Superman

Paris, Star Square.

The battle group with Sieglind as the core took the sparsely populated empty city without any effort.

Since penetrating the defense lines of the Allied forces, they have not encountered any decent resistance.

Ordinary troops, or sporadic resistance forces, look like unarmed children in front of Sieglind, vulnerable to a blow.

The Allied bazooka rocket launcher and tank group bombardment tactics did not play an overly obvious role.

"Berlin sent a telegram, and an hour later, the bombing began."

Under the Arc de Triomphe, the senior officer wearing a Hydra armband shouted loudly.

The cold voice echoed in the empty star-shaped square, spreading far away.

Standing at the top of the Arc de Triomphe, Sieglind looked at the silent city, frowning, seemingly puzzled.

As early as 1940, the Third Reich carried out a blitz invasion of several lowland countries in Western Europe.

Amid the roar of tanks and artillery, Belgium, the Netherlands, and Luxembourg surrendered one after another and became occupied areas.

As the former European hegemon, France completely gave up resistance after the German army bypassed the Maginot Line and began to attack south.

Thus, Paris became an "undefended city".

Like a poor girl who was impeccable, she was driven straight in by a German man and ravaged her wantonly.

However, the French government, which had the strength of the organization, made the final rebellion, made a decision in advance at an alarming speed, and went into exile in Tours.

Seeing the group of politicians sitting on the stage run away, the remaining two million residents of Paris also fled.

Afterwards, the French government claimed that--

If you continue to resist, it will only cause unnecessary sacrifices for soldiers and civilians. Paris, with its long civilization and tradition, will be razed to the ground and reduced to rubble.

In order to preserve the light of civilization in Paris and preserve the lives and property of the French people, so - simply surrendered.

I have to say that these people are really logical ghosts, and the Allies have simply picked up a treasure.

Therefore, when the German steel torrent passed through the Place de la Concorde, there was no decent resistance at all.

Paris, known as the "Romantic Capital", is thus in the shadow of the Third Reich.

You know, France at that time was known as the strongest country in the army.

There are tens of thousands of large-caliber artillery, more than 2 million infantrymen, and more than 3,000 tanks.

As a result, no one thought that the French surrendered in just forty days.

Poland lasted for 36 days, Greece successfully resisted for 56 days, and Norway lasted for almost two months.

In contrast, France, as the overlord of the European Union, did appear to be so hip that it became a famous name later.

Since then, all kinds of "humiliating jokes" have emerged one after another, gradually forming a trend.

For example, "No one can occupy Paris before France surrenders", "French military salute is to raise your hands above your head", "Only dwarfs and women can save France" and so on.

"I really don't understand why the general asked me to occupy a city with no one. Paris has already fallen. Even if it was taken back by the Allies, it has no value."

Under the clouded night sky, Sieglind folded his arms around his chest and said in doubt.

She is one of the "battleship class" manufactured by Berlin. She has long blond hair that is regarded as the noble descent of the Aryans, and her long braid hangs behind her shoulders.

The height is close to two meters, the body is fit, strong and powerful, and exudes a powerful aura that people dare not take lightly.

At the feet of Sieglind are "tank-class" soldiers in heavy German armor, with a total of 34 men.

There were originally forty people, and six soldiers died under the targeted combat of tanks, snipers and rocket launchers.

They are scattered around the Arc de Triomphe, maintaining a basic alert.

It was such a team that forcibly penetrated the Allied front of Free France and advanced unimpeded all the way to Paris, frightening the high-level Allied forces to panic.

"This is the battle plan made by General Guderian. In an hour, the whole of Paris will be reduced to a sea of ​​flames!"

The senior officer wearing the armband of the Hydra, standing under the Arc de Triomphe, raised his head and said loudly.

The bombing of Paris was an order given by Berlin.

This morning, the Third Reich publicly gave a threatening speech to the Allies.

The other side claimed that unless the Western Allies withdrew to their own territory and announced their surrender.

Otherwise, London and New York will fall into ruins just like Paris.

"Why do I think that you want the Allies to put all their power in Paris."

Sieglind narrowed his eyes, leaped slightly, and jumped off the Arc de Triomphe.

Falling to the ground from a height of fifty meters did not cause any impact on this "battleship class" female soldier.

With a slight bend in her legs, she relieved the strength of the fall and walked in front of the senior officer.

"Tell me, what kind of surprise Hydra has prepared for the Allies?"

Sieglind looked at the senior officer who came to supervise the battle. She was a head higher than the opponent, and there was a sense of condescending in her words.

"You don't need to know, Ms. Claudia!"

The senior officer called Sieglind's real name and said in a deep voice: "You are a weapon of the Third Reich. Your only task is to execute orders and obey orders."

"My name is Sieglind."

The "battleship-class" female soldier raised her eyebrows, and the long blond hair that fell to her waist fluttered.

"That's a character in the opera. The reason why the holy general gave you this name is just..."

Before the senior officer of Hydra finished speaking, Sieglind quickly stretched out his right hand and directly pinched the opponent's neck.

He lifted this guy up like a little chicken.

To her, the human body is as fragile as a piece of paper, which can be rubbed at will.

"I am Sieglind, the empire's Valkyrie. This is the glory that the general bestows on me. Also, you can answer whatever I ask, don’t talk too much. This is not Berlin. Soldiers sacrificed on the battlefield. It’s a very common thing."

Sieglind's lips tightened, and a cold smile escaped.

The glowing white energy all over his body, like a curved electric arc, beating constantly.

As long as she is willing, she can roast this self-righteous coward into a ball of coke in an instant.

"The Saint General decided to put the final battlefield in Paris to attract the attention of the Allies! Force the Allies to counterattack and send them the immature Superman!"

The senior officer wearing a Hydra armband is not a diehard, weak-willed.

After being threatened with words by Sieglind, he revealed what he knew.

Who told him to see with his own eyes, the "battleship class" female soldier in front of him blasted a tank into scrap metal.

There are countless allied soldiers who died in the hands of the opponent, and there is no need to be one of them.

"The final battlefield... Means that the Superman from the Allies might come?"

Sieglind let go of his palm, ignoring the trembling senior Hydra officer.

The three "Battleship Class" are all very interested in the Allied Superman, but Roosevelt and Churchill, jointly called the "legendary" war hero.

If the opponent's head can be unscrewed, it will definitely cause a devastating blow to the morale of the Allies.

"This credit seems to have me taken."

Sieglind thought so.

She and Siegmund were dissatisfied that only Siegfried was honored by the Führer.

The Holy General was busy stabilizing the situation in Berlin, completely ignoring this issue.

The so-called Aryan Superman, they are no different from other soldiers.

It also needs to be affirmed, and it also needs medals to symbolize honor, not just as a propaganda object for the Axis powers.

"I hope the Allied Superman will come here soon, so that I can get an iron cross. Save that bastard Siegfried, always showing off his Knight's Cross awarded by the dead!"

Sieglind's thoughts diverged, quietly waiting for the bombing to arrive.

Forty minutes later, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes condensed a little, and she looked into the distance.

In the dim dark night sky of the stars and the moon, several transport planes seemed to fly over.

Vaguely, you can still see the flag of the Allied Powers!