Marvel's Superman

Chapter 103 - 100 | Monsters From Berlin Landing In Paris.

Chapter 103 - 100 Monsters From Berlin Landing In Paris.

Paris, Place de l'Étoile.

With Sieglinde as the core of the battle group, they took over the sparsely populated empty city without much effort. ??

Since penetrating the Allied lines, they hadn't encountered any decent resistance.

Regular troops, or sporadic resistance forces, were as vulnerable as unarmed children in front of Sieglinde.

The bazooka rocket launchers of the Allied forces and tank group artillery bombardment didn't play a prominent role.

"Berlin sent a telegram, an hour later, begun bombing. "

Under the Arc de Triomphe, the senior officer wearing the Hydra armband shouted.

The cold voice echoed through the empty star-shaped square and carried far away.

Standing at the top of the Arc de Triomphe, Sieglinde looked out at the silent city, frowning, as if puzzled.

As early as the 1940s, the Third Reich carried out blitz invasions of several lowland countries in Western Europe.

With the roar of tanks and artillery, Belgium, the Netherlands, and Luxembourg surrendered one after another and became occupied areas.

Once the European hegemon, France ultimately gave up its resistance after the German army bypassed the Maginot line and began to attack the south.

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

Like a pitiful naked girl, she was ravaged by the big German man and ravaged wantonly.

The French government, which was supposed to organize a last-ditch rebellion, made a surprisingly quick decision to go into exile in Tours, Western France.

Seeing the politicians sitting on the throne running away, the remaining two million Parisians also fled with them.

Afterward, the French government claimed that--

'If they continue to resist, they will only cause the unnecessary sacrifice of soldiers and civilians, and Paris, with its long tradition as a civilization, will be flattened and reduced to rubble.'

'To preserve the light of civilization in Paris and the life and property of the French people, they should simply surrender.'

It was necessary to say that these people were really logical geniuses, and the Allies had simply found a treasure.

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

Paris, known as the 'city of love,' is under the shadow of the Third Reich.

You should know that at that time, France was the country with the strongest armed forces.

There were tens of thousands of large caliber guns, over 2 million infantries, and over 3,000 tanks.

In the end, no one expected that it took only 40 days for the French to surrender.

It lasted 36 days, Greece successfully resisted for 56 days, and Norway lasted almost a few months.

In contrast, as the dominant player in Europe, France really looked awful, so much so that it later became a well-known tragedy.

Since then, a variety of 'insulting remarks' emerged, gradually forming a trend.

For example, 'No one can take over Paris before France surrenders,' 'The French military salute is to raise your hands above your head,' 'Only diminutive men and women can save France', and so on.

'I don't understand why the General wants me to take over an uninhabited city. Paris has long fallen, and even though it was taken back by the Allies, it has little value. '

Under the dense night sky, Sieglinde crossed her arms in front of her chest, wondering.

She was one of the 'battleship-class' created by Berlin. She has long golden hair, considered a trait of Aryan noble bloodline, which falls behind her shoulders in a long braid.

She is nearly 2 meters tall, physically fit, strong and powerful, and emitted a strong aura. No one could take her lightly.

At Sieglinde's heels were the 'tank-class' soldiers in heavy German armor, a total of 34 men.

Originally there were 40 men; 6 soldiers were sacrificed against tanks, snipers, and rocket launchers.

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

Such a team penetrated the Allied lines in Free-France and pushed its way unimpeded to Paris, scaring the Allied top brass.

"This was the battle plan developed by General Guderian. In another hour, the whole of Paris will be in flames!"

The senior officer with the Hydra armband, standing under the Arch, tilted his head and shouted.

The bombing of Paris was an order given by Berlin.

This morning, the Third Reich made a threatening public speech to the Allies.

The other side claimed that unless the Western Allies withdrew to their own territory and announced their surrender--

London and New York will be reduced to rubble, just like Paris.

"Why do I get the impression that he wants the Allies to put all their forces in Paris? "

Sieglinde narrowed her eyes and jumped off the Arc de Triomphe.

Falling from a height of 50 meters to the ground did not affect this female 'battleship-class' soldier.

With a slight bend in her legs,

She removed the force of her fall and walked up to the senior officer.

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

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

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

The senior officer called Sieglinde by her real name and whispered, "You are a weapon of the Third Reich. Your only task is to execute orders and obey. "

"My name is Sieglinde. "

This 'battleship-class' female soldier raised her eyebrows. The blonde hair hanging down to her waist fluttered suddenly.

"That's the character in the opera. The reason why General Sankt gives you such a name is just …"

Before the senior Hydra officer could finish speaking, Sieglinde quickly extended her right hand and grabbed her opponent directly by the neck.

She lifted the guy as if she was lifting a chicken.

To her, the human body is as fragile as a piece of paper,

Which could be crumpled at any time.

"I am Sieglinde, the 'Valkyrie' of the empire. This is the honor bestowed upon me by the General. And, what I ask, you answer. Don't talk too much. This isn't Berlin. It's prevalent for soldiers to die on the battlefield. "

Sieglinde's lips pursed, and a cold smile escaped.

The wispy white energy around her body resembled curved arcs of electricity that kept jumping.

If she wanted to, she could turn this self-righteous coward into a pile of charcoal in just a few moments.

"General Sankt decided to put the final battlefield in Paris to attract the attention of Allies! Forcing the Allies to counterattack by sending their underdeveloped 'Supermen'!"

The senior officer wearing the Hydra armband isn't some stubborn, weak-minded person.

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

Who told him to see it with his own eyes? This 'battleship-class' female soldier blasted a tank into scrap metal.

Countless Allied soldiers have died at the hands of the other party, and there's no need to become one of those poor souls.

"The final battlefield … means that the Superman of the Allied countries may come?"

Sieglinde loosened her palm and ignored the senior Hydra officer, who was shivering with fear.

All three 'battleship-classes' are very interested in the Allied Superman, a 'legendary' war hero by Roosevelt and Churchill.

If they could wring the other side's head, it will undoubtedly bring a devastating blow to the Allies' morale.

'Do I … want this credit?'

Sieglinde thought so.

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

General Sankt was busy stabilizing the situation in Berlin and completely ignored this problem.

The so-called 'Aryan Supermen' were no different from other soldiers.

They also need to be recognized. They need a medal that symbolizes honor, not just as a propaganda object for the Axis Powers.

'I wish the allied Superman would come sooner so that I could get an Iron Cross. Spare that bastard Siegfried from showing off his Knight's Cross awarded by the deceased!'

Sieglinde's thoughts diverged, and she quietly waited for the bombing.

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

In the night sky, where the stars and moon are dim, there seem to be several transport planes flying over.

Vaguely, one can see that it was the flag of the Allies!

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