Just when the United States was in a hurry to support Britain, German tanks had swept across the west coast of France. 70,000 British soldiers were captured without much resistance. In this way, none of the British expeditionary forces deployed on the European continent could escape in an institutional way and were all captured in German concentration camps.

At this time, the front fender of the tank of the 1st Armored Division of the German Armored Force, which was closest to Paris, was less than 20 kilometers away from the city center of the French capital. Charles de Gaulle stopped a slight resistance. Two B1 tanks attempted to attack the German tank troops on the flanks, but the alert German reconnaissance troops discovered the ambush circle and called Stuka in the air to destroy the French tanks and killed 20 French soldiers ambushing around.

In the capital of Germany, near the suburbs, everyone was waiting in line to fill out the registration form to join the invincible German team and help their nation expand their territory. These citizens who came to sign up were inexplicably fanatical about the Great German Party and the great head of state Acardo Rudolph. They were willing to put their hands on the national flag and swear allegiance to the great head of state and the country.

This place can be described as crowded, not inferior to the registration office of British sailors. This nation called Germany is equally excellent than the British. They are willing to sacrifice their lives for their motherland and are willing to forge German swords for German plows.

This is also the foundation of Germany's invincibility and the driving force for Germany's prosperity. After one young man filled out his own forms, he walked towards the truck next to him. He gathered a truck and someone took them away. What awaited them would be 60 days of hard training. These people had to shoot at least 300 bullets before they could leave the recruit camp and be assigned to the frontline troops to fight for the motherland and honor.

Although this kind of quick training is quite relaxed compared to the era of the National Wehrmacht, it is still one of the most stringent training standards on the European continent. In comparison, the main force of the British is nothing more than this standard. The French have only two weeks of training for the later mobilization of troops, and the Italians have lower requirements...

So even these later supplementary soldiers were enough to be called elite infantry. Compared with the veterans who experienced the Battle of Poland and the Battle of Belgium, these new soldiers seemed a little immature. As long as they could survive the first few days of participating in the war, these soldiers could immediately exert their strong combat power and become warriors of the hundred battles under the head of state.

The team, which could not see the end, suddenly stopped slowly squirming. At the desk at the recruitment office, an old man, about 55 years old, pressed the edge of the table with one hand while leaning on a slender Mauser 1898 rifle with the other hand.

"Old man, this is the recruitment office. At your age, don't make trouble..." An officer in charge of recruitment persuaded him laughingly and cryingly: "You have also seen that we only have unemployed men between the ages of 16 and 40. You have at least 50. We really can't accept them..."

"What? I don't want to eat alone? Old man, I don't have much ability. Going to kill people is the ancestor of you, the kids who are not even full of hair!" The old man looked hot and slapped the table and shouted loudly: "You were just born when I was fighting the British with this old guy!"

While he said, he shook the old-fashioned Mauser rifle in his hand, with a look of pride and pride, because he was well maintained and was as angry as a bell when he spoke. It seemed that even this simple recruitment awning was about to be lifted away.

"Old man, stop making trouble. You know you have fought a war, but what time has it been? Are you chasing a car or a tank?" A young man queuing behind the old man also persuaded him.

"Young man. I have no other ability. I have relied on fighting against the British and received national subsidies to survive. I can't do anything but kill people." The old man sighed and said, "I just don't want my ability to be abandoned..."

"Look at what you said, what other extraordinary skills can you have? We will also open our eyes to perform for us." The young officer in the recruitment office said with a smile.

The middle-aged officer who had not spoken at the side frowned and finally spoke, but he did not speak to the old man, but taught the young officer a lesson: "How do you speak? Do you still remember the head of state's words to us? Stand up and recite them to me!"

"Yes!" The young officer immediately put away his arrogance, stood attentively and began to recite the reprimand of the head of state to the conscription office: "Since as the head of state of Germany, I have never dared to despise the heroes of the world, I have never dared to forget the trust of the people, and I have never dared to deceive the heroes of the whole country. When you go to recruit elite soldiers and generals for the empire, you must not be despised, you must not have arrogant thoughts, you must not take away the wishes of others, and you must not laugh at the ambition of fools."

"Okay! With just these words, the old man sold this bone to the head of state!" The old man nodded and smiled, "Let you see my skills, so that you can quickly give me a form to join the army."

While laughing, he stepped on the rifle bolt with his foot. With a crisp click, the bolt was pulled open. The bolt was completely rusted inside the bolt, as if it was brand new. He didn't see how the old man was doing, but he just kicked his toes and closed the bolt and let the bullet hit the bolt.

He lifted the pole with his right hand that had been eliminated, but was kept as new as a rifle. The spear drew a beautiful circle in the air and fell into the old man's hands. The old man didn't aim, and the spear looked forward. The gunshot hit the flagpole of a building in the distance. The dust was flying on it and the flagpole swayed, attracting countless people in the long line behind applause.

The old man didn't say anything, and his right hand squirted from the trigger position. With a click, the second bullet was loaded. The strong and powerful hand was as steady as a rock. His face slightly tilted, and the gunshot sounded again. With a "bang!", the bullet was like eyes, and hit the same roof flagpole almost three hundred meters away. It splashed a piece of white gray again, shaking the flagpole.

"Okay!" More people clapped, and the cheering voices made the people who stopped and watched stretched their necks. Even the young officer who was still arrogant just now staring and couldn't speak.

"Old man, the shooting skills are amazing!" The middle-aged officer smiled and clapped his hands: "This is a downtown area, so don't open fire casually. The police will probably come later."

"I was embarrassed to say at the beginning, afraid that you would say I would brag. On the poster behind you, the big bearded man holding a sniper rifle, he is my son!" The old man said unsurprisingly, pointing to the poster posted on the wall to build momentum in his conscription office, and said loudly with pride in his tone.

"The old man is the father of the sniper genius?" Even the middle-aged officer was shocked and asked, "The father of the man who killed 210 enemies?"

"What a genius." The old man snorted and laughed, with disdain on his face: "I didn't teach him step by step? His two moves are just my three-point true teaching."

This is obviously a bragging, and the middle-aged officer did not expose it and said with a smile: "If the old man doesn't dislike it, please follow me to have a detailed discussion. The head of state once said that it is easy to get a general but it is a pity for the old man to go to the front line. If he could teach this skill to the soldiers of the empire, wouldn't everyone be able to wear a hundred steps?"

The officer walked around his table and immediately pulled the old man to the convertible car parked not far away, saying something while walking, which made the people queuing behind him look envious.

Looking at the crowd behind, the young officer coughed gently with a red face and gritted his teeth to continue his work. However, because of the old man's "performance", the scene of saving his life became more and more lively. The team behind him still couldn't see the tail, and the crowd was crowded with people.

Compared with the lively recruitment office, another recruitment office is also crowded. This recruitment office recruits young people and old workers with skills. Compared with the vast number of sailor families in Britain, Germany is indeed much inferior in sailing. However, Germany has a strong industrial foundation and was once bound by the Treaty of Versailles, so there are so many workers who stay in the city without a job.

Some old skilled workers who had retired asked to return to their posts, teach new apprentices, and help them to make a contribution to the rise of the empire. With these people actively signing up, it seems that the Head of State hoped that Germany would double its industrial output value in 1938 would not be difficult.

Just when the crowds lined up outside the registration site were in full swing, just as Germany's development was in full swing, a telegram flew to the telegram room of the Presidential Palace with wings, and finally, after the password was translated, it was placed on the desk of the Head of State Akado.

Akado frowned and picked up the telegram starting with Italy, looked at it, smiled bitterly and threw it aside. Augustus, who was beside him, picked up the telegram and looked at it, and was stunned by the head of state's Prophet.

The document clearly stated: 32 Italian divisions fought an unprecedented battle with 16 French divisions at the border. The Italian troops eventually lost to France and retreated to the border. The French team was forced to logistical pressure and the crisis in the capital, and did not pursue the retreating Italian troops.

"You really got it! My Head of State." Augustus and Acardo smiled bitterly, put the telegram documents back on the table, and asked, "So according to the head of state, how should we deal with this Italy with such weak combat power?"
Chapter completed!