Bismarck

"What do you mean? France surrendered?"

In Bismarck's memory, France would surrender in late June, but it's only June 5th!

Although history has been changing slowly since a long time ago, this news still made her feel a little helpless. If it really changed too much, she would no longer have the advantage of predicting the future.

"France surrenders?" Krupp was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Bismarck. I may have made some mistakes in my expression. Paris was declared an undefended city, but the French government still said it would resist to the end."

"Oh, I see."

Isn't that the famous Paris without defenses in history? She thought to herself.

But since Paris is no longer defended, surrender is imminent. I wonder if it will happen a few days earlier than in history?

In this case... I wonder if I will have the chance to go to Paris? Bismarck tilted his head and thought.

There are some expectations.

When Lütjens came back in the evening, Bismarck asked again about the situation in France. This time, Lütjens obviously knew much more than Krupp. She learned that the French government had reached its final moment.

"Captain, if this continues, won't France surrender?" Although Bismarck knew the outcome, he just pretended not to know and asked.

"Yeah." Lütjens carefully cut a small piece of steak and returned without raising his head. In his mind, this fact was not even as important as dinner, because in the eyes of the high command, it was only a matter of time before the once proud France surrendered.

"Oh, by the way, is there any problem with you going to Paris?" Lütjens asked after swallowing a small piece of beef elegantly and wiping his mouth.

"Huh? What's the problem?" Bismarck was not as elegant as his own captain. Although he was also cutting beef, he ate meat with big mouthfuls of the Liangshan heroes - there was nothing he could do, he was too hungry.

Without the support of the hull, the projection can only be responsible for its own energy, so Bismarck now eats like an ordinary person - even his appetite is larger than that of an adult man.

The girl with the big stomach is the cutest, okay!

"Can your projection reach France?" asked Lütjens.

"Captain, are you going to France?!" Bismarck whimpered when he heard it, quickly swallowed the meat in his mouth, and said happily.

"It's possible." Lütjens looked at her and said, "The Führer will hold a surrender signing ceremony near Paris, and we may go with him then."

"Great!!!" Bismarck slapped the table excitedly - and then saw the look in the captain's eyes.

"Ahem, I'm just too excited..." The Persian cat quickly realized where he was wrong. His face turned red and his nose almost lowered to the dining table. This behavior was so unladylike!

"It's okay at home, but you're not allowed to do this outside." Lütjens said lightly.

"Yeah." Bismarck nodded repeatedly, and was immediately overwhelmed by good mood.

"Paris, the city of romance! I've always wanted to go there!"

"Paris? The city of romance?" Lütjens said he didn't know Paris had this nickname, so he said it in confusion.

"I read this in another book, so I have always wanted to go to Paris!" Bismarck said with starry eyes.

"Oh, I see." Lütjens nodded. "So, can you go to Paris? Is it beyond your projection range?"

"It doesn't matter, Captain, don't you have a ring? With this, I can basically just follow you wherever you go." Bismarck said with a smile.

The last ring was given to Liliana, and later when she went back she gave one to Lütjens, so now she can come to Berlin safely.

"That's good. Just wait. Maybe you'll be there in a few days." Lütjens smiled and raised his glass of red wine.

"cheers"

"For victory, cheers"

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Chapter 184: Occupation

June 1940, 6 is a day worth "commemorating" for the French.

After tonight, Paris no longer has the bright lights of the city that never sleeps. The entire prosperous city is shrouded in a dark silence, as if returning to the days when the city was first built hundreds or thousands of years ago. In the darkness, only the street lamps are still lit alone, like a perpetual lamp in the dark night, pointing the way for her occupiers.

There was no one on the streets. All the citizens hid in their homes out of fear. Every household closed their doors and windows and turned off the lights - even if these could not stop the terrorists who really wanted to attack.

Four days ago, when the government packed up and rushed to Tours, more than 2 million Parisians followed government agencies to flee Paris. The remaining people who did not leave cried in public or at home, worrying about their future fate - and tonight is the moment of the final verdict.

Listening to the rumbling sound of tanks passing by outside, no one in Paris could sleep tonight.

"General, the vanguard has entered Paris and found no signs of resistance."

The chief of staff came running over with a telegram from the front, his face full of excitement. The 87th Division was affiliated with the 18th Army and was originally participating in the attack on the "Weygand Line" with friendly forces. Because it was located closest to Paris and was not the main attack mission, when it received the occupation mission, Kuchler gave it to it without hesitation.

Capturing an unarmed city would require almost no casualties, yet it would go down in history. This was a mission that was simply a pie in the sky for the 87th Division.

The 87th Division literally ran all the way to Paris.

"Paris is so quiet tonight." The division commander stood on a high slope outside the city, looking at the dark city, and sighed. Then he turned to the chief of staff and said, "Let the follow-up troops keep up and be alert. Although there is no large-scale resistance, we must also be careful of snipers!"

"Yes!"

"Also, the first thing we do when we get in is to take control of all government agencies. Replace all national flags with ours and check overnight for any important documents. Oh, and take control of the banks as well!" The division commander thought for a moment and added, "The French must have left some equipment behind when they evacuated. We must take it down as soon as possible. We can't let them stay in the hands of the French."

"Yes!"

"The last and most important point is to stay calm and restrained." The commander said seriously, "Tell the people below that no one is allowed to enter the homes of those Frenchmen without permission, and do not allow robbery and rape to happen!"

This was something that Kuchler had specifically told him. The Führer would be arriving in Paris soon, and he must not leave a devastated Paris in front of the world media.

"If anyone dares to commit this crime in the next few days, I will kill him!" He said this without hesitation.

"Yes!"

The Chief of Staff left.

"Let's go too," the division commander said to his adjutant.

"I heard that Parisian girls are very open-minded. Maybe we don't even need them to do anything. They will just come up to us on their own." The adjutant followed behind him and said with a smile, "I've been to Paris before. The girls here are very enthusiastic."

"Then it's none of my business." The commander also laughed. Men always understand each other's feelings when it comes to such things. "As long as nothing goes wrong in the next few days, I won't bother to care about what happens between them and the Parisian girl in the future."

"How about you find one too?" Adjutant Nuo Yu smiled. He knew that his boss had a "special" wife at home.

"I'll let it go." The division commander quickly shook his head. "If we stay here, my wife will definitely come too. Aren't you trying to kill me?"

"So we have to hurry." The adjutant said as a matter of course.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

The troops entered Paris from Neuilly, slowly crossed the Place de la Concorde, rumbled under the green trees of the Elysee Palace, and finally drove through the Arc de Triomphe and arrived in the city center.

It is ironic that the iconic building, which was originally built to welcome the triumphant soldiers, is now opened to invaders.

The headquarters of the 87th Division was transferred to the city hall of Paris. There were always many things to deal with in a newly occupied city. As the troops dispersed, various fortifications were built at the intersections. They controlled the main traffic arteries and quickly controlled the blood vessels of Paris.

Sporadic gunshots were heard from all over the city. Of course, with the stern warning from the division commander, the soldiers certainly did not dare to shoot at civilians at will. These were brief exchanges of fire with the underground resistance. Even if the regular army had retreated, there were always some people who would not be willing to be obedient. The German army's resistance to the underground organization had just begun. By dawn, according to the results reported, a total of more than one hundred rebels were killed or captured.

To be honest, it would be better for those who were captured to die, because as soon as the sun rose, the Gestapo would arrive right after them, and falling into their hands would be a fate worse than death.

The division commander read the report and said, "Lock up those who are still alive and then hand them over to the Gestapo. Let them take over this matter."

"Yes!"

"How many casualties did we suffer last night?" he asked.

"We lost five men in the exchange of fire and injured thirteen."

"Very good, I can accept it." The commander nodded. "It's okay, you can go down."

"Yes!"

The citizens of Paris spent a night in fear amid the sound of gunfire. A few hours seemed as long as centuries. Many people hid under the tables in their homes and trembled.

They should be thankful that, because of an order, the German troops who had just entered the city did not even break into a single house, and they had only a safe night.

Finally, daybreak came.

At first, there was no one on the streets. No one knew what the German demons described in the newspapers would do to them, so all the roads were empty.

But no one can stay at home forever. Finally, some brave people walked out of their homes. They were surprised to find that all French flags had disappeared overnight and were replaced by Nazi swastika flags. The roads were also filled with simple fortresses made of sandbags, with people wearing helmets walking around inside.

That's the Germans...

The black muzzles of the guns looked very eerie, which made the Parisians, who were used to a comfortable life, feel at a loss. When they first passed those fortresses, they were very cautious, for fear that they would suddenly be shot at from inside.

But it was obvious that they were overthinking it. After receiving the order, the German soldiers not only did not open fire at the citizens, they did not even speak ill of them, nor did they show the arrogant attitude of the occupiers. Instead, they were very friendly.

A child was passing by on the roadside, and a young German soldier ran over. Amid the gasps, everyone saw that the German gave the child a piece of delicious candy, picked him up, and kept making him laugh...

Gradually, the citizens of Paris began to relax, and some even started chatting with the invaders, and then found that the Germans were not so scary. Especially the girls, the German boys were handsome and not rude, which deepened their impression of them.

Those who stayed were basically middle class. Most of them didn’t really care much about the change of government. As long as their current lives could be guaranteed, it didn’t matter to them who was in charge. So in the harmonious atmosphere deliberately created by the Germans, the Parisians quickly accepted the presence of the Germans...

"Get ready, the notice has come down, we will go to Paris on the 20th." Lütjens looked at the order in his hand and said to Bismarck.

"Has Paris been occupied?"

"Well, early this morning, the 87th Division entered Paris and has now completely controlled all major locations in Paris." Lütjens threw the documents on the table and leaned back.

Bismarck typed on the typewriter quickly, making a clicking sound.

"Finally I have a day off. I've been so exhausted these past few days." Although she was working non-stop, she couldn't help but complain.

Dealing with those people in the Navy Department every day and running around frequently, what is even more annoying is typing, which is a great test of patience - and Bismarck is naturally lacking in patience.

If you go to Paris, where would you go?

"Are you tired?" Lütjens smiled, leaning back in his chair. He had finished a meeting and wanted to lie down for a while, but there was no bed, so he had to sit on the chair.

"You've been eating a lot more these days. Did you see the look in Krupp's eyes?"

"That's not my fault." Bismarck pouted and replied dissatisfiedly, "I'm also consuming a lot of energy by typing all day long!"

"If I return to my ship, I won't even need to eat!"

Lütjens smiled gently. It was his daily task to talk to Bismarck after work.

"Actually, I also want to go back. It's troublesome to deal with these things." Lütjens shook his head helplessly. He really was more suitable for being on a battleship. He missed the captain's room on the Bismarck a little.

"Unfortunately, it will take me several months to repair it... By the way, Captain, if we go to Paris on the 20th, will the situation in Paris be able to stabilize so quickly in just a few days?"

"Don't worry about that. It is said that the 87th Division did not encounter any resistance when entering Paris, and the Führer will be here soon. The Gestapo will surely handle it." Lütjens had no concerns about this. After all, the Führer would also be there, and the Gestapo would not be held responsible if anything happened, so they would definitely ensure stability.

"But it doesn't matter." Bismarck thought for a moment and said, "My detection range is enough to find the danger. I will guarantee your safety, Captain!"

"Oh? Then I have to thank you." Lütjens said with a smile.

"Hey, you're welcome."

"But I think the first thing is that you should type out this document for me. Don't stop working on it. The meeting will start in less than half an hour..."

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First of all, I'm really sorry to everyone. Last night, due to network problems, there was no response when I clicked it for the first time. I clicked it again, and found that there were already two chapters. I know that many students accidentally booked it, and I really apologize to everyone. Because the editor was at work the next day, I delayed deleting it until the morning...

Secondly, I probably won’t have time to update today. I’m feeling a little emotional right now... really emotional, because I’m planning on going to study orthopedics in Germany... The girl my mom introduced to me is actually a relative, so, ahem, I’m very excited.

My sister is only 18 years old!!! Should I cultivate her or should I cultivate her or should I cultivate her!

ps: I will try to update twice a day tomorrow!

Chapter 185: The City of Romance

As in her previous life, the day of France's surrender was set on June 6. Bismarck originally thought that after the great retreat at Dunkirk, the date of surrender would change and might even be brought forward, but in fact nothing had changed.

Actually, think about it - in the original history, even if France retreated successfully, it would have been a miserable defeat, and failure or not had nothing to do with it.

On the 20th, Lütjens informed Bismarck that the French government had been privately discussing surrender with Germany.

On the morning of the 21st, the Persian cat who was sitting in front of a pile of documents in the office, staring at the typewriter in a daze, looked up and saw the captain who hurried in.

"I have some good news for you."

"Eh?" The Persian cat, who was originally lazily in a daze, perked up its ears again.

"You don't have to type anymore, now we're going to Paris."

"What? Now?"