The Axis powers did not seem to want to take over the city, and the population of this large city, they did not seem to want to stay even a little.

The day after Levi arrived, the bombardment exploded around him, and countless Axis planes rushed into the sky like locusts and began to bomb residential areas mercilessly.

And when the bombing ended, the hungry people around them rushed to the rescue as if nothing had happened, and they were looking for food.

Countless people fell to the ground in the snow, and then the others calmly threw him into the dry riverbed, without any sorrow or tears, as if everything had become accustomed and numb.

The people of winter do not believe in tears.

The riverbed was littered with corpses.

Even so, the city has maintained the most basic order, and the registry office in the main government is at its busiest, they need to constantly register the number of deaths, and each person seems to have to write down the names of more than 4,000 dead people every day, which is proof that the corpses on the riverbed are the last to remain in this world.

The mustache once said that the Union is a crumbling house that will collapse with a single kick.

Even so, the factories were still open, and the workers of the Kirov factories would continue to produce bombs and weapons, each of which would be a blade of vengeance on the heads of the Axis powers.

The sentinels would still be on guard, and General Zhukov at the front line still led his soldiers to resist the Axis attack with difficulty, even if the last food in the city could only be supplied to the front-line soldiers, the front-line soldiers could only get no more than 200 grams of bread per day.

Even bread with all kinds of sawdust, fiber, and rubber is like mud.

However, the front line remained firm and never took a step back.

Levi walked through the city, completely out of place.

He had a good complexion and tight muscles, and everyone in the city looked like they were in their 70s.

And after everyone saw the medal on Levi's body, they would slowly raise their hands, as if they wanted to salute, but many people may no longer have the strength to raise their hands.

This is what the man I met yesterday told Levi, and now, hang that medal on your chest and tell people that you are the one who came to help, not the cannibalistic demons.

I don't know why, but the air in this land of solstice is even cold.

He suddenly felt out of place with the city.

"Hey! Davarich over there! A voice stopped Levi.

Levi turned his head to look over and saw a man with a bloody face, and now, the blood stains on his face had frozen, sores, and loose skin, which made him look extremely ugly.

"Call me?" Levi returned confused.

"Yes, Davarishi, thank you for your support, but staying here now is only starving, and in a few days there will be a group of evacuation passages for the only remaining students, so you can evacuate here with them then." The man said, stretching out his bloody hand, which seemed to feel very dirty, and kept rubbing it on his pants a few times.

Levi also reached out to shake his hand.

"Forgot to introduce yourself, Jooki, a positive dimension." He said.

"Levi, the original pilot of the ocean front......"

"Thank you for coming, but we don't have any planes left to take off." This Jookie sighed, even if there were planes, it would be impossible to fly out of the city in the face of the blockade of the Axis powers.

He also knew how much of a disadvantage a skilled pilot would be able to reverse for St. Petersburg today, but the hangar in St. Petersburg had been destroyed shortly after the war began.

Levi was silent, he might really want to have an airplane, even if it was just the oldest MiG.

He looked at the man in front of him with a face full of cracks and injuries, and the man named Jocki was still smiling, as if he was still at his most basic level of optimism even in such a desperate situation.

"Is there anything I can do?" Levi saluted.

"No, no, you're a pilot, it's a waste to stay in this besieged city, we'll do our best to get you out of this city, and if you can, can you support Moske, who is about to break out into war." As he spoke, he looked in the direction of the east.

Levi became more and more silent.

"Here, come along, I'll explain it to you in detail......"

He took Levi's hand and came to a camp, where Levi saw many people silently collecting the snow on the ground and hanging it on their waists, slowly waiting for it to turn into water.

"We will leave the city with the last of our children, and they will be evacuated through Lake Ladoga in the far north, where the Axis powers cannot attack and where our last lifeline is." Jockey gestured into the distance.

"It's already freezing here, but you may not be used to the winter environment, and now that the ice has decreased slightly, you must be careful and jump out of the car when you see that the situation is not right." He kept explaining in fragments, as if he was particularly afraid that Levi would accidentally die in this winter.

This is a reminder that because the ice is so thin, there is a possibility that a car walking on the ice may fall into a crack in the ice at any time.

Levi kept nodding his head and agreeing with his words.

"Nadavarishi, you are now in this camp and you are expected to leave here tonight, and we will take you out of the encirclement and return to Moské." Jocki smiled, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, and hurried away.

Levi remained silent, and the city looked crumbling, as if it could collapse at any moment.

But they had no intention of surrendering, and even when they were at their hungriest and coldest, they did not think of cannibalism, but wasted a few physical strengths to put the corpses in place.

The strongest is the best situation they are able to place right now.

He came into the distance, staring at Lake Ladoga in the far north. After the cold of spring, the cold winter has not completely faded, and the weather here is still too cold for normal people to bear.

This is the last supply line for the entire St. Petersburg, and it is also the reason why St. Petersburg has been able to hold out until now, and in the future, it will rely on countless sacrifices on this lifeline to make St. Petersburg hold out for 847 days, more than 20 times the number of days in Paris, until the victory of the war.

"System, is my mission really just to leave the city with this last child and then it's over?" Levi asked.

[Yes, that's all it takes]

"Then, isn't it possible to completely need anyone to lead them, and naturally someone will take them away, a group of people who will not hesitate to sacrifice their own lives, so isn't this task given away in vain?" Levi muttered.

[If you think so, that's what I gave away for free]

Levi did not speak, he did not wait here for the night, when the whole of St. Petersburg had just emerged from the endless bombardment of the Axis powers, and was full of people who were relieving the disaster.

But the people of the whole city are very slow, even if it is only the simplest to raise their hands, even if they only move slowly, they are all extremely slow, which is completely different from Levi, a guy who walks with a tiger.

There are many hungry people who are already crazy with hunger and keep stuffing the snow on the ground into their mouths, but such people will soon die, and the snow will take away the last temperature in their bodies and die of cold.

In the distance, more than 100 residents, dressed in shabby padded jackets, surrounded the door of a research institute.

Levi looked over, and there was the Seed Research Institute in St. Petersburg.

Tons of various seeds are stored here, and at this time, these seeds will become a life-saving treasure and will become the most delicious nuts.

The hungry broke through the guards and stormed into the institute.

"Bang!" Gunshots rang out.

The scientist, who could barely walk, came out with a cane, and instead of shooting at the hungry people, he shot into the sky.

Suddenly, the air seemed to freeze to the extreme.

The hungry people looked at the gun in the scientist's hand, and saw the same as the skeleton, which had shrunk to the point of being a walking skeleton.

"Don't come forward! Don't force me to shoot! He seemed to roar with all his might.

The hungry people fell silent for a moment, they had thought that the scientist had the least strength, but at this time he was also extremely weak, and he could only threaten like this.

"We've planted some vegetables, so if you want them, send a few people over and take some, and don't touch the seeds......," the scientist finally said.

The hungry people were silent, and a few people stepped forward and walked in.

They came to the vegetable field, where a large cauldron was set up, filled with crumbs of sugar cane and ground corn bellflowers, and that was the breakfast of these scientists, and few of them were still alive.

There are still some potatoes in the frozen soil of the vegetable field, and the scientists have maintained the last food for the past few months, using the potatoes they grow themselves to maintain the energy of the last scientists.

"Take these potatoes if you want them." As he spoke, he seemed to have lost his strength, and sat down against the wall, gasping for breath.

In the vegetable field, there are many tombstones, all of which are scientists from this seed research institute, who guard the seed gate and weld the iron door of the seed bank with a welding machine, and no one is allowed to enter the seed bank.

And in the middle of the hall, there were still corpses that could not be disposed of, and they just lay quietly on the cold ground, losing their voices.

At this moment, these hungry people looked at the potatoes in the vegetable field, there were still a lot, if they were all dug up, it was estimated that there would be more than ten catties, and a big pot of soup would at least allow their group of people to survive tomorrow.

If only to survive tomorrow.

For some reason, they were so hungry that they lost their minds but they didn't take the last potatoes, and they didn't even touch any food in the vegetable patch.

"Be fanatical about art, let's make napalm." Levi, who was watching all this, said slowly.

He didn't try whether the napalm he made could be eaten, and the gasoline bomb was filled with a large amount of industrial sugar and rubber in order to increase viscosity, and he didn't know if these things could be eaten by people, so he decided to try it himself.

Winter has not yet receded.

……

At the same time, Francois, the Axis steel motorized troops arrived at the fourth parade under the Eiffel Tower, and he seemed to be in love with the parade.

On the streets, countless "fragrant" Farran ladies dressed up in flowers, like selected livestock, were picked up by Axis soldiers one by one to become piano women.

The husband hospifully invited the Axis people into his room, listened to the wailing and slapping sound of his wife in the house, and they squatted at the door and counted the marks given by the Axis people over and over again, a total of 500,000 marks. 500,000! How did this end!

Listening to his wife's cries and constant slapping in the room, he thought, why don't we wait until this time is over to receive the next Germanic person?

In the glamorous Paris ball, basically every Germanic person hugged more than two Parisian ladies on the left and right, and even started the party on the spot.

In the stands, Petain, the leader of the Vichy-French government, shook hands with the Axis people with a smile and said: "Measure the material resources of the country, and tie the favor of the Axis." ”

The Axis people also laughed: "Monsieur Petain, the friendship between Germany and France will last forever, but someone has always blocked our friendship, and I need you to kill someone." ”

"Alas, how is it enough to kill one person, for the sake of German-French friendship, why not kill a few more?" Petain said, his beard slightly cocked.

"No, one is enough."

"Who?"

"Charles de Gaulle."

"Hahaha, but I can't catch him now." Pétain said with a slight embarrassment.

"Mr. Pétain, you must know what Free France is still holding us back on the North African front, and your local France guerrillas are also desperately trying to thwart our solid alliance."

"That guy de Gaulle is a total traitor to the nation, a traitor to the French people, an ugly ally of despicable Moskeism, Freemasonic radicalism, and Judahism, who has weakened France and plunged her into an ideological war, damn bastard." Petain was extremely verbal in his disparagement of de Gaulle.

And the head of the Axis countries was very happy, and the two clinked glasses together.

"Monsieur Pétain, you can only count on me now, and on us, do you really think that after the defeat of the war, who will spare Fran? Who will let you go? So we can only hope for victory, and then we can build our integrated world together. ”

Petain drank all his wine: "Don't worry, my ally, Fran's logistics will always be open for the axis, as for the guerrillas, I will personally lead the gendarmes to encircle and suppress, I can't cure those hairy bears, I can't cure them?" ”

"Monsieur Pétain, the remaining resources of that flange ......"

"I'd rather give it to a friend than a slave, my ally."

At the same time, many cultural celebrities in France also actively participated in the turn of public opinion, and published works praising the handsome uniforms of German soldiers, "which are a perfect match for their toned physique".

At the same time, he did not forget to mock the hasty retreat of the British, "making a mess of the beautiful beaches of France".

The even more shameless claimed that it was not the defeat of Germany that was disgraced, but the "yet another ill-intentioned demagoguery of the inhabitants of the European continent" by the British.

The real reporter recorded the situation in the occupied area at that time: "The people welcomed the conquerors from the bottom of their hearts, and the young women jumped on their motorcycles and waved and smiled back to their families. The café was filled with German-speaking flat-headed soldiers, and the French didn't care to squeeze in to have coffee together. Seeing compatriots depreciating themselves as ostriches and willing to be humiliated is embarrassing. ”

Romantic and beautiful Paris, it seems that it has never been affected by the war.

It seems that Paris after the surrender and St. Petersburg after the surrender are completely different worlds.

(End of chapter)