81_81266 Instead of that shiny new military uniform, he wears a messy and ugly but extremely practical tactical vest. There were all sorts of bits and pieces hanging on it, including field medals, grenades and magazines, bayonets, some hanging from the waist, some hanging from the shoulder.

There was a sapper shovel and a gas mask box hanging from his buttocks, and a lunch box containing spoons and personal belongings was in it, and it swayed back and forth with a fairly neat pace, making a nice jingle and crunching sound.

More than half of the soldiers wore camouflage nets on their steel helmets, and a few wore winter steel helmets that had been worn off the white paint and looked mottled. Every dozen of these people carried an MG42 machine gun with a chain around their necks.

Several soldiers with iron-fisted bazookas walked past with their heads bowed, followed by the co-shooter carrying a Mauser 98K rifle carrying an ammunition box containing two spare rockets. The soldiers in this phalanx were armed with different lengths, some were MP-44 assault rifles, some were G43 semi-automatic rifles, some were holding G43 or Mauser 98K rifles with sights, and some were holding regular Mauser 98K rifles.

Most of the soldiers' clothes were shabby, some of the knees and elbows were slightly curled, and some of the jacket pockets were unbuttoned, and the pockets were a little upturned. Their shirts were stained with dirt and dirt, and their boots had not been wiped for a long time, and the black had turned gray.

However, under the brim of a steel helmet, there are a pair of resolute and deep eyes, and the unique eye sockets of the Germanic people are clearly distinguished, making these soldiers look amazing and heroic. They were silent, not shouting the slogan of long live the Führer like the honor guard, they just walked quietly, with great firmness and a scarcity.

As the Führer stood up in the stands, the officials on the crowded viewing platform stood up, and they shouted the slogan Long live the Führer, which attracted the attention of these soldiers, and they raised their heads to look at the man who was clustered in the center, and looked at the Reich Führer who appeared on the poster, and was solemnly saluting them.

"A little flower blooms in the wilderness, her name is Erica, and thousands of little bees fly to her! Because the stamens contain sweetness, and the petals exude a charming fragrance! The little flower blooms in the wilderness, and her name is Erica !" I don't know which soldier sang this song first, and little by little the song spread out, overpowering the shouter of Long live.

"In my hometown lives a lovely maiden, and her name is Erica -- that is my dearest good girl, give me my good fortune Erica! When the fuchsia heather is in full bloom, please pass me this song, and the little flower blooms in the wilderness, and her name is Erica. More and more people in the square hummed the song, which enlivened the atmosphere that had been oppressive because of the smell of blood.

These are living soldiers who live for themselves and fight valiantly for their loved ones. They struggled in the muddy trenches, fought in a hail of bullets, went to the battlefield because of the Führer's words, and they calmly faced death because of one of their oaths.

"Sue my father, I love him, sue sù Führer, I did my best. This is a true portrayal of countless German soldiers. They are worthy of their oath of loyalty to the Führer and to the motherland, and in order to make their nation more brilliant and brilliant, they do not hesitate to jump into hell to become the devil and villain of another country and nation.

Now instead of shouting long live the Führer, they did not sing military songs and war songs in a loud voice, but hummed playful songs, and faced the Führer's salute with a kind of calmness that would last for the rest of their lives. Compared with the moment of the expedition, they are less heroic and excited, and more calm and calm.

"This is the capital that I am standing here with high spirits, and it is also the one that I have worked hard for fifteen years!" Accardo listened to the singing, and said with a proud look: "It was they who beat your crying father and shouting to your mother to kneel down and sue for peace, and it was they who won all battles and made Germany stand on the top of the world power again!"

He paused, and without waiting for Petain beside him to speak, he continued: "Don't talk about your 400 million francs a day, these elites are just giving me gold and silver, and I won't change it! If you are not convinced, we will tear up the treaty and fight again, and my Third Reich will accompany you at any time! If you don't give it, I will rob it." ”

Hearing this, Brauchitsch's eyes lit up, and the expression on his face was a little more smiling. Petain on the side put away his original arrogance, took out a handkerchief to wipe his face, and said in a loud voice: "Don't dare, don't dare." ”

"The little flower blooming next to my hut, her name is Erica! Whether it is dawn or dusk, surround me, Erica! There is a small sound among the flowers, do you remember the beautiful girl? the girl who is tearfully looking forward to your return, her name is Erica......" The song echoed in the sky, as if mocking her opponent, as if yearning for a better tomorrow.

These troops were withdrawn from the new German-French border to the Eastern Front, at the expense of the new French government. They were, of course, Germany's most elite grenadiers, each of whom was a veteran of a hundred battles. After the Paris military parade, each of them had a day off to visit the city of Paris and buy their favorite souvenirs at the expense of the new French government.

Accardo just said with a three-point gangster in his tone, which made Brauchitsch, who was a soldier, feel very happy when he heard it. Secretly glad that although it has been some years since the Führer left the army, he really still retains the heroic momentum of the time when he was in the army.

The sentence "If you don't give it, I'll rob it." It is said very calmly, but it exhausts the essence of the diplomacy of great powers. This slightly explicit remark made Brauchitsch, as the marshal of the Reich, feel a little fluttering -- why did the Führer speak so hard? Isn't it backed by an army of millions?

As the infantry passed, it was Germany's elite armored units that followed past the rostrum, and the Tiger tank, which was the secret weapon of the German army, appeared in public for the first time. However, this appearance made a deep impression on the reporters from various countries who watched the ceremony, as well as the head of state himself.

The first leading Tiger tank was full of bullet marks, the white hollow number "113" on the side of the turret was a little unrecognizable, and the commander who showed his upper body looked like a half-grown child, and the shallow freckles on his face made him look similar to the big boy in the neighborhood.

He wore a large-brimmed hat and a vague smile on his face. The military uniform on his body was dirty and looked a little sloppy, and the pink color scale of the armored troops on the original pink neckline had also turned dark red because of the heavy oil stains.

However, among the people who watched the ceremony, there were naturally knowledgeable people, and the discerning people immediately recognized the knight's iron cross with oak leaves hanging from the collar of the leading officer. You must know that even if Germany swallowed Europe and swept through the six countries, there were not many knights' iron crosses with oak leaves, but as everyone knows, Brauchitsch only wore two more swords on his collar than the tank commander.

"Don't be surprised! I know you're surprised. Accardo smiled and explained to Petain: "I know that you and de Gaulle, who fled to England, are betting on both sides, but the commander of the tank is not? He is the one who singled out more than 20 of your French tanks in the battle of the Pass - I can make De Gaulle lose once, and I can make him lose a second time! And you, you, it is better to put away that little thought, and make me think that you are still useful...... And, the bigger, the better. ”

Petain looked at the young tank commander in shock, at the seemingly endless white circles on the barrel of the tank. Looking at the No. 113 symbol that was popular among the French * team, representing death, and looking at the terrible Tiger tank, I was speechless for a long time.

At this moment, Wren, who was under the stands, pressed the throat sounder and said: "Let the Führer see, always remember our trump cards!3,2,1!"

With his order, the entire tank phalanx began to rotate rapidly with the sound of mechanical friction, and in the exclamations of many noblewomen and celebrities, the barrels of their tank guns were slowly aimed at the rostrum.

Accardo remained unmoved, he raised his hand in salute to Wren, who only looked up at the man who had changed his life in the distance, the head of the Empire. The world between the two seems to stand still, quiet and slow.

The muzzles of dozens of tank guns pointed to the rostrum, and the picture of the Führer standing and saluting these tanks was accurately recorded by the Führer's personal photographer Hugo, and became one of the most classic military parade photos of the Third Reich, which has been forever recorded in the annals of history.

In the future, countless scholars who have studied the German armored forces will mention this photo, and a famous military expert exclaimed: a unit that dared to point a cannon at the leader, plus a Führer who dared to face countless cannon ports...... It's a perfect match.

"It's telling me that they want to fight. Accardo waited until the tanks had passed the rostrum and disappeared at the end of the road, and then he said to Marshal Brauchitsch beside him with a smile on his face: "Sort out the texts of the teaching troops at all levels, and you will take the lead in deducing a more reasonable plan!"

"Yes!" Brauchitsch replied with a nod.

"How? are you satisfied?" Accardo finished the assignment and asked the new French Prime Minister Petain with a smile: "If you still don't have any confidence, we will go to Brest in a month to see the high seas fleet of the Imperial Navy......"

"No!" said Pétain, with a sigh and a little frustration, "from this day forward, the Franco-German alliance is solid!"