Chapter 383 383 France
On 812662 March 3, 81_, over a military airport on the outskirts of Paris, France, a new four-engine Führer plane modified from a German butcher strategic bomber slowly landed, and a full 20 escort FW-190D fighters were still hovering in the sky on guard.
The roar of the engines had not yet subsided, and the propellers were still spinning, when the door of the plane was opened, and a rudimentary ladder was slowly lowered. The first to jump off the plane was a tall man dressed as an SS officer, followed by a second man of the same costume and build, who was carrying a suitcase.
The wind is still so scarcity, because on the open airport runway, it is extraordinarily gun-like. Accardo walked to the door of the cabin and walked down the suspension stairs step by step, followed by Anna and Propaganda Minister Fanny, two beauties who captivated the city, followed by Foreign Minister Angela Merkel, followed by subordinates such as secretaries.
And standing on the side of the runway to greet the head of the Reich were two generals who were hot in the emperor's **, Guderian and Rommel. The two men had now withdrawn from the sequence of the first-line attack, one in Rouen and the other in Paris, and they had received orders from the High Command to return to Germany to form a new army group.
This time, though, Accardo wanted to meet the two giants, so he found the two of them at the airport. Accardo smiled and walked to the side of the runway, stopping in front of the two.
"Long live Führer Accardo, Rudolph!" Guderian and Rommel saluted, both wearing the Knight's Iron Cross with oak leaves, and wearing the freshly made general's uniform—if it weren't for the promotion of Accardo, they would have been the representatives of the young wing of the Empire.
"Good work. Accardo patted Guderian on the shoulder, then looked at Rommel with a smile, and said very kindly: "I heard that you sometimes don't sleep for a few days, this habit is not good! When the war is over, I want you to accompany me and travel all over Germany." ”
"Please rest assured, I will accompany you on your way. Guderian replied with a smile.
"My Führer, I will accompany you on your journey. Rommel replied.
"Rommel, there are some special forces you are going to build, I need you to be in charge of a big environment, and there are no outsiders here who can't leak secrets, so I'll just say it. I don't have much hope for Italy's North Africa strategy, and when the time comes, I'll transfer you to Africa to clean up the mess Mussolini left behind. Do you have faith?"
"My Führer, in the case of fighting far from home, supplies will be the most important thing that will determine the outcome of the battle. Rommel was no longer the fledgling young man, he had been on the battlefield for a long time, and only after a little thought raised his doubts: "In that environment, our tanks, armored vehicles and fighters are big fuel guzzlers, can the navy maintain such a huge total supply?"
"The naval side is not something you have to think about. I'll just tell you, I'll give you what you want, and what you have to do is very simple, hit Suez and dominate North Africa!" Accardo said with great ambition: "I want you to be the king of Africa, and the whole world will think of your terrible Army Group L, the terrible Afrika Korps. ”
"When you conquer Egypt, I will give you the scepter of the marshal and make you one of the greatest soldiers of the empire. Finally, Accardo stopped talking and just stared at Rommel.
"My Führer, I will hold Africa in the palm of your hand for you. Rommel thought for about ten seconds, and then solemnly stood up and saluted: "Long live Accardo?"
Hearing Rommel's answer, Accardo nodded, and turned his gaze to Guderian again: "I don't plan to let you rest either, take your Army Group G to the Eastern Front, if the Russians dare to come, we will break their bones!"
"What about England?" asked Guderian, frowning.
"Britain, leave it to Rundstedt. I owe the admiral a scepter, and I have to give it to him the goal of taking Britain to defend the Atlantic. Accardo waved his hand and motioned to walk towards the waiting car on the side: "The rest of Western Europe is the of naval battles and intrigues, and it is not suitable for you generals on the battlefield. I'll leave it to Augustus and Merkel...... Why?
"My Führer......" The two men immediately became sincerely terrified.
"Just kidding. You two will be with me in Paris today. Accardo walked over to the car and waited for Anna to open the door and continued, "It's not much of an appetite to eat with those French diplomats, it's better to eat with the two of you." ”
After saying that, he got into the car, and with the long convoy started, slowly driving towards the city of Paris. The surrender ceremony took place at the former residence of Emperor Napoleon in Paris, where the huge German flag has now been hoisted.
Originally, it was suggested that the French should be allowed to complete the surrender ceremony in the carriage where the Treaty of Versailles was signed, thus taking revenge for the humiliation inflicted on the Germans by the French in 1918. However, Accardo was dismissive of Hitler's revenge, and he calculated more shrewdly, and decided to abandon the act of slapping the French in the face.
After all, Accardo had to requisition the French factories, which were inefficient but large, and he had to do everything he could to get the French to continue to contribute to his war of aggression, at least to keep the French colonies in North Africa neutral in future wars, and finally he still had a trace of moderation in his soul, and he didn't want to do anything and didn't want the French to be too demoralized.
After all, he asked for a lot more things this time than Hitler, so he was still very generous in this kind of face-saving matter.
Amid the flashing lights of countless journalists, the Führer, dressed in a black SS uniform, ascended the steps and entered the former residence of Emperor Napoleon. He held the belt of arms in one hand, swayed with the other hand, held a pair of leather gloves in his hand, and had an incomprehensible smile on his face.
He wore a German flag armband embroidered with golden ears of wheat on his arm, and the Iron Cross, which had been conferred on his chest during the First World War, as well as various medals and medals of merit that he had received for his subsequent promotions within the Wehrmacht.
"Führer, Accardo, Rudolph, Hurrah!" Standing on the edge of the corridor, the ceremonial soldier wearing white gloves and carrying a Mauser 98K rifle stood up and saluted, his raised right hand forming an arch on either side of Accardo, Accardo did not squint, and walked slowly step by step, but each step made the French diplomats waiting at the end of the corridor tremble.
After several hours of painstaking negotiations, the French lost almost half of their country, ceded most of the economically prosperous areas, including the capital, Paris, and offered Monaco and Marseille Toulon in the name of compensation for Italian losses. At the same time, France disbanded its army and air force, and Germany exercised national defense power as a protectorate.
France had to pay Germany 400 million francs a day for military protection and security maintenance, and Germany had the right to requisition most of the French factories and appoint supervision departments to French enterprises for wartime supervision in order to improve production efficiency. At the same time, all French ports had to be opened to German warships for a period of 200 years.
On the basis of this treaty, France was allowed by the generous German government to retain all of its navy and most of its overseas colonies. But France had to commit to sending a fleet to help Germany hold the Mediterranean routes, ensuring that they were not harassed by the British Mediterranean fleet.
At the same time, France announced that it had joined the Steel Pact and became a member of the Axis powers. The pro-German French Marshal Petain became Prime Minister of France, announced his withdrawal from the war with Germany, and maintained "neutrality" to the British government under German understanding - provided that the French Navy was not attacked by British warships while it completed its mission in the Mediterranean.
Of course, there are other clauses that seem a bit laughable, such as Germany allowing France to provide materials and industrial capacity to help Germany win the war, and Germany will later pay France war compensation as if it were Italy. The temptation of such a clause for France is almost zero, because in the current relationship between the two countries, it is already benevolent and righteous.
However, the preservation of the French Navy can be regarded as a great blessing in misfortune. At least the commander-in-chief of the French navy, Darlan, was very satisfied with this result, so that at least half of France's maritime interests could be preserved. And the control of overseas colonies will not be weakened much, which can at least keep France alive with hope of rising.
"My Führer. When it came time to sign, Merkel found an opportunity to get to Accardo's side: "If we insist, we will be able to take at least 3 battleships from the French...... Do you really not think about the construction of Marshal Raeder?"
"Merkel, believe me......" Accardo stared at the signed Wen Jiàn and replied: "Even if these fleets are not mine, they will definitely not become British, in this case, it is no longer such an important question of who will control these warships." ”
After answering Merkel's words, Accardo took the pen with a smile and signed his name at the bottom of the text, a line of dragon flying phoenix dancing in flower font. Then a diplomat stamped a steel seal on the text, followed by the warm applause of a group of German officials and politicians, followed by the loud cheers of nearly 100 ceremonial soldiers outside.
The Führer smiled and stretched out his hand and said his blessing to the French diplomat next to him, who was responsible for signing the peace treaty: "Congratulations, the Franco-German war is over. ”。