Volume 11, the ship's mother is also going to make a revolution

Chapter 1: A Different World War II (Part I)

September 15, 1945, 4 p.m., Port of Dunkirk, France

The last rays of the autumn sunset, slanting on the messy beach, merge with the dappled yellow sand. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Waves of surging waves, endlessly crashing against the dark seawall, rolling up countless fragments of white foam.

The twilight was dim, the sun was like blood, and the land and sea were dyed a vivid red. It looks dreamlike, but it's not real.

-- In fact, this ancient city with a long history is indeed being red by the flames of war and red by blood......

Under the red sunset, thousands of embarrassed soldiers were pouring into Dunkirk, crowding the docks and alleys, and the beaches were full of soldiers in dirty coats and carrying all kinds of burdens, full of panic, and with empty hands, shouting and kicking at each other, vying for the opportunity to board the transport ships that had evacuated the port. And in the distance, several roads leading to the city are crowded with more people and vehicles. Countless refugees carried their baggage and dragged their families on a difficult trek, and for a time the sound of crying and wailing was endless, which looked extremely dazzling under the reflection of the afterglow of the sunset.

On the roof of a small three-storey building on the edge of the port district of Dunkelke, a banner of the British Empire is hanging down. Toil. Admiral Montgomery held a telescope with his back to the sea, looking down on the war-torn port city, and was silent for a long time.

Everything was a repeat of the Dunkirk evacuation five years earlier.

The British Expeditionary Force and the friendly French forces under his command were again routed all the way, and they poured into the harbor in a chaotic attempt to flee to the other side of the Strait of Dover.

It's just that the last enemy was the Nazis in Germany, and this time the enemy was replaced by the Bolsheviks in Russia......

More powerful, more ferocious, more desperate.

“…… Report to the General, your landline is ready to take off for London. ”

Just as Montgomery was looking at the noisy beach of Dunkirk Harbour with a look of loss, a staff officer with a document bag hurriedly arrived, raised his hand to Montgomery and gave a military salute, and reported in a sonorous voice, "...... The Prime Minister wants you to report to him as soon as possible! ”

“…… Well, got it, without further ado, let's go now! ”

General Montgomery sighed softly, and then glanced nostalgically at the nearest French city to Britain.

This time in the big game for hegemony on the European continent, Britain has already lost everything!

He couldn't help but recall the bleakness and chaos of the last Dunkirk retreat, and the scene where he clenched his fists on the same beach and vowed to come back for revenge...... Next, there are thousands of miles of yellow sand that crisscross the battlefields of North Africa, and there are thunderous thunderbolts that land in Sicily...... In the end, he did come back this year, waving his flag and once again setting foot on French soil, but he still failed to gain a foothold on the continent across the Channel, but was once again beaten to the ground by a more powerful enemy, and had to make a second Dunkirk retreat!

The Netherlands and Belgium were finished, the encirclement of Paris against the French Red had collapsed, De Gaulle's "Free France" volunteers were in the middle of a retreat to the south with the remnants of Pétain's Vichy France, and the destruction of the Grand Fleet further shook Britain's morale.

Although the British army still controlled a number of coastal areas in northern France, such as Brittany and Normandy, there was a shortage of major generals everywhere after repeated defeats, morale was low, and it was very unpopular with the French. It's hard to say how long it will last unless the Americans get a massive blood transfusion right away.

Alas, the old enemy Axis has not yet completely fallen, and the new, more powerful enemy is already standing majestically in front of the horizon.

A red demon is extending its claws all over Europe, making both London and Washington shiver!

What day will Great Britain see the dawn of victory?!

Or is it that all the glory and greatness that once belonged to Britain is already destined to pass away with the wind?!!

Thinking of this, General Montgomery's eyes couldn't help but blur, so he had to bow his head and rub his sad tears, and then turned around and walked towards the field airfield.

Behind him, a British cruiser that had been urgently sent to carry out the evacuation mission was slowly leaving the dock, and the whole battleship turned into a huge refugee ship in the setting sun, full of at least a few thousand people, even the turrets of the main guns were set up with bunks and tents, and the towering bridge was crawling with soldiers and refugees......

-- Fortunately, the enemy was exhausted by this time, and stopped at a great distance from Dunkirk.

So, the second retreat from Dunkirk, at least not under enemy shelling and bombardment......

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Meanwhile, Paris, the Champs-Élysées

When Marshal Zhukov rode in a T-34 tank and led the red division that swept across Europe, passing through the Arc de Triomphe in Paris with high spirits and might, the sun was slowly setting in the western sky, and the gorgeous sunset sprinkled the last of its rays on the Champs-Élysées.

Under the red glow, the beautiful and exquisite buildings on both sides of the street seem to be bathed in a sea of fire in an instant.

-- One hundred and thirty-one years after the end of the Napoleonic Wars, when Tsar Alexander II of Russia entered Paris, the boots of Russian soldiers once again set foot on the Champs-Élysées. This time, though, they came not as conquerors, but as liberators!

After a lapse of 70 years, the Second Paris Commune, which once again raised the red flag, finally waited for its proletarian brothers from the East to win the final victory after withstanding the siege of the German Nazis, the French reactionary army, and the British invaders!

At this moment, the whole of Paris has been transformed into a sea of red flags, and countless reporters have gathered on both sides of the streets, excitedly watching the entrance ceremony of the Soviet Red Army, and the flashes of their cameras are flashing. The citizens of Paris, who were generally malnourished and thin-skinned because of the lack of food supplies during the siege, still stood in the windows and balconies with their eyes shining, waving all kinds of homemade red flags excitedly.

And the Soviet Red Army that entered the city did not disappoint them - in order to show respect for the local master, at the front of the line, the French Communist Red Guards were responsible for guiding the city. Dressed in a variety of raffled civilian uniforms and armed with captured and airdropped weapons from various countries, these French red warriors looked like a rabble, with only the red armbands on their upper arms to prove their identity. They were all tired and haggard from the hard battles of the past days, but the victory that had just come was like the most effective shot in the arm, and they all smiled with excitement on their faces.

The first to emerge were the Soviet Cossack cavalry, born knights with sharp scimitars and fur hats, carrying the dust that swept across Europe, proudly riding their horses down the world-famous Champs-Élysées. Although the costumes of these steppe warriors are generally a little sloppy and the queue is not very neat, the fierce murderous spirit and heroic confidence that are full of them still make people fall for them.

Behind the Cossack cavalry, there was an infantry phalanx of the Soviet Red Army. These selected Soviet infantrymen, holding their own flags, lined up in a solid and neat phalanx, even in the most famous street in the world, still all looked firmly ahead, not a single person turned their eyes to the side, thousands of pairs of leather boots stepped on the ground at the same time, making a neat roar, the ensuing momentum, so solemn, so majestic, brought a strong sense of oppression to everyone at the scene, but also made the citizens of Paris admire.

The visual impact of the infantry phalanx on the citizens of Paris had not yet subsided, and even greater stimuli followed, or rather, it should have been shock, because the Soviet tank troops, the torrent of red ironclad that swept across Europe, had roared slowly and slowly over.

The low roar of the engine came like rolling thunder to the ground. With the slowly approaching rumble, the people present felt the ground beneath their feet, the air around them, and even their internal organs tremble with the roar.

In fact, the Parisians have not seen similar scenes, just five years ago, when Nazi Germany conquered France through a blitzkrieg, the proud Hitler also held a military parade in Paris.

However, in the years that followed, the Soviet Union's ironclad torrent proved to the world that they were strong and invincible with even more brilliant victories.

Now, this torrent of steel from the easternmost point of Europe has crushed the once invincible Nazi German army, and crushed the British Expeditionary Force and the French White Army, which were used as chariots, and swept across the entire European continent with extraordinary arrogance, and flowed mightily to Paris.

-- The Soviet armored convoy participating in the entrance ceremony was in two columns, two meters apart from the left and right and five meters from the front and back, slowly moving along the Champs-Élysées in an overwhelming manner. Composed entirely of T-34 tanks, these angular iron guys give people a dangerous aura of destructive power in the curious and awe-inspiring eyes of the citizens of Paris.

The commanders of the Soviet Red Army, dressed in armored uniforms, stood triumphantly in the turret hatch, leaned out their upper bodies, and waved proudly to the French citizens on both sides, and the red five-pointed stars on the armor plates on the side of the turret shone in the sun. And Marshal Zhukov, who led this red division, also wore a handsome military uniform, sat on a tank, and looked at the crowd on the street with a certain curiosity and longing.

This is Paris!

It is the capital of romance and art that shines throughout Europe, and the cradle and holy place that gave birth to the revolution in modern Europe.

And the first socialist regime in the history of mankind was born precisely in Paris.

Although the Paris Commune 70 years ago lasted only a few months, it collapsed under the combined stifle of the reactionary forces of various countries. Today, however, in the midst of the flames of the Second World War and the furious advance of the Soviet Red Army, the Paris Commune has been resurrected and resurrected, and is constantly expanding its occupation zone towards the goal of "Red France".

At the same time, in Berlin, in Warsaw, in Budapest, in Vienna, one bright red flag after another was being raised.

Of course, Marshal Zhukov also knew very well that although the skirt of the goddess of victory had now been lifted high towards the Soviet Red Army, and a red Europe seemed to have dawned, they still had to overcome countless difficulties and dangers before winning the real final victory.

Although the British had to make a second Dunkirk retreat after being defeated in Belgium and the Netherlands, they still controlled a series of coastal strongholds such as Normandy, Brittany, and Bordeaux. The French White Army of Charles de Gaulle and Petain was also entrenched in the south of France, in a vain attempt to die in vain.

As for the vast occupation zone of Central Europe behind the Soviet Red Army, the flames of war were extinguished, there were ruins everywhere, the remnants of the Nazis had not yet been wiped out, and the new Red regime had just begun to be established, far from being consolidated. And the American Yankees are also likely to join the ranks of the enemy in the near future.

-- At present, Konev's Northern Italian Front is facing off against Eisenhower's American forces in Rome, each occupying half of Italy. Although it can barely maintain peace for the time being, it is also possible that it will turn into a full-scale war at any time.

Alas, the journey of the Soviet Red Army from Eastern Europe to Western Europe, from Moscow to Paris, was too long.

Even the indestructible torrent of ironclad has basically reached its limit after rumbling past the Eiffel Tower.

But despite all these glooms and threats, it did not prevent them, the Bolsheviks, from enjoying the glory and victory of the moment!

Thinking of this, Marshal Zhukov leaned out half of his body from the turret of the tank and waved his hand:

“…… Comrades, play our music! ”

The next moment, the Champs-Élysées resounded with the majestic and deafening "March of the Soviets", the majestic and powerful notes of which were transmitted to every corner of the tank by the high-powered loudspeakers on the tanks, and the glass windows on both sides of the street trembled to the roar of chords - although this song, which appeared only after the outbreak of war, was not an official national or military anthem, it was surprisingly popular because of its rich Russian aesthetic of rugged violence. The citizens of Paris were also intimidated by it, and the Bolshevik fighters were in high spirits at the sound of enthusiastic music.

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“…… Very good! Let's sing it along! ”

“…… Ulla! ”

The steel track wheels rotated and rolled over the road, the military flags were bright red and dazzling, and the dusty soldiers sang in unison one after another:

Our Soviets will punish the whole world!

From Europe to the Neva River to the east,

Everywhere on the earth will sing:

Capital, vodka, our Soviet giant bear!

Our Soviets will punish the whole world,

From Europe to the Neva River to the east,

Everywhere on the earth will sing:

Capital, vodka, our Soviet giant bear!

Banzai! 10,000~~~ years old!

-- Although most of the audience did not understand Russian, it did not prevent them from feeling the confidence, heroism and might of the song.

Countless flickering camera lenses have made this day in history remembered on film, and the roar of the giant red bear has been transmitted to the rest of the world - up to now, all the opponents who dared to face this giant bear have either been buried in the grave or are trembling in front of the bear's paws......

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Orleans, Central France

At this time, Orleans, a city famous for Joan of Arc, was already a dilapidated scene of war, and a wisp of green smoke was rising in front of the church that had been baptized by shells. Collapsed houses and bomb craters everywhere add a tragic touch to this ancient city.

Groups of French soldiers, routed on the outskirts of the defensive line, were retreating into the city in groups of three or five, and then gathered in a square in a disorderly manner. Among them were the volunteers of Charles de Gaulle's "Free France" and the Vichy government army under Marshal Petain, but they were all the same tired, depressed and depressed at this time, regardless of their status. Many people have lost their weapons in the chaos, and many others have been injured to varying degrees.

When they were running with their backs to the rain of bullets and bullets, these routs didn't have the heart to think about what they didn't have. When I ran into the relative safety of the city, I took a breather, looked at the smoke rising slowly in the distant suburbs, and listened to the rumbling explosions, and couldn't help but feel distraught.

Coupled with the fact that these routs are not subordinate to each other, and no one listens to anyone's orders, the city defense headquarters of Orleans is already in chaos and paralyzed, and no one can take care of these guys. It didn't take long for them to start arguing and shouting, making the square noisy.

“…… Damn, it's all because you lackeys licking the Nazis' ass! Got the French mother like this! ”

“…… Isn't it honorable for you bastards who have gone to the British? Bah! Quisling! ”

“…… My God! Nazi Germany is already gone, so why are we still fighting? I want to go home! ”

“…… Go home? You've heard about the Soviets' rebellion, right? Do you think the Bolsheviks will spare you this counter-revolutionary? ”

“…… Oh, yes! For the sake of the motherland, we must keep fighting! Don't be discouraged, although the battle to retake Paris has failed, we still have half of France as the rear, and the United States and Great Britain will also provide us with a steady stream of reinforcements and funding, just like the last war......"

“…… It's useless! No amount of reinforcements will be of any use! The Soviets had an atomic bomb! The British fleet has been sunk off the coast of Holland! ”

“…… And even if we had to continue fighting the Soviets, we wouldn't listen to a bunch of Nazi lackeys! ”

“…… That's all in the past! We're all French, so why can't we unite? ”

“…… Joke! The reds in Paris are French too! Why don't you take refuge in the past? ”

……

“…… Be quiet! Don't make any noise for me! ”

At this moment of confusion, with a rough and powerful shout, a tall captain Qi Yu walked out with a high spirit, and then stood on the edge of a fountain in the center of the square with his chest and abdomen, and shouted in front of the people in the square:

“…… Look at your uniforms! Look at the guns you've got in your hands! Soldiers, it won't be long before the murderous enemy will come to us, point their guns at us, and drop bombs on us with their planes! The war is far from over, and you are squabbling here! Debating whether or not to unite! We're discussing when we'll be able to get out of here! Are you going to fall under the bullets of the enemy in the midst of each other's skins?

Cowardice, cowardice, and selfishness have completely dominated your nerves, making it impossible for you to see the road ahead! Let me ask, if you think about it carefully, do we have a way out? No! Those red brains are trying to ravage all of Europe! What if some of us were able to escape? The cowards will be greeted with even more violent storms and more ferocious enemies! We have no way back! But don't be too pessimistic! We are lucky, it is because of these sufferings, it is because of the baptism of these wars that we have the possibility of being favored by the god of luck! We have to grit our teeth and give it our all! Otherwise, we will achieve nothing! We should fight until the last moment, and the future will definitely belong to us! ”

“……”

The whole square was immediately shocked by this guy's angry voice, and fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

However, just as the captain of the Vichy French government army was proud of his oratorical eloquence, and was ready to make persistent efforts to bring these unruly thorns under his command, he saw the rout in front of him showing a panicked look and fled in all directions, and he could not help but be angry for a while.

“…… You ......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a strange whistling behind him, and just as he was about to turn his head to look, he felt that his eyes suddenly flickered...... Then at the last moment before being lifted into the air and losing consciousness, a violent roar was heard.

“…… Boom~~"

The sound of the explosion like thunder made the ground tremble, and the routs who had been focused on the square were all thrown to the ground, accompanied by screams and prayers of various tones as the earth and rocks fell from the rope. But then, with a group of shadows falling from the sky, the heads of the bombs rained down like droplets, exploding in pieces, and the shrapnel flying in all directions knocked down the soldiers in pieces, or threw one of the unlucky soldiers into the sky, creating a place of screaming and groaning wounded and bloody corpses. Even those who hid in the house were not necessarily lucky, because the shock wave shattered the glass of the window, and all the unlucky ones who could not escape were embedded in several pieces of broken glass.

But Rao is so, the Soviet Il-2 attack aircraft group in the air still seems to be unsatisfied, and once again dived down, using machine guns to shoot burning chains of fire on the ground, tearing many French soldiers who were lucky enough to survive to shreds...... In the face of these sudden arrivals, the irresistible Grim Reaper, the remnants of the French soldiers, who had lost their command and had no anti-aircraft weapons at hand, had to crawl into the cellars and sewers, and then some cursed and cursed the damned Bolsheviks with all the most vicious words they knew. But many more held their heads and sobbed quietly, or clenched their fists in grief, while others whispered scriptures and began to pray for those who had fallen in battle.

And at the end of the distant street, on the spire of a certain cathedral, a red flag full of bullet holes has been slowly rising in the smoke of gunpowder.

-- Although it is the end of the crossbow, at least for the moment, the red torrent is still unstoppably advancing slowly and inadvertently on the European continent......

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Rome, Italy

The ancient capital of the Roman Empire, once the center of European civilization, is now artificially divided in half, with the red flag of the Soviet Union and the Stars and Stripes of the United States flying in the city at the same time, while the Italians seem to have been reduced to vanquished, no longer in charge of the future and destiny of the land.

-- At the end of the fascist regime in Italy, the US-British coalition forces in the south not only took away Italy's North African colonies, but also took control of Sicily in southern Italy through a devastating landing war, peeking into the Apennine Peninsula and preparing for attack. With the cooperation of the red guerrillas of the countries of Southeast Europe, the Soviet army swept through the entire Balkans in one go, and quickly broke through Croatia and Austria, thus knocking on the northern gate of Italy.

So, after the news that Berlin had been captured by Soviet troops and that Hitler had committed suicide by poisoning, the panicked Italians staged a military coup d'état, overthrowing Mussolini, who had been devastated by repeated defeats, and then announced that they would withdraw from the war, hoping for a "decent peace".

But it is a great pity that these naïve Italians did not wait for a "decent peace" and ushered in the north-south advance of the American and Soviet armies - the Soviet Union quickly formed the Northern Italian Front, and under the command of Marshal Konev, it crossed the Alps and marched south; Eisenhower, commander of the European forces stationed in Europe, also took the US-British coalition forces to cross the sea north from Sicily, which he had previously occupied, after receiving the news.

In the face of the menacing Allied forces, the Italian armies along the route had already collapsed on their own because of the Roman coup d'état and the surrender declaration, and they disbanded or surrendered without any resistance at all. The Allied offensive turned into a peaceful takeover and armed marches until the two sides "met" in Rome.

-- Turning to the dictionary, the word "rendezvous" refers to the rendezvous of several friendly forces acting independently in the field. But the Soviet army and the US-British coalition army that "met" in Rome did not look like a friendly army no matter how you look at it. As soon as the two sides met, a skirmish broke out, and although the conflict did not escalate, they each seized the spot, remained ready for battle, and confronted each other on Italian soil.

Then, Italy was divided into two halves in the north and south, with Rome as the center, by the Soviet army and the combined forces of the United States and Britain. The Soviet Union fostered the Communist Party of Italy in the north and formed the Red Regime in Northern Italy. The United States, for its part, raised a "free Italian government" in the South. The original King of Italy was deposed, and Mussolini was escorted to London to prepare for his war crimes...... Although the Italians were very frustrated by such a situation of slaughter, it seemed to be a small certain happiness to be able to say goodbye to war and restore peace without scorching their homeland.

However, even such a small certain happiness seemed to be in danger of coming to naught for the time being, and then, as the Soviet and British armies fought for the survival of the French Red regime in France and the Low Countries, the air in the Italian peninsula suddenly became tense.

Although due to the restraint of Field Marshal Konev and the pressure of General Eisenhower, and the deliberate transfer of British troops out of the confrontation line area near Rome, the American and Soviet occupation forces stationed in Rome are barely at peace for the time being, and even General Patton, who likes to speak harshly, has not made any actual provocative moves. But in fact, even the old man and aunt who sold newspapers on the street knew that as long as the two sides completely collapsed and the White House was determined to turn against the Kremlin, then Rome would instantly become a battlefield and be reduced to ashes by the artillery fire of the occupying forces of various countries.

Sadly, in a war that could break out in Italy at any time, there were no Italians at all.

With the Italian army already disbanded, both the American and Soviet forces seemed to believe that the opinion of the Italians did not matter at all, and that the only thing they had to do was to sign and seal the agreement.

At this time, the Italians suddenly realized the mood in the hearts of the Czechoslovakians at the Munich Conference a few years ago.

In short, everyone was anxious and eagerly awaited the final decision ...... Moscow, Washington, and London.

Countless flickering camera lenses have made this day in history remembered on film, and the roar of the giant red bear has been transmitted to the rest of the world - up to now, all the opponents who dared to face this giant bear have either been buried in the grave or are trembling in front of the bear's paws......

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Orleans, Central France

At this time, Orleans, a city famous for Joan of Arc, was already a dilapidated scene of war, and a wisp of green smoke was rising in front of the church that had been baptized by shells. Collapsed houses and bomb craters everywhere add a tragic touch to this ancient city.

Groups of French soldiers, routed on the outskirts of the defensive line, were retreating into the city in groups of three or five, and then gathered in a square in a disorderly manner. Among them were the volunteers of Charles de Gaulle's "Free France" and the Vichy government army under Marshal Petain, but they were all the same tired, depressed and depressed at this time, regardless of their status. Many people have lost their weapons in the chaos, and many others have been injured to varying degrees.

When they were running with their backs to the rain of bullets and bullets, these routs didn't have the heart to think about what they didn't have. When I ran into the relative safety of the city, I took a breather, looked at the smoke rising slowly in the distant suburbs, and listened to the rumbling explosions, and couldn't help but feel distraught.

Coupled with the fact that these routs are not subordinate to each other, and no one listens to anyone's orders, the city defense headquarters of Orleans is already in chaos and paralyzed, and no one can take care of these guys. It didn't take long for them to start arguing and shouting, making the square noisy.

“…… Damn, it's all because you lackeys licking the Nazis' ass! Got the French mother like this! ”

“…… Isn't it honorable for you bastards who have gone to the British? Bah! Quisling! ”

“…… My God! Nazi Germany is already gone, so why are we still fighting? I want to go home! ”

“…… Go home? You've heard about the Soviets' rebellion, right? Do you think the Bolsheviks will spare you this counter-revolutionary? ”

“…… Oh, yes! For the sake of the motherland, we must keep fighting! Don't be discouraged, although the battle to retake Paris has failed, we still have half of France as the rear, and the United States and Great Britain will also provide us with a steady stream of reinforcements and funding, just like the last war......"

“…… It's useless! No amount of reinforcements will be of any use! The Soviets had an atomic bomb! The British fleet has been sunk off the coast of Holland! ”

“…… And even if we had to continue fighting the Soviets, we wouldn't listen to a bunch of Nazi lackeys! ”

“…… That's all in the past! We're all French, so why can't we unite? ”

“…… Joke! The reds in Paris are French too! Why don't you take refuge in the past? ”

……

“…… Be quiet! Don't make any noise for me! ”

At this moment of confusion, with a rough and powerful shout, a tall captain Qi Yu walked out with a high spirit, and then stood on the edge of a fountain in the center of the square with his chest and abdomen, and shouted in front of the people in the square:

“…… Look at your uniforms! Look at the guns you've got in your hands! Soldiers, it won't be long before the murderous enemy will come to us, point their guns at us, and drop bombs on us with their planes! The war is far from over, and you are squabbling here! Debating whether or not to unite! We're discussing when we'll be able to get out of here! Are you going to fall under the bullets of the enemy in the midst of each other's skins?

Cowardice, cowardice, and selfishness have completely dominated your nerves, making it impossible for you to see the road ahead! Let me ask, if you think about it carefully, do we have a way out? No! Those red brains are trying to ravage all of Europe! What if some of us were able to escape? The cowards will be greeted with even more violent storms and more ferocious enemies! We have no way back! But don't be too pessimistic! We are lucky, it is because of these sufferings, it is because of the baptism of these wars that we have the possibility of being favored by the god of luck! We have to grit our teeth and give it our all! Otherwise, we will achieve nothing! We should fight until the last moment, and the future will definitely belong to us! ”

“……”

The whole square was immediately shocked by this guy's angry voice, and fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

However, just as the captain of the Vichy French government army was proud of his oratorical eloquence, and was ready to make persistent efforts to bring these unruly thorns under his command, he saw the rout in front of him showing a panicked look and fled in all directions, and he could not help but be angry for a while.

“…… You ......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a strange whistling behind him, and just as he was about to turn his head to look, he felt that his eyes suddenly flickered...... Then at the last moment before being lifted into the air and losing consciousness, a violent roar was heard.

“…… Boom~~"

The sound of the explosion like thunder made the ground tremble, and the routs who had been focused on the square were all thrown to the ground, accompanied by screams and prayers of various tones as the earth and rocks fell from the rope. But then, with a group of shadows falling from the sky, the heads of the bombs rained down like droplets, exploding in pieces, and the shrapnel flying in all directions knocked down the soldiers in pieces, or threw one of the unlucky soldiers into the sky, creating a place of screaming and groaning wounded and bloody corpses. Even those who hid in the house were not necessarily lucky, because the shock wave shattered the glass of the window, and all the unlucky ones who could not escape were embedded in several pieces of broken glass.

But Rao is so, the Soviet Il-2 attack aircraft group in the air still seems to be unsatisfied, and once again dived down, using machine guns to shoot burning chains of fire on the ground, tearing many French soldiers who were lucky enough to survive to shreds...... In the face of these sudden arrivals, the irresistible Grim Reaper, the remnants of the French soldiers, who had lost their command and had no anti-aircraft weapons at hand, had to crawl into the cellars and sewers, and then some cursed and cursed the damned Bolsheviks with all the most vicious words they knew. But many more held their heads and sobbed quietly, or clenched their fists in grief, while others whispered scriptures and began to pray for those who had fallen in battle.

And at the end of the distant street, on the spire of a certain cathedral, a red flag full of bullet holes has been slowly rising in the smoke of gunpowder.

-- Although it is the end of the crossbow, at least for the moment, the red torrent is still unstoppably advancing slowly and inadvertently on the European continent......

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Rome, Italy

The ancient capital of the Roman Empire, once the center of European civilization, is now artificially divided in half, with the red flag of the Soviet Union and the Stars and Stripes of the United States flying in the city at the same time, while the Italians seem to have been reduced to vanquished, no longer in charge of the future and destiny of the land.

-- At the end of the fascist regime in Italy, the US-British coalition forces in the south not only took away Italy's North African colonies, but also took control of Sicily in southern Italy through a devastating landing war, peeking into the Apennine Peninsula and preparing for attack. With the cooperation of the red guerrillas of the countries of Southeast Europe, the Soviet army swept through the entire Balkans in one go, and quickly broke through Croatia and Austria, thus knocking on the northern gate of Italy.

So, after the news that Berlin had been captured by Soviet troops and that Hitler had committed suicide by poisoning, the panicked Italians staged a military coup d'état, overthrowing Mussolini, who had been devastated by repeated defeats, and then announced that they would withdraw from the war, hoping for a "decent peace".

But it is a great pity that these naïve Italians did not wait for a "decent peace" and ushered in the north-south advance of the American and Soviet armies - the Soviet Union quickly formed the Northern Italian Front, and under the command of Marshal Konev, it crossed the Alps and marched south; Eisenhower, commander of the European forces stationed in Europe, also took the US-British coalition forces to cross the sea north from Sicily, which he had previously occupied, after receiving the news.

In the face of the menacing Allied forces, the Italian armies along the route had already collapsed on their own because of the Roman coup d'état and the surrender declaration, and they disbanded or surrendered without any resistance at all. The Allied offensive turned into a peaceful takeover and armed marches until the two sides "met" in Rome.

-- Turning to the dictionary, the word "rendezvous" refers to the rendezvous of several friendly forces acting independently in the field. But the Soviet army and the US-British coalition army that "met" in Rome did not look like a friendly army no matter how you look at it. As soon as the two sides met, a skirmish broke out, and although the conflict did not escalate, they each seized the spot, remained ready for battle, and confronted each other on Italian soil.

Then, Italy was divided into two halves in the north and south, with Rome as the center, by the Soviet army and the combined forces of the United States and Britain. The Soviet Union fostered the Communist Party of Italy in the north and formed the Red Regime in Northern Italy. The United States, for its part, raised a "free Italian government" in the South. The original King of Italy was deposed, and Mussolini was escorted to London to prepare for his war crimes...... Although the Italians were very frustrated by such a situation of slaughter, it seemed to be a small certain happiness to be able to say goodbye to war and restore peace without scorching their homeland.

However, even such a small certain happiness seemed to be in danger of coming to naught for the time being, and then, as the Soviet and British armies fought for the survival of the French Red regime in France and the Low Countries, the air in the Italian peninsula suddenly became tense.

Although due to the restraint of Field Marshal Konev and the pressure of General Eisenhower, and the deliberate transfer of British troops out of the confrontation line area near Rome, the American and Soviet occupation forces stationed in Rome are barely at peace for the time being, and even General Patton, who likes to speak harshly, has not made any actual provocative moves. But in fact, even the old man and aunt who sold newspapers on the street knew that as long as the two sides completely collapsed and the White House was determined to turn against the Kremlin, then Rome would instantly become a battlefield and be reduced to ashes by the artillery fire of the occupying forces of various countries.

Sadly, in a war that could break out in Italy at any time, there were no Italians at all.

With the Italian army already disbanded, both the American and Soviet forces seemed to believe that the opinion of the Italians did not matter at all, and that the only thing they had to do was to sign and seal the agreement.

At this time, the Italians suddenly realized the mood in the hearts of the Czechoslovakians at the Munich Conference a few years ago.

In short, everyone was anxious and eagerly awaited the final decision of Moscow, Washington and London......