

Sieglinde looked at the senior officer who had come to supervise the battle, she was a head taller than the other party, and there was a kind of condescension in her speech.

"You don't need to know, Ms. Claudia!"

The senior officer called Sieglinde's real name and said in a deep voice: "You are a weapon of the Third Reich, and your only task is to carry out orders and obey commands." ”

"My name is Sieglinde."

The "battleship-class" female soldier raised her eyebrows, and the blonde hair that fell to her waist fluttered.

"That's a character from an opera. The reason why the Holy General gave you such a name is nothing more than ......"

Before the senior officer of Hydra could finish speaking, Sieglinde quickly stretched out his right hand and directly grabbed the other party's neck.

Like a chick, he lifted this guy up.

To her, the human body is as fragile as a piece of paper that can be rubbed freely.

"I am Siegrind, the 'Valkyrie' of the Empire, a glory bestowed upon me by the General. Also, whatever I ask, you answer, don't talk too much. This is not Berlin, where it is common for soldiers to die on the battlefield. ”

Zieglind's lips pursed, and a grim smile escaped.

The wisps of incandescent energy around his body were like curved arcs beating non-stop.

As long as she wants, she can bake this self-righteous coward into a ball of charcoal in an instant.

"General Saint has decided to put the final battlefield in Paris to attract the attention of the Allies! Force the Allies to fight back and send their immature 'Superman'! ”

The high-ranking officer, who wears the armband of the hydra, is not a diehard and weak-willed.

After being verbally threatened by Sieglinde, he told the news he knew.

Who told him to see with his own eyes, the "battleship-class" female soldier in front of him blasted a tank into scrap metal.

There are countless Allied soldiers who have died at the hands of the other side, and there is no need for him to become one of them.

"The Final Battleground...... Meaning that that Superman of the Confederates might come? ”

Siegrind let go of his palm, ignoring the frightened senior Hydra officer.

The three "battleship classes" were all interested in the Allied Superman, the war hero who Roosevelt and Churchill jointly called "legendary".

If the other party's head can be screwed off, it will definitely deal a devastating blow to the morale of the allies.

"Credit for that...... Do you want me to be caught? ”

Sieglinde thought.

Both she and Siegmund were unhappy that only Siegfried had been awarded the Führer's medal.

The Holy General was busy stabilizing the situation in Berlin and completely ignored this issue.

The so-called Aryan supermen, they are no different from other soldiers.

It also needs to be recognized, and it needs medals of honor, not just as an object of Axis propaganda.

"Hopefully that Allied Superman will come over soon, so I can get an Iron Cross. Save that bastard Siegfried from always showing off his Knight's Cross awarded by the dead! ”

Siegrind's mind drifted, quietly waiting for the bombardment to come.

Forty minutes later, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes condensed a little, and she looked into the distance.

In the dark night sky with stars and moon, it seemed that several transport planes flew over.

Faintly, you can still see that it is the flag of the Allies!