Marvel’s Superman

Paris, star-shaped square.

The battle group with Sieglind as the core occupied this sparsely populated empty city with little effort.

None of them encountered any decent resistance since penetrating the Allied lines.

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

The Allied Bazooka rocket launchers and tank 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 the Hydra armband shouted loudly.

The cold and solemn voice echoed in the empty star-shaped square and spread far away.

Sieglinde, who was standing at the top of the Arc de Triomphe, looked at the silent city, frowning, and seemed a little puzzled.

As early as 1940, the Third Reich launched a blitz-style invasion of several low-lying countries in Western Europe.

With 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 also gave up resistance completely after the German army bypassed the Maginot Line and started to attack south.

As a result, Paris became an "undefended city".

Like a poor girl without an inch, she was driven straight in by a big German man and ravaged wantonly.

However, the French government, which was a powerful organization, made a final resistance and made a decision in advance and went into exile in Tours.

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

Afterwards, the French government claimed-

If you continue to resist, it will only cause unnecessary sacrifice of soldiers and civilians, and Paris, which has a long civilization and tradition, will be razed to the ground and turned into ruins.

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

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

So, when the German torrent of steel passed through Place de la Concorde, it encountered no decent resistance at all.

Paris, known as the "Romantic Capital", is 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 two million infantry, and more than 3,000 tanks.

As a result, no one expected that the French surrendered in only forty days.

Poland lasted for thirty-six days, Greece successfully resisted for fifty-six days, and Norway lasted for almost two months.

In contrast, France, as the hegemon of the European continent, did seem to have a crotch, so that it became a famous meme later.

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

Such as "No one can occupy Paris before France surrenders", "The French military salute is to put your hands above your head", "Only dwarfs and women can save France" and so on.

"I really don't understand why the general wants me to occupy a city without people. Paris has already fallen, and even if it was taken back by the Allies, it is of little value."

Under the cloudy night sky, Sieglind crossed her arms and said suspiciously.

She was one of the "Battleships" produced by Berlin, with long blond hair, considered a noble Aryan blood, in long braids that fell behind her shoulders.

With a height of nearly two meters, he is well-built, strong and powerful, exuding a powerful momentum that makes people dare not despise.

At Sieglind's feet were "tank-level" soldiers wearing heavy German armor, a total of thirty-four people.

Out of forty people, six soldiers were killed by tanks, snipers and bazookas.

They were scattered around the Arc de Triomphe, maintaining basic vigilance.

It was such a team that broke through the Allied front in Free France abruptly and marched unimpeded all the way to Paris, scaring the top Allies into anxiety.

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

The senior officer wearing the Hydra armband, 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 made a public threatening speech to the Allies.

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

Otherwise, London, New York, and then Paris will be reduced to ruins.

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

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

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

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

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

Sieglinde looked at the senior officer who came to supervise the battle. She was a head taller than the other party, and she spoke with a condescending meaning.

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

The senior officer called Sieglinde's real name and said solemnly, "You are a weapon of the Third Reich, and your only task is to execute orders and obey them."

"My name is Sieglinde."

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

"That's a character from an opera. The reason why the Holy General gave you such a name is just..."

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

Lift this guy up like a chick.

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

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

Sieglind pursed her lips, and a cold smile escaped.

There are strands of blazing white energy all over the body, like a curved arc that keeps beating.

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

"The Holy General decided to put the final battlefield in Paris to attract the attention of the Allies! Force the Allies to fight back and send their immature 'Superman'!"

The senior officer wearing the Hydra armband is not a stubborn person, and his will is weak.

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

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

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

"The final battlefield...meaning that the superman from the Allies might come?"

Sieglind let go of his palm, ignoring the senior Hydra officer who was trembling with fear.

All three "Battleship Classes" were very interested in the Allied Superman, the war hero jointly called "Legendary" by Roosevelt and Churchill.

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

"This credit, it seems that I will be won."

Sieglind thought so.

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

St. General was busy stabilizing the situation in Berlin and completely ignored the issue.

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

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

"Hope that Allied Superman comes here sooner so I can get an Iron Cross. Save that bastard Siegfried for showing off his Knight's Cross from the dead!"

Sieglind's thoughts scattered, quietly waiting for the bombardment to arrive.

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

In the dark night sky where the stars and moon are dim, it seems that several transport planes are flying over.

Vaguely, you can still see that it is the flag of the Allied countries!

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