Bismarck

After the photo shoot, the sailors were relieved of their mission and gathered around with laughter. Asilao announced with a smile that everyone would get a photo of themselves after the photos were developed as compensation for their sacrifice of rest time.

The entire photography team spent the entire morning on Tirpitz, and finally at noon the shooting location was set in the battleship's restaurant. The protagonists this time were of course the beautiful ladies. They sat in the restaurant, surrounded by sailors who were eating, the best extras.

After completing the morning shooting task, everyone had a meal in the restaurant and thanked Lindemann for his care before reluctantly getting off the ship. They had to go to other places to shoot in the afternoon, and then rush back at dusk to shoot the sunset on the warship - this was the day's itinerary.

The problem of meals in the evening was still solved on Tirpitz. Anyway, there were not many people in the photography team, and the food for dozens of people was only a little more for one or two thousand sailors. After dinner, the other personnel went to the hotel to rest first. As for Bismarck, of course he stayed.

She and her sister came to the room, ready to have a long talk, the topic of the talk - of course - was the issue of the notebook.

"Don't say anything, just hand it over first." As soon as the Persian cat entered the room, he lay down on Grape's bed, rolled around and said.

“I got it…” Tizi looked at his sister aggrievedly. The latter was lying on the bed, supporting her chin with her hands and looking at him.

The bulkhead twisted, revealing the storage space inside, where rolls of sketch paper were neatly stacked.

These are all the hard work of Grapes...

The Persian cat jumped off the bed nimbly and flipped through the drawing papers. There was all kinds of content inside, including Lindemann's, ordinary sailors', natural scenery, and of course hers - mostly hers.

"Wow, Grape, your painting skills have improved." Bismarck looked at himself in the painting. It was no different from the black and white photo, as if they were carved from the same mold.

"I've been practicing whenever I have free time."

"But why do you like to draw me without clothes..." Bismarck held his forehead with his hand, "I am obviously wearing clothes."

"And..." Bismarck looked carefully at the breasts of the person in the painting and his own - and after comparing them he found that there was indeed a big difference.

"This breast is ridiculously big, I don't have any breasts that big!"

"Sister is so pretty like this!" Tizi blushed. "Draw her however you like..."

"Tell me what I should do..." The Persian cat pretended to bully the hamster - and tear up her painting (book).

However, seeing Tizi begging him eagerly, and knowing that this was her hard work, Bismarck softened his heart somehow - although it was really embarrassing to look at himself in the painting...

"Okay, okay, I won't touch your painting, but you have to hide it well. Don't let Lindeman and others see it!"

"Yeah." Tizi nodded quickly, "Don't worry, sister, I'll watch it alone!"

Bismarck nodded in satisfaction...but why did this sentence sound weirder the more he listened to it...

ps: Today's update is a little late, but there is a reason - because I have to code too much! ! I wrote 5000+ words for this scene and I just finished describing it. I don't want to delay it for a few days, so I'll just do it in one go.

Well, considering that I have written 5000 words, please give me a monthly ticket. Thank you.

Chapter 182: Paris is Undefended

On June 5, the fifth day after the end of Dunkirk, a radio wave was transmitted from the French government, informing the whole world.

Shocked the world!

The once proud and arrogant French government declared its capital, Paris, an undefended city!

An undefended city is a city without military defenses or military facilities during wartime. When a sovereign state is invaded and its capital or city is in danger of being occupied, the government of this country will declare it an undefended city in the spirit of humanitarianism to protect its citizens and the cultural relics and monuments in the city from being destroyed. It will order the garrison to withdraw and automatically give up the right to occupy the city. The city will adhere to the principle of non-resistance - according to the provisions of the Hague Convention of 1907, undefended cities shall not be bombarded.

This is equivalent to telling the world that the once glorious France no longer has the ability to defend its capital, and in order to beg for forgiveness from the invaders, it handed Paris over to Germany!

Of course, the government’s speech was certainly not like this. It still needed to give itself a fig leaf to hide its embarrassment. The speech said that because of the failure in Dunkirk, the French army lost a large number of troops and was unable to resist the full-scale attack of 140 German divisions. In order to avoid the destruction of Paris, a cultural city shared by all mankind, in the war, the army had to withdraw. The French army still resisted to the end!

Dunkirk.

"Huh..." Guderian, who was on the chariot, just sneered when he heard the news. "Will you continue to resist to the end?"

He looked at the map and drew a big red circle at the "Maginot Line" on the border between France and Germany - it was temporarily the last base of the remaining French troops. As for why he said "temporarily", it was because in a few days, the steel torrent led by Guderian would flood there!

Guderian glanced at the red circle with contempt, snorted with disdain, and then with a big stroke of his pen, he fiercely drew a big cross on the red circle! !

"Are our supplies complete? Fuel and ammunition."

He waved and a staff officer came over.

"General, everything is ready, we can set off."

After Dunkirk, the already exhausted armored forces finally stopped advancing. They were already at the end of their strength on the shore of Dunkirk. If it weren't for the cooperation of the navy and the air force, they would not have been able to swallow such a fat piece of meat. After winning this unprecedented victory, they were ordered to rest for four days, during which time they were resupplied with fuel and ammunition.

The engines of the tanks roared, and they were lined up neatly in a row. Puffs of green smoke mixed with the rolled-up dust. The young men who were originally covered in dust were now full of energy, standing in front of their tanks with confident smiles on their faces.

Guns and cannons are everywhere!

Guderian sat in the jeep, saluted with his right hand, and drove quickly past his subordinates.

"set off!"

As the last chariot passed, he gave the order calmly.

France - Paris.

"...I solemnly announce that Paris is an undefended city. The government and the army will completely withdraw from Paris within a few days to ensure the integrity of this ancient city..."

Loudspeakers rang out in all places in the city, and everyone listened silently to the voice on the radio, the voice that once promised to fight until the last moment - although he did not say so this time.

The originally bustling and noisy city suddenly became quiet!

Paris was abandoned, they were abandoned!

This big city with a magnificent culture is now like a stripped girl, helplessly waiting for the favor of the Germans!

When the broadcast ended, the streets were filled with sobbing. The once proud French people were obviously unable to accept this cruel fact.

But whether they accept it or not, their government has begun to withdraw.

The streets were packed with pedestrians and vehicles, with groups of people running out of the city, some following the government and the army, and some in small groups, with their families. People were reluctant to leave their homes, holding on to their only belongings.

It was expected that the German army would reach Paris in four days.

The army also withdrew, escorting the government officials and the people who left with them, and retreated to the rear. Compared to the sadness and anger of the people, the army was very calm, and even felt relieved.

Because they kept hearing about unfavorable fighting on the front line, knowing that their own army was losing ground, plus Dunkirk was the last straw that broke the camel's back, they were extremely afraid of the German army. There were rumors before that they would fight street battles with the German army in the city and fight to the death. Naturally, the French army was a little scared - but now... although they can't hold their heads up in the eyes of the people, at least their lives are saved.

Those who were able to flee were basically high-ranking officials and government officials, and some were lower-class people with little property close to poverty. Those who stayed behind were mostly middle-class people - they had a lot of fixed property and could not take it with them. If they fled, they might lose everything when they returned. For the sake of their property, they chose to stay.

As a result, a very strange phenomenon appeared in the whole city of Paris. People on the road walked out of the city with their heads down, and there were onlookers on both sides.

"Are we leaving?" A young Asian woman in the crowd asked in a low voice, holding a little girl and standing next to her husband.

From the low voices of the questioners, it could be clearly discerned that they were speaking authentic Chinese Mandarin. It turned out to be the woman Bismarck met in Hamburg.

"Why are we leaving?" Her husband looked at the crowd of people moving like ants and sneered, "Where can we go?"

"But the Germans are coming." said the young proprietress worriedly.

The family fled to escape the harassment of the Gestapo. They originally planned to go to Poland, but came to France after being advised by a kind girl. At first, the man in the family did not agree to go to Paris, until they heard that the war between Germany and Poland had broken out on the road, and then they were convinced.

Although their life in Paris was not entirely smooth, the unique arrogance of the French made them look down upon the people from the ancient Eastern country. After hitting a wall everywhere, they reluctantly opened a small restaurant in Paris, but they also experienced the feeling of being strangers in a foreign land.

"What if the Germans come?" her husband said. "We don't have the energy to open a business elsewhere. Even if the French become slaves of a conquered country, they are still here. What are we afraid of?"

Yes, haven’t these arrogant French also become slaves of a conquered nation? Thinking of this, the young man actually felt a little pleased in his heart.

"Let's go back and close the store early today. It's going to be a bit chaotic these next few days," he said.

"it is good."

After they left, a French woman next to them looked at them with disdain. Although she didn't understand what they said, she still felt that her air was being invaded by being around those Asian people.

"Bah, dirty yellow monkey."

ps: Oh, it’s a little late, please forgive me, please recommend and give me a monthly ticket

Chapter 183: Target, Paris

"What's the situation now?" Hitler, exhausted, sat in the command room looking at the topographic map. He hadn't slept for two days and two nights. News from the outside world kept coming here, and orders from here were distributed to subordinate troops one by one. Even after a victory like Dunkirk, there was still no reason to rest, but he became even busier.

Now has come to the final moment. If the situation continues in this way, France will inevitably be defeated. Hitler will not allow any mistakes to occur at this time.

“法军新任司令魏刚拼凑了49个师加上英国的2个师，编成了3个集团军（第6、第7、第10集团军）在索姆河和埃纳河一线构成了东西大约300英里的防线，并以17个师守马奇诺防线，准备负隅顽抗。”参谋长弯下腰在地图上点了点，画了一条线。

Hitler closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and pinched his brows with a tired look. After a while, he replied, "How are our troops moving?"

"Army Group A (4 Panzer Divisions) to make a frontal assault on the Aisne River."

"Bock's Army Group B has launched an all-out attack on the right wing and is now charging at their defenses. Rommel's 7th Armored Division crossed the Somme River early this morning. In the next two days, he will cut the French 10th Army defending the Abbeville-Amiens line in half, opening a gap for other troops to enter. If all goes well, they will be able to reach the Seine on the th!"

"Great, by the way, what about Guderian?" Hitler thought of a name.

"Guderian's Panzer Group is advancing towards the flank of the Maginot Line and is expected to arrive there soon."

"Although that is a useless line of defense, there are at least hundreds of thousands of Frenchmen gathering there. They should be the last French army. Tell Guderian to annihilate them on the spot!"

"Yes."

After giving some instructions, the chief of staff walked out.

Hitler was awake again. He bent down, holding a magnifying glass in one hand and groping for the place names on the map with the other. The French, who had once humiliated the Germans, had been beaten beyond recognition. Based on the situation at the front, Hitler heard that French soldiers would even throw their weapons under the wheels of German armored vehicles to show their surrender when they saw them.

"Where is your arrogance?" The corners of his mouth raised slightly, but it was a hint of disdainful sneer.

He will repay double the humiliation brought upon Germany by the Treaty of Versailles!

However, when he looked at a tiny dot on the map - Paris, he didn't know what to do with her.

If it was just the capital of the French, Hitler would not hesitate to raze it to the ground with heavy artillery in order to occupy it and destroy the will of the French. However, as a famous art capital, Paris has countless cultural treasures. If it is lost, it will be a pity for all mankind. As a literary youth, Hitler naturally did not want this to happen. Moreover, as a former painter, Paris was also his dream place - he would never want to destroy his holy place with heavy artillery unless it was absolutely necessary.

He thought of street fighting, which could save Paris almost completely, but in the fierce street fighting, the sacrifice of German soldiers would be countless. In the close combat, every inch of land would be shed with blood!

He also couldn't treat the lives of the soldiers as nothing - after all, it was the early stages of the war and things were going unusually smoothly, so he wasn't that crazy yet.

What should he do with this little devil Paris?

You can’t fight, and you can’t not fight!

"Führer! The French government declares Paris an undefended city!" So when the Foreign Minister rushed in to report the news, Hitler couldn't believe it.

All his fatigue was swept away. This was definitely the best news he had heard in recent days!

Even worse than Dunkirk.

"you sure?"

"Sure, the French government said that in order to preserve the integrity of Paris, they declared Paris undefended, but they will still resist to the end!"

"here you go!"

Hitler automatically ignored the latter sentence. He only knew that Paris was undefended.

He walked quickly to the battle map and took a quick look.

"Let the troops closest to Paris immediately abandon their current mission and make occupying Paris their primary goal!"

"yes! "

Bismarck finished three days of filming and returned to Berlin. Asilau said goodbye to her happily and sent a car to take her home in person.

Without Bismarck's relationship, this shoot would certainly not have been so smooth, so it's normal to express my gratitude.

"Ms. Bismarck, I will develop these photos as soon as possible." Asilo said with a smile in the car, "Then you will be able to see your photos on the streets!"

"Hehe." Bismarck smiled awkwardly. In fact, she didn't want to be so famous. Hiding quietly in the crowd was a good way to conceal her identity. But this time there was no other way...

"Then I'll be leaving first. I'll send you the sample as soon as possible. Goodbye, Miss Bismarck."

"Goodbye, director..." Bismarck waved and smiled until the car disappeared from sight.

The smile fell.

"Phew, so tired——"

"Miss Bismarck is back." Krupp opened the door to greet her.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted after being out for a few days." Bismarck shook his head. He was fine physically, but mentally exhausted...

"Well - where's the captain? Isn't today Sunday?" Bismarck asked and answered himself. "Oh, yes, he must be in the Admiralty."

I'm so busy now, how can I have any days off?

"Yes, the general is in the Navy Department." Krupp walked in front and opened the door.

"Has anything happened recently?" She walked into the house, put her things on the coffee table, and then went upstairs.

It was just a casual question, but Krupp's words made her stop.

"Miss Bismarck, don't you know? Paris has surrendered!"

"Alle?" She turned. "Paris surrenders?"