July 28th, as usual, the morning glow as bright as flames hangs in the sky, and it is another clear day.

The air is also filled with the coolness of morning dew. The morning sun shines through the lush sycamore trees beside the streets and cast irregular spots on the neat avenues. The Seine River flows peacefully and quietly. The grey wild pigeons start their daily morning exercises, and the sound of birds singing lingers in the air.

It seems that today is just as usual, and it will be an ordinary and ordinary day.

But in fact, from the moment the first ray of sunshine shines on this city, this day is destined to leave its marks in history. This is an extraordinary day that has been determined by fate.

Today, Paris wakes up much earlier than before. The proud Parisian citizens did not wait lazily for the sun to shine on their warm and comfortable beds as they usually are before getting up with their sleepy eyes.

When the sun had not yet had time to emit its warmth, groups of citizens had appeared on several streets in the center of Paris. They gathered in the gardens on both sides of the street and the open-air cafe that opened early, and greeted and chatted with each other easily.

From the continuous sound of harsh breaths, it can be heard that many of them did not fall asleep last night. Everyone talked about the same topic, that is, the German army enters the city.

The news that Paris received the day before yesterday is really hard to describe the mood of France when she learned the news. It is difficult to summarize it in one sentence with mixed feelings.

The leaders of the Paris military and political affairs wanted to run to the Eiffel Tower and yell a few times to express the resentment accumulated during this period. The group of hateful Germans finally had enough fun and were willing to enter the city.

In order to share their happiness with the citizens, the Paris authorities decided to let the citizens of Paris know the news as soon as possible. Although the process was very complicated, since the Paris Radio Station had not been repaired, the Paris Municipal Government mobilized all the media forces that could be mobilized, and even used all the inspections to go to the grassroots level. Finally, before the evening of the same day, everyone knew the news they had been looking forward to.

Paris was in full swing that night. Many entertainment venues, cafes, bars, dance halls, and even sensational courtyards announced that all consumption was half discounted that night, so Parisians were having fun all night like a festival.

It’s not that the Parisians have forgotten their nationality, nor that they want to sell their country and seek honor. Instead, the feeling of abandonment is really bad, and their emotions that have been suppressed for two weeks have finally been released.

In the past two weeks, they have tried various ways to position themselves, but they have failed helplessly.

They once wanted to fight the invaders as a patriot, and they wanted to get support from their government, but the result disappointed them.

The French government completely abandoned their capital and the citizens of Paris.

Marshal Betan even sent a telegram in order to start an upcoming armistice negotiation and to avoid stimulating the German side again, in the name of the Government of the Third French Republic. The telegram ordered the citizens of Paris to actively cooperate with the Germans' reception actions for the future of the French nation, and also made strict statements that any resistance between them would be declared illegal.

What's even more outrageous is that Beden completely cut off the information channels between Paris and the outside world. Even Lieutenant General Denz doesn't know what the situation outside is like now. All the external situations he knows now have to listen to the radio.

The French government's radio station is completely unreliable. In addition to a lot of war reports that idiots now know are bragging, they call on the French to keep restrained and obey the government's orders and arrangements.

Moreover, they did not seem to have any interest in the current situation in Paris, and there was no support or concern for the Parisians on the radio. It seemed that there was no city of Paris in the world. This made the Parisians really sad. However, this place was once the capital of France. In the end, it was the German radio broadcast and brought a few words to Paris from time to time.

Although Lieutenant General Dantz, who kept his mind clear, suppressed the shocking telegram from Betan, he did not announce to all the citizens of Paris as ordered in Betan's telegram that he knew that the consequences of publishing such things could be a mutiny or a national riot.

However, this thing was not suppressed in the end. Several silly magic officials who were almost stunned by this order still poked out this embarrassing order, and even spread it all in Paris.

Fortunately, Denz underestimated the Parisians' patience. The riot did not happen, but the image of the French government was on the verge of bankruptcy in the eyes of the Parisians.

However, before this wave of storm passed, news spread on the streets that the government took away Paris municipal reserves when it retreated, causing Paris's current reserves to come to an end, and General Denz was preparing to restore the food rationing system.

The Parisians were finally angry. In the eyes of the government, were they like an abandoned pet, and who would pick them up? The Parisians were completely disappointed with the current French government.

So, a series of farces under anarchy appeared later, with a hundred schools of thought and a red uprising. The Parisians were very busy during that time.

But when the Parisian citizens exhausted their enthusiasm and returned home exhausted, a feeling of helplessness arises.

What is he? The French? The government has kicked him to Germany. The Germans? What he is flowing with the proud Gaulian blood. Not to mention whether the barbaric invaders have a sense of identity with him, I will not agree with this view even if I ask myself. What's more, the Germans seem to have no interest in Paris now. It seems that the Germans don't want this city. Paris seems to be abandoned by both sides.

The most brilliant and beautiful city in the world, the capital of France, and the brightest pearl in Europe, sounds like a joke now.

It is not the Middle Ages now, and Paris is located inland and does not rely on other countries. Paris cannot become a city of seclusion for survival and development alone. Although some stupid guys who have brains are hypoxia have made speeches like asking to announce Paris Duli on the streets, anyone with a sound brain sneered at it.

The Parisians finally felt the mood of the Alsace and the Lorraines. This feeling of no sense of belonging is indeed very uncomfortable and will drive people crazy.

Now that the Germans are finally going to enter the city, the Parisians always feel a little disappointed. In the celebration that night, they did not have the sadness of saying goodbye to their motherland and the grief of being abandoned.

But now that things are a foregone conclusion, life still needs to continue to live, so start to adapt to life under the management of the Germans from today.

However, what was the German like? What was the army that beat half of Europe? Paris citizens came to the location notified by the municipal government early to wait for the Germans to arrive with curiosity about this issue.

At 7:40 in the morning, the Champs Elysees were already full of Parisian citizens watching the Germans enter the city. The scene was noisy, and the citizens were talking loudly about the ceremony to begin. Many people were carrying the coffee bought from the open-air cafe on the side of the road, holding cigarettes and chewing on the fruits and breakfasts they brought. Various vendors selling snacks and cigarettes were shuttled back and forth among the crowd.

It seems that after more than two weeks of siege, the already large nerves of the Parisians have been tempered and thicker. Now they seem to be more like visiting a large circus parade than participating in the invaders' entry.

In order to maintain order, Paris mobilized all the troops of the wise inspectors. French wise inspectors, wearing round barrel hats and black uniforms, were patrolling back and forth, and sweating all over the head of the rushing citizens who were constantly rushing out of the sidewalk and looking forward back to the team.

At this moment, the sound of the plane engine sounded in the air, and everyone looked up at the air.

It sounded like it was not a big plane, and the engine sound was very crisp and rhythmic. Then the source of the sound suddenly appeared in everyone's sight. A "white stork" with an iron cross emblem swept lightly over the Champs Elysees. This light communication reconnaissance plane flew low and slow. For the first time, the citizens of Paris saw a German plane from such a close distance, and the crowd couldn't help but feel a commotion.

"Look, she seems to want to land!" a citizen screamed loudly.

Indeed, the "white stork" slowly circled in the air, and then slowly lowered the height along the Champs Elysees, and seemed to want to land on this street.

The narrowest part of the Champs Elysees is also 70 meters, and the widest part is 120 meters, which is a veritable "street". As long as the pilot passes the skills, there is no problem with this kind of light aircraft landing here. Just be careful not to hit the tall sycamore trees on both sides.

The altitude of the plane slowly decreased, the head of the plane slowly leveled, the plane glided close to the middle line of the street like a track-torn track, and a smile appeared on the pilot's face. Everyone could see that this would be a perfect landing.

But an unexpected accident happened at this moment. Just as the plane wheel touched the ground, a small figure suddenly rushed out on the street less than two hundred meters in front of the plane, and was running quickly towards the center of the street.

Everyone present was stunned by what happened suddenly, and the citizens who saw this scene couldn't help but scream.

No one knows how the child ran to the street from Jingzha's nose, and no one knows why the child did this. The only thing everyone knows now is that a tragedy will happen in front of them.

At this moment, a French jingcha who had reacted suddenly rushed out of the street and ran towards the child. He wanted to stop the tragedy, but everyone around him knew that it was too late.

The plane was gliding towards the child at a rapid speed, the engine was still running, and two propellers as sharp as machetes were approaching quickly towards the small figure. The timid man had closed his eyes and dared not look anymore.

The French genius had already rushed to the child. He saved the child's small body and wanted to turn around and leave, but he also found that it was too late. The propeller that was rotating rapidly in front of him was already close to him.

The Jingzhan hugged the child in despair and turned around and half-kneeled, hoping to use his body to block the harm of the child in his arms. Although he knew that his ** and a piece of paper were no different from that of a piece of paper in front of the propeller of the plane, he still subconsciously did it.

People opened their mouths and stared blankly at the touching and tragic scene in front of them. They burst into a second burst of exclamations.

But before their screams ended, things suddenly changed, and the scream was covered by louder cheers.

Just when the plane was less than ten meters away from the middle of the road, with a harsh engine roar, the iron-gray "white stork" suddenly rose up again, roaring over the kneeling Jingcha's head. The violent hurricane blew off the Jingcha's cap. The light contact plane struggled and slid forward for more than ten meters before smashing it back to the ground.

This time, it was not as casual as before when landing. Because the front of the plane was lifted too hard, the plane had stalled, so it was more appropriate to use falling to land this time.

The light "white stork" now looked like a clumsy albatross jumping crookedly on the ground and glided forward. With the sound of a string of metal breaking, a solid landing gear was finally broken by the huge force when it fell. The plane suddenly turned sideways to the ground. With a harsh friction, the plane turned ninety degrees on the ground and then stopped suddenly.

Everyone present stared blankly at the plane that was still emitting wisps of smoke in front of him, and could not say a shocked word.

But as everyone gradually woke up from the thrilling scene just now, they first responded quickly, followed by a few citizens closest to the nearest, and finally almost all the Parisians present rushed towards the German machine that was tilted on the Champs Elysees.
Chapter completed!