The military band opened the way with drums, trombones and cornets played familiar tunes, and behind them was a guard of honor with red swastikas, carrying ancient swords instead of the tactical vests common to front-line troops.

The cavalrymen rode on tall white horses and greeted the citizens around them as they moved forward. These cavalrymen were carrying G43 rifles, a weapon that was already known to the whole world, which directly led to the mass production of the American M1 rifle.

The cavalry was followed by dozens of off-road vehicles, and in these beautiful open-top cars, sat German Army soldiers in neat uniforms, who were in the world's attention for advancing dozens of kilometers a day during the just-concluded battle for Poland. Many newspapers began to trumpet them as the "mechanical cavalry" of the new era.

These cars were followed by truck after truck, laden with supplies, full of German infantry, and pulled behind them all sorts of field artillery, 75 mm caliber, 105 mm caliber, and 150 mm caliber. These guns are designed to be lightweight, allowing them to move forward at the fastest possible speed with mechanized troops.

Then passing through the crowd were the No. 3 assault gun, the No. 3 tank, and the Leopard tank, which showed unprecedented effectiveness in the war and were hailed by the Führer as the king of land warfare. These tanks destroyed the Polish army in the Battle of Poland, covered the German army to advance at a marching speed, and defeated the first military power in Eastern Europe in one fell swoop.

As the German armoured forces advanced, the band changed tunes and played a less familiar melody. The exposed panzers all sang loudly and harmonized, and for the first time the world heard the melody that belonged to the German panzers, a melody of victory that belonged only to them.

"Whether it's a storm or a snowflake,

Or is it the sun that smiles at us;

On a hot day,

Cold nights,

Dusty faces,

But we're having fun,

We're having fun.

Our tanks roared forward,

With puffs of dust. ”

The Poles who welcomed the parade guard of honor into the city looked at these young men in black tank uniforms and saw in the faces of these people an immense confidence that came from the proud record of annihilating or capturing 1.35 million Polish soldiers, some of them refugees, at the cost of 8,923 German casualties.

"When the enemy's tanks are in sight,

Let's go full throttle at full throttle!

the value of our lives,

It's about fighting for our glorious army!

It is the highest honor to die for Germany!

With a thunderous engine,

We rushed at the enemy like lightning behind solid armor plates. ”

By this time more German soldiers had left Warsaw, the place where they had fought, carrying their rifles and bags, and the dust made their combat uniforms less glamorous and handsome, but with a little more poise and sophistication.

The soldiers rolled up their sleeves, their beards had not been groomed for more than a week, and the tactical vests on their chests hung the distinctive German "melon grenades". Accompanying them were unsightly motley horses, with tents, raincoats, and ammunition piled on their backs.

The car drove past them with its cannons in tow, and the soldiers looked up at their comrades sitting in the cars and waved hello. They were the most ordinary of the German infantrymen, who did not have their phalanx when they inspected the troops, and who were not awarded as many medals as the Air Force or the Panzer Corps, but they still appeared in the Führer's positions where they were most needed, and defended their oath with casualties.

They silently walked on both sides of the road, walking towards their battlefield at a slow pace, smiling at the cavalry, automobile, and armored soldiers with dry lips, and listening to the tankmen who slowly drove past them singing their songs:

"Moving forward with comrades,

Fight side by side,

That's why we were able to plunge deep into the enemy's (tank) ranks!

In the face of the enemy's so-called barrier,

We give contemptuous ridicule,

Then simply bypass;

If in front of the yellow sand,

Hidden is the threat of artillery fire,

We find our own way,

Jump on the path to victory!"

Standing in the stands, Guderian said to Kluger, the commander-in-chief of Army Group F, the future German troops on the Eastern Front: "The units that deserve the most honor here are now marching on the eastern defense line, and I don't know whose idea it was to get a group of recruits who had never been on the battlefield." ”

"The Propaganda Department will not miss any opportunity to expand the influence of our army, so such a grand celebration ceremony is also deserved. The victory of our army in Poland is obvious to all, and as the protagonist of the victory, you should no longer complain. Admiral Kluge smiled and said, "I have heard that the Führer is planning to promote Admiral Brauchitsch to Marshal of the Reich...... Really?"

"This news should be true, I heard that it came directly from the General Headquarters, and I heard that Commander Brauchitsch was so excited that he wept bitterly, Marshal, I feel my blood boiling when I think about it. Guderian said with a smile.

Klug followed with a smile: "With the Führer's respect for the general, the day of conferring the title of marshal must not be far away." ”

As they chatted, the parade was in its final stages, and the music was coming to an end as the tank units passed. However, the last stanza of the March of the Panzers still echoes over the square:

"If we are forsaken by the goddess of fate,

If we can't go back to our homeland,

If a bullet ends our lives,

If we are in danger,

That at least our faithful tanks,

will give us a coffin of steel!"

......

Just at the time of the massive military parade of the German troops in Poland with a grand triumphal ceremony.

Far away in Berlin, Führer Accardo Rudolf, dressed in a black SS uniform, stood at the front of the crowd and bowed his head to complete his silent ceremony.

Since the death of Carl Bentz, Accardo has ordered the establishment of a private health care system for many elderly talents who have contributed to the work, but due to the technical limitations of medicine in this era, it has not been able to recover some important high-tech talents.

For example, Hugo Junkers, who just died. He is one of the designers of the long-range multi-role aircraft that Accardo has always relied on.

Under the leadership of Hugo Junkers, the Junkers company built many distinctive and very practical military aircraft for the Luftwaffe.

For example, the Ju-87 Stuka dive bomber, which Polish soldiers regarded as the devil, the Ju-52, the favorite three-engine transport aircraft of the German Air Transport Ministry and paratroopers, and, of course, the long-range multi-role aircraft, a masterpiece of German aviation design in the testing phase.

Accardo did not look favorably on the ugly-looking Ju-52 transport aircraft, but the aircraft proved its worth with its stable flight watch, rugged construction, and low fuel consumption that appealed to the German army, and the Führer finally ordered the production of 4,500 of these aircraft. Because Catherine confidently told Führer Accardo: The Air Force can guarantee the safety of the airspace, and the disadvantage of the slow speed of transport aircraft is not a problem at all.

As the German Panzers hummed, there would have been at least a coffin of steel, then the coffin of the Air Force pilot was made of the rate - the coffin of the aircraft designer must have been...... Made of wood.

Some things seem to have been doomed a long time ago, and this unchangeable thing fills Accardo with frustration, such as Mr. Karl Bentz, whom he tried so hard to revoke, such as Streisman who opposed him but acted like a polite gentleman, and Hugo Junkers, who is now lying in a coffin.

There was a time when he even felt that he could not change any history at all, that the distorted things would eventually be corrected, and that he would become a second Hitler and die in panic. But then he thought about it, he just wanted to do the things in front of him, and those assumptions that could not be proved until the end should wait until the time came.

At that moment, Accardo Rudolph, or Gu Changge, from his previous life, unexpectedly became single. He knew that he had no way out, so he simply followed the current script: either he would become the founding emperor admired by thousands of people, or he would become a war maniac who was spurned by thousands of people. Anyway, it is certain that the name will be left through the ages, and the notoriety and good name are actually similar, so there is nothing to worry about.

After listening to the eulogy, Accardo hurried away in a car, because there were more things to arrange for him, but on the way back to the Führer's mansion, Accardo arranged two things for Sindra, the working secretary who was sitting in the front row.

"Find the best doctors, give them another salary with the Führer's allowance, and let them check on Mr. Augustus every other week! I don't want this accident to happen again, see?" Accardo said regretfully, sitting in the back row, "Every loss of such talent will cause incalculable damage to the future of the Empire. ”

"Yes, my Führer!," replied Sindra at once.

Accardo thought for a moment, and then continued to instruct: "One more thing, in the afternoon, help me call Student to inquire about the progress of the expansion of the paratrooper unit, we don't have much time, and we need to hurry up." ”

"I remember!" Sindra continued.

The car stopped at the Führer's residence, and Accardo and the others got out of the car. He glanced at the car parked on the side with an army license plate, and a smile appeared on his lips. The commander-in-chief of the army, Brauchitsch, whom he had single-handedly raised, would be promoted to the rank of Reich Marshal by him today.

There was no reason not to rejoice Accardo, whose troops had swept through Poland in 20 days, crushed the French provocations, and the whole of Germany was now united in making the final preparations for the coming war for German supremacy. It can be said that he is now, like Hitler in 1940, no matter how you look at it, he has won the game.