My own war game

Chapter 293 No One Knows Your Achievements
August 1944, 8, Paris.

Both sides of Xiangsheli Street were crowded with onlookers. Both men and women were shouting slogans and waving the French flags they had just received. Some children were riding on the heads of adults, and some young people even climbed onto the tops of big trees and peeked into the distance.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the other end of the street, where a mixed force of allied forces was preparing to cross the Champs-Elysées in the Place de la Concorde for an unrehearsed entry ceremony into the city.

In fact, according to the original plan, the number of people participating in the entry ceremony exceeded 10,000, but for some reasons, this number was compressed.

The operation to liberate Paris was initiated by the French guerrilla uprising, and the main force of the outer siege was the 2nd Armored Division of Free France. Major General Leclerc did not obtain authorization from the Allied command, and in principle it was considered a private attack against orders.

This would give other countries a negative impression that the Allies were not united, which was something Roosevelt absolutely did not want to see. (Especially in front of the Soviets)
In order to make up for this mistake, the Allied Joint Command issued a supplementary order a few hours ago confirming the legitimacy of the action, and at the same time required the participation of multiple different Allied forces in the entry ceremony.

This caused a problem. The second largest armed group participating in the attack on Paris was actually the Japanese. The New Japan National Army sent a full 1,500 troops to participate in the attack and repelled about a regiment of German mobile forces. (Some black-hearted peddler exaggerates the results)

In order to solve this problem, under Churchill's order, a reconnaissance battalion of the 26th Armored Division, which was originally used by Montgomery as an outer support force, advanced at full speed and entered the city of Paris on the night of the th and shamelessly joined the parade.

The U.S. 12th Air Force also received the order, and about 200 of their pilots were taken to the city of Paris in jeeps.

This kind of peach-picking behavior made Major General Leclerc somewhat dissatisfied, but he did not say anything in the end. After all, this was the idea after a joint discussion between Eisenhower and de Gaulle.

Eight Sherman tanks were lined up at the front of the queue, followed by about 8 armored vehicles of various types. Without exception, every vehicle was filled with people.

These soldiers had just entered the city and had made their preparations in a hurry. Everyone was seizing the last moment to take care of themselves, and some of them still had stubble on their faces from having just shaved.

"Okay! Gentlemen! Cheer up, this will be a day you will remember for the rest of your life." Major General Leclerc waved his hand while sitting in the jeep, and the convoy began to move forward slowly.

The Marseillaise sounded, traffic rolled forward, and the mood of the citizens began to rise.

"Long live France!"

"Long live Free France!"

People were becoming more and more excited. Some citizens followed the tanks and stretched out their hands to the soldiers on them. The two sides shook hands tightly on the moving tank.

This was very dangerous, and some soldiers were accidentally pulled off their chariots by overly enthusiastic citizens.

Something flew out from the crowd. Those were flowers picked by the citizens early in the morning, and there was even fresh soil on the roots.

The most popular item among the soldiers was the handkerchiefs tied with small gifts thrown by the girls. The soldiers raised their hands high to grab these items thrown by the young Parisian girls.

Some lucky ones can't wait to open the package as soon as they get it, and there is a high probability that they will find a perfumed letter with the girl's address and a hot lip print at the end.

Of course, the soldiers who failed to grab the girl don't need to be discouraged. Paris is an open-minded place. As long as your image is not too bad, you can basically get a hug by just approaching an excited girl. If she is a little handsome, it is not impossible to get a passionate kiss.

The most eye-catching one was a Dodge multi-purpose truck. Unlike other vehicles, its entire body was wrapped with garlands and ribbons, and on it was a beautifully dressed French girl.

The off-white waist dress, light camel short windbreaker, lake green silk scarf, these ordinary clothes make the woman look stunning, especially the lips painted with bright lipstick that drive the Parisian guys below crazy.

"Renza! Renza! Renza of France! Our Renza!"

From below came the extremely excited shouts of the people, many of whom reached out to the girl, hoping to touch the corner of her clothes, and the girl also bent down to interact enthusiastically with the citizens. "Who is this? Why are people so enthusiastic about her?" He Chi withdrew from the open window and turned to ask Christine who was still lying in bed.

"The announcer of Paris Radio, the goddess of victory of France, risked her life to use the radio to ask for help from the Allies when the battle was at its most stalemate the night before yesterday, calling on the people of Paris to drive out the invaders..." Christine was halfway through her words when she found that He Chi was looking at her with strange eyes.

"Didn't you do that?"

The French girl covered her mouth with her hands, narrowed her eyes and giggled, "Okay, okay, I won't play tricks on you. She was brought in as a temporary replacement."

Then Christine sat up straight. "He, you know it's not convenient for me to show up at the front desk with my identity, but too many people heard the broadcast that night, so the Allied Forces asked for my opinion and found a girl to take over at the front desk."

"A vase?" He Chi glanced at the young and beautiful figure outside and said subconsciously.

"Not really." Christine shrugged in an unladylike manner, imitating He Chi's behavior. "Her father was the third-ranked figure in the Vichy French Propaganda Department. He was a fence-sitter and provided information to Free France during its most difficult times."

"Pushing her out is to repay her father and to reassure those Vichy French fence-sitters."

"Aren't you going to settle accounts with the traitors?" He Chi looked at Christine and found that her face was very calm.

"You know, I usually don't get involved in political affairs." Christine leaned her head on He Chi's shoulder and played with her nails like a little girl.

"According to Charles, most of them will not be included in the scope of the crackdown. After all, these people control a large amount of French wealth and artworks. If they all flee abroad, it will be a loss to the country."

"Except for a few on the list, the rest of the people will not be severely punished after they hand over most of their illegal assets, at least for one or two years."

The girl suddenly changed the subject. She leaned forward, stared into He Chi's eyes and said playfully, "Come to think of it, you also pinned the term beautiful vase on me back then, right?"

"Really? Sorry, it's been too long and I don't remember." He Chi secretly thought that this was not a good question to answer at all, so he simply lay on the bed with his eyes closed and pretended to be stupid.

Hearing a rustling sound by his ears, He Chi thought the other party had given up.

The Oriental man suddenly felt a weight in his lower abdomen. He opened his eyes and found that the girl was boldly sitting astride him.

"Did you say it or not? I want to know now." The girl pressed He Chi's chest with her slender fingers.

"Your wound cannot be disturbed, so you'd better come down."

"I know, so you can't resist and hurt me." Christine laughed and made a scene as if she had He Chi on top.

"Uh, I think I heard a sound outside the door..."

"Tsk, this is a hospital. Who would come in? I don't believe it. Don't try to change the subject."

Click! The door opened and Benjamin, covered in bandages, rushed in.

(End of this chapter)