81_81266 The occupation of Paris by the German army, the catastrophe that the French had imagined countless times, but which had almost never happened, had now become an accepted reality. By this time, France and England had taken 1.5 million prisoners by Germany, and Paris had become an indisputable German-controlled city.

Soon General Rundstedt summoned Roger Langeron, commander of the gendarmerie police unit in Paris, France, and gave his assurances to the magistrate: "Your Excellency, I would like you to cooperate with the actions of the German ** team, and to ensure that the action will be carried out smoothly." If I don't get into trouble because of what you're responsible for, I won't waste everyone's time by bringing you in again. ”

Soon the citizens of Paris in France knew that they had been deceived, that the German soldiers had no intention of violating military discipline at all, and that these front-line combat troops rushed by, as if they did not even have time to go to a restaurant for breakfast or to see the Louvre. Behind these GIs, only a few hundred soldiers were left behind to maintain basic order on the road.

The women did not happen, and most of the German soldiers were polite, and they poured into the French shops with large sums of money to buy their favorite souvenirs. They ate steaks in French restaurants, and soon the beef was sold out, because these things are all food supplies in Germany and are rarely seen.

What is even more satisfying is that the soldiers finally have another chance to get close to the opposite sex. Several famous J courtyards in Paris are reserved for German officials to enjoy, and as ordinary soldiers, they can only go to some relatively poor entertainment places. But they also did not resort to such places, because in the streets of Montparnasse women walked cheekily pestered any German soldiers who passed by.

"They're French after all!" The serious people who passed by were very ashamed to arrive, and the French locals who were drinking coffee nearby also felt that their pride was greatly hurt. But life went on, so no one really dared to trouble the German occupation forces.

Some have changed quickly and shamelessly enough to hang signs in their shops that read in German, "No non-Aryans." Use this resentful way to attract new guests. If Accardo saw this scene, he would know that in every country there is that kind of disdainful guy.

The day after the German occupation of Paris, a letter from the French with a strange address was written: "Paris, Germany". The messenger held the envelope and laughed, but the Germans thought of the symbolism, and soon a commemorative stamp of "Paris, Germany" was issued.

Of course, not all friendly attitudes are mercenary, at least not in Paris. Some women of good blood should have hated the invaders, but they found themselves lightly touched by the neat and resolute march of the German people.

The German officers were graceful and generous. A French beauty was so frightened that her legs were weak when she saw the German invading army, and she saw two German officers in trench coats walking towards her, and she was so frightened that she could only cover her chest with her hands.

As a result, the German officer politely stepped forward to say hello, and then helped the beautiful woman to sit down at the table in the open-air café on the side, and the German Wehrmacht major smiled and ordered a drink for her, and chatted humorously.

Later, the beautiful woman confessed: "I drank champagne there with the enemy, oh God, he was polite and looked like a nobleman." So I left my address and I don't think there's anything wrong with that. ”

Questions such as these had the strictest consequences in the minds of the citizens of Paris, and a Frenchman sighed and complained: "Soon there will be hordes of German children everywhere." And the taxi driver who was driving next to him shrugged his shoulders helplessly: "No way, it's nature." ”

On the first day of the German occupation of Paris, German war photographers and American journalists captured incredible scenes of women walking down the streets hand in hand, as if from the very beginning.

The short stay of ordinary German soldiers in Paris did not stop these people from curious, and many of them wanted to feel the enlightenment and edification of art and culture, so they took a short break to enjoy what Führer Accardo called "the miracle of Western civilization". With fanatical fervor, the soldiers visited the proximity of the rue de Montmartre and other old streets, while the inhabitants of these places sat in the coffee shops along the roadside, trying to hide their contempt for the young tourists.

Of course, resistance pervaded every corner of the city, and by the time SS troops stormed the museums of Paris, all the collections, including the Louvre, had been drastically reduced. In the days leading up to the occupation of Paris, the French government had already transported more than 3,000 precious paintings and sculptures to secret storage sites throughout France. Even the legendary Venus de Milo was gone, and an empty SS unit returned in vain, and the Germans had to find a replica to meet the needs of the visitors.

"If they take half of the art collection efforts, we will lose at least 10,000 people in Paris. Standing in the hall of the Louvre in Paris, Guderian stood in front of Venus in dust, sighed and said: "But I'm not interested in Venus, I prefer Frederick, Frederick rocket artillery." ”

In the coming days, the dazzling performances will continue, and the singing and dancing of the Moulin Rouge will remain unforgettable. The energetic chorus welcomes all, and the laughter on stage replaces the grief of losing one's homeland. All this reaffirms one critic's assessment of the city of Paris as "a city of frivolity, boredom and depravity like no other".

Unfortunately, the German soldiers did not seem to be interested in the performances of stripping naked and twisting their bodies to please the audience, as one French poet described the German soldiers who came to watch the performance: "Under the fairyland-like light, I saw 60 women naked, and these soldiers were so gloomy that they seemed to want to go back to their distant home." ”

It seemed impossible to go home, because according to the order of the German High Command, Army Group B cut south between Army Group A and Army Group C, filling the central void formed by Army Group A after Operation Scythe, and then this huge infantry-based army group began to move south, rounding the back of the French Maginot Line, directly threatening the flank of the last formed main force of France.

On the one hand, Army Group A stormed along the coastline and ate up the British Expeditionary Force and the French troops along the coast, while the main force of Army Group A launched a frontal offensive at the same time, occupying Paris and dealing the final fatal blow to France.

Because of Gan Molin's suicide, the French ** team was now all under the command of General Wei Gang, who divided the troops into small squares like an international chessboard, and stipulated that the troops in each grid must resist stubbornly.

In order to prevent the Germans from penetrating the line and destroying the entire defense system as quickly as they did in early January, he prepared to build a solid and solid defense system. But he had no armoured troops at his disposal, and no mechanized troops to fortify the fortress and plug the gaps in the defensive line.

De Gaulle, who had wasted the French Panzer Corps, was retreating to Troyes with the remnants of his defeated army, and the French 10th Panzer Corps in his hands was now only a pitiful 30 tanks. Rather than saying that his unit was a tank army, it is better to say that his unit is a tank regiment.

In the end, Wei Gang could only admonish his soldiers with his tough attitude, hoping that these men could survive the most difficult moment in France: "The battle that is the fate of the country is about to start from the place where we are stationed, and as for the retreat, please don't even think about it! All commanders, from the army level to the platoon level, must make up their minds and fight until the last moment!"

This agitation seemed to be ineffective against the Germans, whose positions were lost again and again, and the French lines retreated again and again. But it seems that they played their own way on the other front, and the French soldiers of 15 divisions defeated twice as many Italians as they were, happily escaping the curse of bad luck from the recent losing streak and throwing this curse of bad luck to their Italian neighbors.

While the Germans sang triumphantly, the Italians were suffering the bitter fruits of defeat, and after losing 15,000 soldiers, Mussolini's troops were still standing still, and the Italian-French border did not change an inch - this was just that the French ** team did not take the initiative to attack Italy in order to avoid overprovoking Italy to cause a larger-scale two-front battle.

Even Mussolini really felt that he had no face and no skin now. The first time he went to Berlin and told Acardo that Italy was not ready for war and would not immediately declare war on Britain and France; the second time he went to Berlin and told Acardo that Italy had declared war on France and wanted to grab part of the German victory; this time he was going to Berlin again and told Acardo that he was asking Germany to consider Italy's interests and feelings on the question of France's surrender.

"What face do you have in Italy, and what face do you have in me to make the invincible Germans consider our bullshit feelings?" Mussolini shouted at his men on the plane, but then he fell silent, because, as the men said, Italy had to reap some advantage from France