My Third Empire

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"How about this posture?" Pressing his hand on the statue, Ren tried to make a very awe-inspiring look, and opposite him were three or four professional photographers with cameras, these people holding spotlights. , Select a different angle that you think is perfect and press the shutter crazyly against Rennes.

On the way he came, he knew that the holiday of food, clothing, lodging and travel in Berlin would never be as easy as he had imagined. Sure enough, the next day the German Propaganda Department came to a whole propaganda team, and began to pack the head-to-toe of the two car crews.

"Look up, yeah! Lift your chin up! Okay! Put your hands on the armband, yes!" A photographer shouted loudly, fiddling with his camera. Rennes suddenly had a feeling that if he was a blonde beauty, this photo might feel better ... Of course, it is more popular.

The only thing that made him feel lucky was that the photographers came with a beautiful woman in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses. How beautiful is that woman? I heard that it was so beautiful that it had been gossip with the heads of state. The round buttocks, slender waist, and full **** swallowed saliva. I heard that her name is Fanny, and she is really a good woman.

Being a head of state is really a blessed career. Rennes thought seriously. I heard that the wife of the head of state is more beautiful. This rumor seems to have some boasting elements. The Fanny is already a beautiful woman in front of her. How could anyone be more beautiful than her?

Thinking about it, I took my hand back from the fake statue. The statue was modeled after a statue on a square in Warsaw, Poland. The set behind was also fake. The only real thing was the tank parked behind .

They are now in a military barracks, and after a few days of filming, they need to print and distribute propaganda posters for the whole army. In order to be foolproof, even the Minister of the German Propaganda Department, Fanny, took time out of her busy schedule to personally manage this important propaganda offensive. Because nearly 10,000 casualties reduced the enthusiasm of the domestic army to join the war, the head of state ordered to use all possible means to promote the battle of Poland.

Soon, the fake photos were completed. The rest can come true: the crew was called into the tank and used the most understandable and relaxed posture to perform the action the photographer wanted. At this moment, they seemed to have recovered their soul and were resolute It makes people feel distressed at first glance.

In the prosperity of the city, in those boring activities, Rennes always seem to feel that they are missing, at this moment-when they touched their tank, they understood. What is missing is actually very simple, that is, the partner who silently accompanied them to win one victory after another, the old friend covered with mottled bullet marks, that is the leopard tank.

This is a habit that is refined before life and death. This habit penetrates into the bone marrow in just one month and becomes a subconscious instinct. This is an indescribable feeling, just like a brand mark, lingering in the mind. Only members of the chariot group can understand and speak to each other.

Bruce's hands holding champagne up and down, although it was only a light glass bottle, he never carried one hand, only Andre knew that it was his posture of holding a cannonball; Andre was not old but He always bowed his waist and probed his neck, only Ren knew that the height was exactly the position of the sight. What Renn himself does not know is that he always squeezes his right fist subconsciously. If he is on a tank, he needs to hold the armrest to maintain his balance.

And Bowman, Clark, and Marcus ... the war has left a trace on everyone. It is like a breeze, never opening but letting people feel its existence.

"I finally knew what was wrong." Fanny said while watching the soldiers sitting on the tank, and the photographer Hugo who was deliberately sent by Akado: "Let people find their old military uniforms!"

Hugo suddenly realized, yes, it was like adding a new photo frame to an old photo, and the feeling of vicissitudes disappeared instantly. These are not the honor guards who kicked the pace in the square parade. These are veterans who came to Berlin because of extraordinary honors on the battlefield.

How to get honor on the battlefield? The easiest way is: kill people, kill many people! Kill people more efficiently than others! More calmly than anyone who kills with the highest efficiency! These soldiers can be said to be the pride of the empire, but also a group of murderous demon kings. Since it is a murderous demon king, you can't easily change the temperament of the rest of the battle, any decoration will make this breath extremely uncoordinated.

When Ren and others put on their uniforms that hadn't had time to wash, they seemed to have recovered their souls. A dusty black SS military uniform with a thin collar worn by the throat talker, a white salty belt left by the sweat, and oily sleeves and front flaps-this is them Soul, their temperament!

These changed tank soldiers climbed into the tank, no longer cautiously afraid of scratching the new outfit, no longer being bound by the brand new armed belt, they were confident in their faces, with a seemingly smile on the corners of their mouths, and they were old But it complements the dusty tank. It has been two days since I came to Berlin. Only now are they armored soldiers, and only this moment they are the **** of war of the SS ’s third armored division.

"Wait for the honor ceremony, don't change their clothes." Fanny looked at these young or no longer young faces and said to several SS officers on the side: "Just let them in."

"Minister Fanny, are you doing this well? All the officials present were imperial officials, heads of state ..." An officer lowered his head and emphasized, "I'm afraid it won't end well ..."

"What are you afraid of? Fear of dirt? This is the soldier of our empire! They are not afraid of hardships and face death directly-they are the most people in this empire who should drink red wine and eat sausages and go on the red carpet!" Guard officer: "The head of state is much smarter than you think! If he cares about the clothes of these outstanding soldiers, it is not the man I fell in love with."

"Gudong" swallowed his saliva, and the SS officer nodded: "I understand, Minister Fanny, I will arrange it here."

"Arrangement? What arrangement? Let them walk in like this!" Fanny smiled: "It's mine if something goes wrong!"

"Yes!" The officer had to stop talking.

A familiar music and a familiar venue. Akado walked on the thick red carpet, but he was thinking of the far west battlefield. He was promoted to the first Field Marshal of the Third Reich a few days ago, and today he is here to award other elites the medals they deserve.

Along the way, he heard the officials who were on the scene talking, and he was still wondering what happened, but when he saw the soldiers from the front standing in a row waiting for him to hang the medal, he was finally Know the reason.

He sorted out the SS uniforms he was wearing, then smiled and looked at Reinhardt behind him? Heidrich: "I am very satisfied with the soldiers you selected for the empire! I hope you can continue to serve the empire. Deliver these outstanding talents. "

Having said that, he strode forward and came to Rennes and others, and the meeting place was quieted down, because after all everyone had to leave some face to the head of empire.

"Your clothes are incompatible with today's meeting place." Akado stood in front of these soldiers and said with a smile: "There are new utensils and bright red carpets everywhere. But you are wearing dirty clothes brought back on the battlefield. "

He reached out and helped Ryan brush the creased epaulettes on his shoulders, bringing tiny dust under the bright lights. All the official guests were breathless and seemed to be waiting for Akado to furious, but they were waiting for Akado's other remarks: "Fortunately, you are out of tune with here."

"If we go on the battlefield, our heads may be smashed by bullets in a few minutes." Akado pointed his head and said, "And you are the excellent soldiers who can bring victory back on the battlefield. "

He glanced around the venue, with dignity and oppression in his eyes, so that the officials who had discussed it shyly avoided the gaze: "Don't dismiss the dust on these soldiers! Don't care about their dirty! These people are for the German people Fight on the battlefield to kill enemies! I can rely on these faithful people today, and we can laugh and laugh here because Germany has them! You should give them the highest respect! Because they are the backbone of Germany ! "

"The empire needs you! Need more young people like you who are willing to give their lives for the motherland! But I need you to come back from the battlefield alive! Alive! Live well! Share victory with us!" Akado took another shot I slapped Ryan's arm before letting go of his own arm: "If necessary, everyone in this room will sacrifice their lives for the rise of the empire."

"Salute to the heroes!" An old man dressed in aristocratic costume first spoke, it seems that he is the most prestigious here except the head of state.

"Mr. August is right! Salute the heroes!" All the officers raised their wine glasses, and the atmosphere became active at once. It seemed that all the people in this room would give their lives to the empire.

"Gentlemen. For Germany!" Akado raised his arms high and saluted a German ceremony. With a clatter, everyone raised their arms: "Long live the heads of state!"

"Long live the heads of state!" The soldiers waiting for the medal to be hung by Akado also raised their arms.

Military music sounded again, and the war song of the armored soldiers echoed again above the hall. As the head of the empire, Akado hung the Iron Cross medals one by one on the chests of these people. For Rennes, he replaced the Iron Cross and hung the envious Knight Iron Cross.