Officer x You (Forty-three)
Overhead background, overhead background, different world
System text, private character settings, private names and place names
The male and female protagonists are not biological children
A total of 14,000~
Henri Lafont, wearing a black military uniform and with one hand in his trouser pocket, stood not far away and nodded hello to you. Piaf hurried over, acted intimately, and whispered to him.
You hold Emma, who is still in an excited state, in your arms, your forehead against hers, and whisper to her to calm down. You don't want to judge the relationship between Piaf and Henri Lafont, but you really hate that sanctimonious man too much.
He appears polite on the outside, but is actually cold-blooded and ruthless at heart. He is of American and French descent, but has long been a slave to the occupiers.
"Madame, I promised Monsieur Lafont that I would go to the Moulin Pigalle and sing for them on the day he was discharged."
Seeing you walking further and further away, Piaf hurriedly chased after you. From your indifferent expression, she guessed that you knew Henri Lafont. After all, who in Paris didn't know who was the actual person in charge of the black market?
"The first song I sang in my life is known to all of France. If you have the chance, I hope you can come to Montmartre again with your little angel."
Piaf's incoherent words may leave you slightly puzzled, but a close encounter allows you to more clearly see the anticipation in her big blue-gray eyes, making you unconsciously drawn into them.
She was born at the bottom of society, hanging out with alcoholics and street thugs all day long, but she supported herself, her friends and her mother by singing and making a living. No matter how time passed, her big eyes still retained innocence and stubbornness.
People criticized her and suppressed her, but they still brought her onto the brightly lit world-class stage time and time again, allowing her to conquer the world with her soulful singing.
You sighed in your heart, "Yes, I will definitely be there to witness your performance if I get the chance."
You know she will have a brilliant and wonderful life in the future, so you are not worried about her current situation, you said sincerely, and then took Emma out of the military hospital. Yuri was waiting for you outside.
After getting in the car, Modi started the Mercedes, but Emma suddenly started to get angry and insisted on going to the headquarters to see Feyntz. Perhaps Henry Lafont's black military uniform reminded Emma of her father.
Although you don't want to see him and don't want Emma to be exposed too much, you really don't want to make Emma feel disappointed. In addition, the child's crying really aggravates your headache, so you have to ask Modi and others to take you to the command center first.
At the command center, Feintz was also having a headache.
On the desk was the latest secret report, which contained the latest news about the upper echelons of Paris, with several photos and detailed instructions attached.
General von Falkenhausen, the Belgian Military Governor, entered Paris yesterday and held a private meeting at the Ritz Hotel with General von Stupnagel, the Wehrmacht's commander-in-chief in Paris. The content of the conversation is unknown. Lieutenant Colonel von Hovanck of the Wehrmacht was also present.
Feintz leaned back in his office chair, closed his eyes, and tiredly pinched his eyebrows with the fingers of his left hand. When he opened his eyes again, he sat up straight, picked up the pen on the table, and wrote a comment on the secret report.
The principle is that the National Defense Party and the Guard do not interfere with each other.
After finishing writing, Feynz still felt a headache. Since he stepped down as the special envoy to Belgium, General von Falkenhausen was appointed as the military and political governor of Belgium.
However, General Falkenhausen had always opposed the establishment of labor camps in Belgium, and the Führer was quite dissatisfied with him. His intentions in coming to Paris this time were unclear, which made it difficult not to speculate.
Under this principle, close surveillance will continue to be maintained in the interests of the empire.
He thought for a moment, picked up a pen, added a sentence after the instruction and signed his name, then picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number. After answering the call, the secretary knocked on the door and came in to take the secret report instruction away.
"dad--"
Before the secretary could close the door, Emma poked her head out from the crack and skipped in. You and the secretary nodded to each other, and then you entered the office as well.
"My dear Emma, didn't you go with your mother to see Aunt Lu Kang today?"
The moment Feints saw his daughter, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, immediately stood up and walked over, clapped his hands, and hugged his daughter in his arms.
"Go, go, to see my aunt, I miss my dad, Emma wants a kiss——"
Emma's voice was as sweet as honey, and her tone was innocent. Fiennes felt that his baby daughter was so cute, so he kissed her at his daughter's request, leaving two symmetrical kisses on Emma's little face.
"Emma, you should stay home with your mother on weekdays. It's best not to go out. That way you'll be safe and your father will be at ease."
Fiennes lifted Emma high up, and Emma hung above her father's head, staring with her blue eyes and grinning foolishly.
You knew he was talking to you, and you were immediately annoyed by his teaching attitude. It wasn't like you wanted to see him, so you retorted, "Your daughter has no right to be in a bad mood."
Maybe because of your bad tone, Fiennes put down Emma and held her in his arms again. He raised his eyebrows at you and was about to speak when you stopped him.
"Emma, we've met Dad. We should go home now. Don't come here again. Your dad doesn't want to see us anyway."
"Ina, you know that's not what your brother meant," Feintz said with a rather helpless smile. Just as you need to coax your daughter, you also need to coax your sister.
You pouted and ignored him, wanting to take Emma from Fiennes' arms. However, Emma relaxed her guard in her father's arms and didn't expect her mother's sudden touch. Her little body shuddered, and the flesh on her fair and tender face also trembled. She was actually scared by her mother.
"Mom——" Emma said dissatisfiedly.
"Mom didn't mean it. I just blew it up. Don't be afraid."
Feintz comforted his daughter. He knew she was still angry about what happened before, but he also understood her character. No matter how angry she was, once the anger subsided, the matter would be over.
Without saying anything, he held Emma in one hand and walked around to the inside of the desk, then took out a letter from the drawer.
"Yina, this is the letter William left for you before he left. I was too busy to give it to you before."
"Ah? Commander William?"
William actually left you a letter...
You winked at him and took it. It was a sealed light yellow kraft paper envelope. The handwriting on the envelope was clear and upright, exactly the same as William's handwriting in your memory. You couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"Brother hasn't read the contents of the letter."
Feyntz walked up to you, holding his daughter in his left hand, and reached out his right hand to touch your face. Emma hugged her father's neck, her little face resting on his shoulder, looking obviously tired.
You pursed your lips, put the envelope away, and placed it in your purse. Of course, you knew that Feintz hadn't read the contents of the letter, but he still had this basic courtesy.
You think to yourself that someone's explanation is completely unnecessary.
"Okay, Emma, we can't disturb Dad from working anymore. Let's go home and have dinner. Aunt Mandy is waiting for us at home."
"Emma, you must listen to your mother at home and not bully her."
Fiennes pretended to have a serious face, but Emma had already figured out her father's routine and was not afraid at all. She babbled and flirted with her father again, and you had a lot of trouble to calm her down.
The Mercedes sped along the deserted streets, passing a truck full of prisoners. The truck was loaded with emaciated prisoners, and people were silent and numb. It was obvious that the purge had not been stopped by the Allied landing.
You worriedly covered Emma's eyes that were looking out, but the little person in your arms thought her mother was playing a game with her, and started laughing happily again, with a look of innocence and joy on her face.
After lunch and Emma went to bed, you sat in front of the dressing table, untied the ribbon covering the tattoo on your left wrist, took off the rose necklace, wiped it carefully with a soft cloth, and then put it back in the jewelry box.
After finishing all the work, you finally have time to read the letter William wrote to you. You take the letter out of the envelope. The paper is of very good quality, and the letterhead even has an embossed pattern.
It was three pages long, and it felt strangely heavy in your hands, so you read it carefully.
"Dear Ina,
I'm about to head to the front lines again, and I regret not being able to say my final goodbyes to you in person. The situation is critical, the battlefield is treacherous, and I'm afraid I won't be able to return safely. After much consideration, I still feel that I should tell you something, but I hope you won't feel any psychological burden. All I did was follow my feelings, and all I can do is let you feel my heart.
Four years ago, while on vacation in Paris, I visited Jacques Lacan. He spoke eloquently, explaining to me from a psychoanalytic perspective the allure of "coup de oudre" (French: love at first sight). It's the most wonderful kind of love; once you've experienced it, you're irresistible. I initially didn't believe it; how could one person's feelings for another be based on a single momentary impulse? But out of respect for Lacan, I didn't argue.
It wasn't until I attended a dinner at the Château de Sennef at Fell's invitation that I met a young girl in the kitchen. She chewed bread, her eyes fixed in a daze, her brow furrowed from time to time. I could already imagine the struggles she was wrestling with in her mind, and I couldn't help but laugh. At that moment, I suddenly understood what Mr. Lacan meant by "coup de oudre": it was like being struck by lightning, becoming intensely and hopelessly infatuated with something. God had allowed me to meet my Aphrodite, but unfortunately, I was a step too late. The spark between Aphrodite and Ares had already ignited at some point in fate's intersection.
Ina, you trusted me so much, yet I took you to a private clinic. Not being able to discern that ugly face, blinded by national hatred, is my greatest regret. Later, I received a letter from Fell on the Eastern Front. Shocked by Rei's tragic death, I felt even more guilty. Fell was almost at a loss over Rei's untimely death. He wrote, "I violated the fundamental principles of an SS member and briefly surrendered my faith and loyalty to that illusory being, but Rei was not saved." I had no choice but to write back, advising him that a husband and wife should be united in heart, and that he should open up and talk to you, letting you know his sorrow and pain. I also needed to pay more attention to your physical and mental well-being; you need ample love and care. However, the reply was unfinished and ultimately unmailed, interrupted by a fierce Russian offensive.
Later, the weather became incredibly cold, plummeting to -30 degrees Celsius. Bitter gusts of wind blew, nearly crippling every soldier. Every body was stretched to its limits. Countless men fell in the snow, only to rise numbly after the piercing pain of thin ice. In Kharkov, I rescued a Russian woman, but I arrived too late; she had already been brutalized by seven soldiers. Heartbroken, I finally had to admit that war, at its core, is a demonic realm capable of corrupting and degrading people. Anyone who enters will be ravaged by its repercussions, and end up in misery. I was devastated. That night, I wrote you a letter, which you received, but all the grief and indignation in it had been smeared with darkness.
For countless days and nights, I've thought: The Führer is right. Our only hope is to win this doomed war. Indeed, victory would end everything. But I often think of Goethe's words in "The Divinity": "By the great, eternal law, we are all bound to end the cycle of life. But only man can perform miracles: he can distinguish, choose, and correct." And I feel that in a decisive battle, David can still defeat Goliath.
As I write this, I realize that the letter is too long. I hope you won’t blame me for my messy language.
My dear Ina, I tell you about my struggles, my darkness, my inner hunger, and am willing to offer you my loyalty and everything, but I am not trying to impress you with this, hoping that Aphrodite will remember Adonis. Because, similarly, Adonis has long since given his loyalty to his friends to Ares.
How I wish I could deliver this letter to you personally, but time does not allow me to stay any longer. I also hope that by the time you receive this letter, baby Emma will be as healthy as before and you don't have to worry or be sad.
My dear Ina, I once again assure you, on the honor of my military service and my family, that the war you are tired of will soon be over. Then we may return to Berlin together, where the cornflowers are still in bloom and the war has not yet destroyed everything.
The signature of the letter was the same as before, with only one letter "W". The lines were strong yet gentle, just like William himself.
The letter contained so much information that it all came flooding back at once, leaving your brain momentarily paralyzed and unable to think. You placed the letter against your chest, your heart still unable to calm down for a long time.
System, everyone will be fine, right...
A faint sound of electricity passed by, fleeting like a gust of wind. You slowly calmed down and carefully put the letter away.
…
"General Weather" did not continue to stand on the side of the Empire. After the storm ended, the situation of the German army took a sharp turn for the worse. The Allied landing on the Western Front was unstoppable, and the German Eastern Front was also in danger of collapse at any time.
On June 22, Stalin fulfilled his promise to Britain and the United States at the Tehran Conference and launched an unprecedented frontal offensive against the German Army Group Center. Over two million Soviet soldiers flooded into the German army, which was six times smaller than their own.
You did not see Matilda again because of internal strife within the Paris garrison.
At Berlin's request, Feinz gave "special treatment" to members of the Resistance and ordered a longer curfew for everyone in Paris and the expulsion of more people.
General Stupnagel strongly objected to this, firmly believing that large-scale retaliation was undesirable, and went to Berlin in person, but the man refused to see him.
General von Falkenhausen, the Belgian military and political governor, was taken to Berlin by the Gestapo for suspected anti-war activities. Field Marshal von Rundstedt was also dismissed and replaced by Field Marshal von Kluge as the commander-in-chief of the Western Front.
As the decision-making center of the Western Front, Paris was caught in a turbulent undercurrent.
You confine yourself to the small world of the Count's Mansion, unwilling to care about what's happening outside. You only hope that Paris can be liberated soon so that you can return home early.
Although you are reluctant to let Emma out of your sight, taking care of a child is indeed a very tiring "job". Accompanying Emma to sleep for several nights in a row has made you physically and mentally exhausted, so you let Mandy accompany her tonight.
You lie on the bed in the master bedroom, but you can't fall asleep, even though there are no shrill air raid sirens or children screaming tonight.
You didn't realize that after analyzing your current situation in your mind for several rounds with your eyes closed, you were finally about to fall asleep when you suddenly felt cold and smelled the scent of Pear's soap.
The man lifted the quilt and lay down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tightly in his arms, your back pressed against his hard chest.
His breath brushed against your ear, and when you struggled in his arms, he knew you were not asleep.
"You're awake, but you don't even open your eyes to look at your brother?" Fiennes let go of you, supported his head with his left hand on the bed, and stretched out his right hand to turn your face straight.
You reluctantly lay down, but you kept your eyes closed. You didn't even have to think about it. It was so dim you couldn't even see him clearly, and there was no difference between eyes open and closed. Besides, you were supposed to rest anyway.
Feinz hasn't been back to the mansion to see you for a long time. His right hand has been touching your face. He wants to turn on the light and look at the pair of light blue eyes that have been haunting him.
The recessive blue gene, when coexisting and fighting against the dirty brown gene, was finally stimulated and expressed. One gene defeated the other, and his sister was different.
He raised his upper body, unconsciously moving closer, and kissed your eyelids, gradually moving down.
Just as you opened your mouth to refuse, he took advantage of the situation, pinched your cheek with his hands and lifted it slightly, finding the right angle for a long, deep kiss. The slurping sounds of your lips and tongues entwined gradually grew louder in the rare quiet of the night.
"Brother, I really don't want tonight, I want to rest..."
The kiss finally ended, and you pushed him away, turning sideways and pleading with him softly. He didn't continue, and lay down as well, calming his breathing. He let you rest your head on his arm, and then wrapped his arm around your waist again.
"Ina, take Emma back to Berlin. It will be safe there." The man told you his well-considered decision.
Is Berlin safe? William had also mentioned in his letter that they wanted to return to Berlin together… Yes, it was the capital of Germany. They probably never dreamed that Berlin would eventually fall.
"I don't want to... Father is still at the front, and you, brother, are still in Paris. I don't want to go back with Emma alone... I'm afraid..."
"What are you afraid of?" Every word he uttered was filled with hot air on your neck, and his voice became increasingly hoarse.
Berlin hated mixed-bloods the most. He was afraid of losing his protection and having his impure blood discovered, and that Emma would be implicated. And you promised Hurley that you would stay here and wait for him until Paris was liberated.
“I’m afraid…” The person behind you is about to make a move. You blush and stop talking. After a slight struggle, you say, “Brother, you… you make me uncomfortable…”
Feinz hugged you tighter, your bodies closer together, feeling more real. He finally replied lazily, the topic finally not as depressing as before, "I still can't learn."
You didn't dare to move, and neither of you spoke. You gradually closed your eyes in the warm embrace behind you, and just as your consciousness was about to fall into the dark net, his voice came to your ears.
"Yina, we will not repeat the same path as our fathers."
The path of our fathers...
You think he was probably worried about his father's safety, so he forced himself to stay awake and said a few words to comfort him, "Brother, it won't happen."
After a long time, you heard him say "hmm" as a response, and your eyelids finally closed with peace of mind.
…
Saint-Lô, Normandy, France.
Great clouds of smoke and flames filled the hills, and the trees on the ridgeline were broken into several sections as if they had been cut by the devil's scythe.
The incessant artillery fire completely transformed the surrounding hills into a corroded white salt-alkali land, and the ground beneath their feet trembled in fear as if a dying beast.
The enemy's firepower has completely stopped, the smoke gradually dissipated, the fighting was temporarily suspended, and the hearing that was briefly plundered by the artillery fire returned, and wailing and groaning instantly filled the ear canal.
The paramedics bent down and carried the injured soldiers onto stretchers. The surviving soldiers took off their helmets as if they had survived a disaster, pressed the helmets against their chests, and chanted prayers.
God rises and falls with us.
Even when death comes, the soul can enter eternity.
One urgent letter after another was delivered to the bullet-riddled temporary battlefield command post, and the military headquarters fell into several disputes and discussions.
General von Kármán frowned, his hands tightly grasping the edge of the table covered with a battlefield map. The hand-drawn map sent by the intelligence department was covered with patches of red shadows, and the red shadows represented the US military's war zone.
The number of casualties among soldiers continued to rise, the enemy's artillery fire continued day and night, and Berlin's fury of demanding a fight to the death acted like a tight hoop, tightly restricting every order he gave.
"Notify the entire army."
The military personnel stopped discussing and looked at the commander with serious expressions, while the staff officer took out a pen from his breast pocket and wrote down General von Kármán's orders word for word as he spoke.
"The left wing must withdraw its forces to Coutances within three days, and at the same time establish a second line of resistance at Bréhal and a third at Gavray."
The staff officer closed the pen cap, put it back on his chest, and then retreated to pass on the order. He knew the general's reason for doing so - only by shrinking the troops could the risk of being surrounded be minimized.
While other people in the military were still discussing the delayed ammunition supplies from the Quartermaster Department, General von Kármán walked out of the command post.
The momentary false tranquility brought by the thick steel and concrete isolation was instantly broken.
Saint-Lô, ravaged by Vikings, the Angevin dynasty, and Catholic conservatives, miraculously rose from the ashes time and time again. But this time, it seemed God had not favored Saint-Lô. This exquisite place, once celebrated by Charlemagne, had become a city of ruins.
General von Kármán gazed into the distance, stroking his Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with oak leaves and swords with his fingers.
Everything is gray and there is no future.
He was ready to live and die with the 84th Army.
…
On July 14, France's National Day, also known as Bastille Day, large-scale marches took place again in Paris, and the Place de la Bastille on the right bank of the Seine became the venue for a new round of protests.
People sang the famous French songs "Carmagnola" and "La Marseillaise". "Carmagnola" could send Louis XVI to the guillotine for his fight against tyranny, while "La Marseillaise" could unite all the French people for their fight for freedom.
Even though the unfortunate arrested people had their hands handcuffed and were kneeling on the ground, their unyielding souls were still shouting, "Think of our fathers who once captured the Bastille! There are still more Bastilles that we need to continue to capture!"
Mandy was attacked by a resistance crowd when she went out to collect food rations and was treated in the hospital.
Feinz has been busy suppressing the resistance movement and dealing with subsequent matters these days. The matter of sending you and Emma to Berlin was temporarily put on hold. After he finished dealing with it, it was immediately picked up again.
While personally presiding over a burial ceremony for fallen soldiers in Normandy, General von Kármán was injured in an enemy air raid and was transferred back to Berlin. General von Choltitz was appointed by Berlin to temporarily succeed his father as commander of the 84th Army.
After much deliberation, you decided to take Emma back to Berlin so that you could go to the military hospital to take care of your father. You felt that even if you agreed to stay in Paris with Hurley, you would not return to London in the end. You would eventually go home.
Feinz was about to retreat back to Berlin because the Allied forces had basically completed the Normandy landing in mid-July. The German army's proud Western Front defense system fell like a domino in a short period of time and could never get up again.
Earl's Mansion.
Feinz was sitting on the sofa reading yesterday's edition of Paris Soir. The front-page headline was about Saint-Lô.
"Due to the continuous and uninterrupted bombing by the British and American Allied Forces, the old city of Saint-Lô has been reduced to rubble. Almost all of the city's 11,000 residents died in the Allied air raids, with less than 10 survivors. The French people should face the shameless actions of the Allied Forces and stand on the side of the people and the truth..."
He put the newspaper down and glanced at his daughter. Emma was sitting next to her father, kicking her feet and swinging them unconsciously, looking at the picture book intently.
Fiennes was very pleased with his daughter's understanding. He placed the pillow beside him behind Emma, supported Emma's underarms and hugged her up so that she could lean comfortably, and then went to the kitchen.
You are making salads for afternoon tea in the kitchen. The plan is that after afternoon tea, Feinz will take you to a hotel next to the Paris train station to stay overnight, and then you will take the train to Berlin early the next morning.
"Ina, Muller will pick you up at Anhalt Train Station. I've already asked him to do that."
Feinz stood beside you. You had your hair styled in a low French bun today, and the whole hairstyle highlighted your gentle temperament. After making sure that the hair dye had not yet worn off, he lingered and touched your golden hair.
"I know, brother, you've told me so many times."
You add vegetables such as purple cabbage, lettuce leaves and shredded radish to a salad bowl, sprinkle with salt, and mix well.
"Ina, remember this: don't panic when things get tough. Especially if your father is in trouble, and you're not familiar with his friends in the army, and the situation can't be resolved, you should immediately seek help from Muller. He's on Prince Albrecht Street. You haven't been there, but you've been to Army Headquarters, and Prince Street is right there..."
The person next to him was still talking, seemingly chattering non-stop, but he had said these words at least ten times in the past few days, if not twenty times, and they were exactly the same as what your father would say to you.
You looked up at him, your brows slightly furrowed, your eyes dark and red, and you clearly looked stressed and tense.
You sighed in your heart, put down the salad in your hand, turned around, hugged Feints and stroked his fur. You knew that he was actually worried about his father and he also needed comfort.
"Brother, don't worry, Dad will be fine. Mrs. Blot has gone to the hospital to take care of Dad. Didn't Mrs. send a telegram saying that there was no serious injury? Everything is not as bad as you think."
"Well, my dear Ina will have to work hard from now on."
As he spoke, he bent down and kissed your forehead. The rose scent from your body surrounded him, and he found a sense of peace in his deep breaths.
After you separated, you picked up some salad with your fork and fed it to his mouth, looking at him, "How is it?"
Feints cooperated and leaned over to a golden retriever that was actively accepting food from its owner. After eating, the dog replied, "Delicious."
It would be strange if it tasted good. No matter how fresh the purple cabbage tastes, it can’t withstand being eaten for several months...
You complained silently in your mind, but gave him a grin on your face, bringing out the salad and hot tea while calling out to Emma in the living room.
After you finished packing, you prepared to go to the Paris train station. Yuri helped you carry your luggage to the train, and Feinz held Emma.
You walked along the cobblestone path in the garden in front of the Earl's Mansion. The garden was filled with the fragrance of flowers. Although the sky in Paris was usually gloomy, it did not prevent the breeze from kissing the roses.
Just as you were about to go out, you heard the rumbling sound of a truck passing by. A truck full of German soldiers wearing helmets held onto the wooden railings of the open truck and quickly jumped off the truck the moment it stopped.
In a blink of an eye, the guards guarding the garden in front of the mansion and Feinz's guards were all controlled by the Wehrmacht armed with live ammunition. They marched in uniform steps and flooded the mansion like a steel torrent made of gray uniforms.
"dad……"
Emma screamed in fear and buried her little head in her father's arms. Fiennes frowned and stroked Emma's back to comfort her.
You didn't expect that in broad daylight, one's own people would attack another. You were confused for a moment and stuck close to Feints.
system?
Before receiving a response from the system, Peart led a team of people into the garden in front of the mansion.
"Commander von Kármán, long time no see."
Although Feinz was shocked by the sudden change in the Wehrmacht, he did not show it on his face. His eyes darkened and he moved his body calmly, completely blocking his wife's unfriendly gaze. The atmosphere of confrontation between the two sides was like a full string about to break.
"I don't know what General Stupnagel means by this. Non-interference between the two militaries has always been the basic principle upheld by both sides."
Peart's face was gloomy. He waved behind him and immediately a communications soldier came running over with a gun on his back. After standing at attention and saluting, the general handed him an envelope from his satchel.
He shook the envelope in front of Feynz, took out a so-called official document of the Wehrmacht from the envelope, and read it word by word, in an aggressive and captivating manner.
"The RFSS is launching a rebellion in Berlin, attempting to seize state power by force. The Führer has been assassinated and is now dead. The country has officially entered a state of emergency. The SS's loyalty to the state has been seriously questioned! According to the National Emergency Security Regulations, the Wehrmacht has the right to immediately impose military control over them!"
Everything was like a blurry and crazy black and white movie, and everyone around was drowned in a continuous, deafening background music.
After this terrifying announcement, all human language completely vanished, leaving only silence, which rolled in like a torrential flood, layer upon layer, almost swallowing people up.
You see the soldiers behind the solemn-looking officer in the center, all of them look extremely sad, as if they have lost their parents. What they can't hide on their faces is not only sadness, but also hatred for the traitor.
Feinz seemed to be frozen, not moving at all. You had never seen him react like this before. The immense sadness seemed to have put him in a state of stagnation.
No, no...
This is impossible!
Even if you are a science student, you know clearly that it is still nearly a year before that man dies!
He is lying!
"Brother...Fell..."
You grabbed the sleeve of Feynman's military uniform and called him softly. Emma felt her father's pain and hugged his neck tightly.
The call of his lover and the snuggle of his daughter finally brought Feints back to his senses from his trance.
He held his daughter in his arms, gently patting Emma's back to comfort her. His blue eyes were deep and cold, but there was clearly moisture in his eyes. He took a deep breath and responded in a firm and decisive manner, almost gritting his teeth.
"SS members are absolutely loyal and will never betray!"
In a short moment, he regained his ability to think - the probability of the RFSS rebellion was directly zero! Gu Mi was ill, and the general had gone to Bavaria to visit his daughter. Now he was not in Berlin at all, so how could he seize power!
Stupnagel did not lead any troops and his influence was limited to the leadership. Now the Wehrmacht took over Paris instead of the SS!
It is obvious that Field Marshal von Kluge, the commander-in-chief of the Western Front, supported this so-called military takeover, or perhaps he acquiesced to it, or perhaps he was wavering, not knowing which side to stand on.
After Peart delivered the order, he stopped talking about the military takeover and simply said, "Commander von Kármán, we are following your orders. Please come with us!"
Feinz's face was as gloomy as water. He turned sideways and handed Emma to you. You hugged Emma tightly and looked at him without blinking. He touched your face as usual.
Then he turned around and said, "This matter has nothing to do with my wife and children. I hope you will provide them with adequate protection."
The SS had a bad reputation, and not only was there dissatisfaction within the Wehrmacht, but the French Resistance was also filled with hatred.
The residence of a high-ranking SS official without guards would undoubtedly become a sitting duck for the angry and frenzied resistance fighters.
You saw him shaking his head with a gloomy face, and you were extremely disgusted with his arrogant attitude. You took a step forward with Emma in your arms and stood side by side with Fiennes.
"Fell, don't worry about me and my daughter."
Feinz looked at you deeply, quickly unbuttoned the holster on his waist, handed you his pistol, and whispered a few words to you quickly.
As he gave you these careful instructions, you couldn't help but widen your eyes and then nodded at him. Fiennes remained calm and kissed Emma, who held out her hand to him and didn't want him to leave, telling her not to be afraid.
Suddenly, the situation changed. The SS was disarmed and the Wehrmacht was withdrawn. Like a tide, it came and went. Thus, the long-simmering crisis within the Reich finally broke out.
You returned to the mansion, locked the door tightly, pulled down all the blinds in the room, opened the kitchen cellar, and hid in it with Emma.
Still in shock, you finally came to a conclusion -
Paris……
A coup!
…
The cellar stored basic supplies. With candles lit, the lighting was dim, damp and slightly cold, but overall it was neat and tidy. This was the place you and Mandy had organized together before.
You sat on the wooden bed, holding Emma, patting her gently. Although Emma had always been very brave, it was obvious that the shock of this afternoon had frightened her, and she insisted on sleeping in her mother's arms.
You recall what Feynz whispered to you before he left. He said that if no one from the SS arrived after tonight, he would ask you to go find Blassiak immediately.
The Wehrmacht has done this, and the communication equipment must have been interrupted, but it will definitely be restored tomorrow, otherwise it will cause panic among the people, Feintz said, by then, you can call Blassiak again, and he will come to the mansion to find you.
You know the reason why he doesn't let you find Gabriel. After all, Gabriel is the chief of the Paris Police Department and is on good terms with the SS. It is very likely that he is also under the control of the Wehrmacht.
Although Blassiak is also pro-German, he should choose to protect himself at this time. Why is Feints so sure that he will come to the mansion to find you?
Or is there some interest involved between them that would make Blassiak risk being liquidated after the war to help you?
Emma coughed in her sleep, which made your heart wrench. You carefully tucked the blanket around Emma, fearing that the damp environment in the cellar would make her sick again and catch a cold.
You continued to pat and coax Emma gently, and began to talk to the system in your mind.
System, when do you plan to come out?
【Host, I am always here】
You're too tired to complain about the system anymore. It always fails at the crucial moment. How can you say it's always there?
My brother, he'll be fine, right?
[Host, according to the course of history, yes]
You lowered your eyes. When you realized that the Wehrmacht representative was lying, you knew that it was probably okay. You were just worried about the safety of the mansion after the guards were withdrawn.
System, can I go home soon? Have I finished all the hidden tasks?
[Host, complete all hidden quest lines, and the system will immediately teleport you home. The hidden quest line requires you...]
I need to discover it on my own. Okay, okay, you don’t have to say anything more. You don’t have a single useful word. I don’t even want to chat with you anymore. Just leave.
【Zizizi... (electrical sound)】
Once again, the system expressed offense.
You continued to pat and coax Emma, carefully placing her on the wooden bed. Thinking about your experiences of the past few days, you leaned against the wall and gradually fell asleep.
Half asleep, you suddenly heard a loud noise outside. You picked up the gun Feintz handed you, held your breath, and stared at the entrance to the cellar, not even daring to blink.
With a clang, the cellar door was opened. Under the strong light of the incandescent lamp, you saw a familiar face and tears immediately filled your eyes.
"Yuri!"
Yuri half-knelt at the entrance to the cellar and held out his hand to you, "Ma'am, the rebellion has been quelled!"
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Yuri brought you and Emma to the headquarters. You went to the logistics department to eat and then went to Feintz's private lounge on the third floor to wash up.
According to Yuri, Feintz is currently conducting military negotiations with General Stupnagel at the Lafayette Hotel, a negotiation in which it is obvious who has the upper hand and who is at a disadvantage.
The negotiations would soon be over, and Feynman would soon return to headquarters. Because, at this moment, the radio was broadcasting a message - the man would give another "Three Alls" speech at 1:00 a.m.
That night, the secretary told you that Fiennes had returned. You tucked the quilt into Emma's arms, asked the secretary to look after her, and went to Fiennes' office.
The man was standing in front of the desk with his back to you, and the black color that swallowed up all the light made you stop.
You hate his cruelty, yet you're captivated by his tenderness. You were originally siblings, then lovers, and now husband and wife. Your relationship is so close, yet you remain irreconcilable enemies...
"elder brother……"
You thought about it all, but you finally put aside all your thoughts and followed your heart, running towards him. Fiennes heard your cry, turned around, and hugged you. You sat on the sofa in the living room, snuggling intimately, talking to each other, and showing your tenderness.
What broke the warmth was a deep baritone voice.
"German gays and lesbians!"
A hysterical voice came from the radio, and the national speech began!
"It was me, your Führer, xxx. xxx. Yesterday afternoon, a small group of ambitious, utterly stupid, soulless, and utterly evil officers plotted an assassination attempt specifically against me. But as you can see, I narrowly escaped death, suffering only a minor wound. This allows me to continue to think and work for my people, and to do my utmost and wholeheartedly fulfill my mission, the mission I must lead the entire German people to fulfill!"
It was still the same voice, the voice that frightened you so much. You turned your head and saw the veins throbbing on Feynman's forehead, and felt his faint excitement.
You didn’t want to listen to the man’s roar, so you buried your head in Feints’s arms, clinging to him tightly. He placed his hand on your back, rubbing it soothingly.
"This group of incompetent, shameless, immoral, and heartless rats and traitors, faced with the invasion of the country by the British and American Allied Forces on the Western Front and the Bolshevik invasion of the country on the Eastern Front, did not sacrifice themselves for the country and the people on the battlefield. Instead, they cursed the fall of the government and plotted the death of the leader. This is not only a serious national crime, but also a stab in the back of the entire people!"
The accusations were incredibly harsh, your anger boiling over, and you flinched in Feints’s arms.
"All German comrades, men and women, you must understand that no crooked means, no evil intentions, can save our country! Only by winning the war can we truly end the war! Only then can Germany have a future! Only then can the people have dignity!"
My dear Ina, I'm thinking that the Führer is right; as long as the war is won, everything will be over. But I also feel that in a last-ditch effort, David can still defeat Goliath...
You suddenly thought of the letter William wrote to you, and finally understood something. You were too scared and too terrified to imagine what the consequences would be if you were discovered to have participated in the rebellion.
You raised your head, hugged Fiennes' neck, and asked him for a kiss. "Ina?" Fiennes called you softly, put his hands through your underarms, lifted you up and hugged you on his lap, and began to kiss you back seriously.
"All Germans, all German comrades, men and women, are obliged to arrest and punish traitors to their country by any means necessary. In the event of resistance, the law empowers you to kill the traitors without mercy! These orders have been issued to the entire army, and they must carry them out unconditionally, in accordance with the traditional military obedience!"
Noticing the wetness on your face, Feinz stopped kissing, slowed down his voice, and said gently: "My dear Ina, don't be afraid, your brother is here for you." He lowered his head and kissed your rosy lips again, and then kissed your wet eyelids.
You collapsed onto the sofa, your heartbeats mingling intensely. Along with the thumping of your hearts, you heard the man's final declaration of war.
"The living traitors will be tortured a thousand times more! This time, we will use the methods commonly used by the National Socialists to make them regret their actions! Blood debts must be repaid with blood!"
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On July 20, the opposition, mainly composed of German soldiers and Junker nobles, conspired to assassinate the man, trying to find a way to achieve national peace and save Germany's honor in this way.
But unfortunately, the assassination attempt ended in a tragic failure and dragged everyone into a terrible civil war.
Not only the participants themselves were liquidated, but also their relatives and families were implicated; not only their lives were deprived, but also their dignity and personality were lost - they were humiliated in extreme ways in public.
General von Stupnagel, who had participated in the Paris coup, attempted suicide while being escorted back to Berlin by the Gestapo for trial. General von Choltitz was temporarily appointed as the head of the Paris garrison.
The fire in the stove burned weakly, like the setting sun. You threw the letter William wrote to you into the stove. In a blink of an eye, all the honesty was wiped out, leaving only a pile of embers.
In the battle between David and Goliath, recorded in Chapter 17 of 1 Samuel in the Old Testament of the Bible, the giant Goliath, who challenged the army, was ultimately beheaded by the mortal David. But history remains history, and reality is too cruel. This wise and brave king-like hero was ultimately defeated by the three-headed, six-armed Goliath.
But you didn't expect that what's more terrifying than a decisive battle and a crushing defeat is running out of ammunition and food and being attacked from all sides...
"Today is Sunday, July 23rd, and you are listening to World News from the BBC."
The needle on the Philips radio's tuning panel was pointing to London; tuning in to foreign channels was now something everyone did, despite the ban.
People want to hear real information that has not been embellished or modified.
You and Emma are dining in the restaurant, joined by Mandy, who has recovered from her injuries and been discharged from the hospital. Emma is sitting in a high chair, drinking cream of mushroom soup with a spoon, bobbing her head in contentment, lost in her own little world.
"Nazi Germany committed countless atrocities, but the Nazis do not represent all of Germany. There were still a group of steadfast resistance fighters in Nazi Germany who made tremendous efforts and sacrifices. The July 20th Incident once again proved to the world that German generals, especially senior German generals, had no desire to continue fighting in a war that was doomed to fail."
You helped Emma cut the garlic bread into small pieces, while Mandy smiled and wiped the sugar stains off Emma's upper lip with a napkin. Emma felt very comfortable and comfortable being cared for by both her mother and aunt.
"According to the British Foreign Office, relevant personnel have received letters from German resistance activists forwarded through the British Church. In the letters, they asked the Allies for help, hoping that through the efforts of all parties, a ceasefire on the German Western Front could be achieved as soon as possible, and that Germany could rejoin the ranks of civilized nations in the world."
You took a sip of the soup and after hearing the broadcast, you couldn't help but feel surprised. It turned out that they had contacted the Allies and planned to cooperate with them...
"British intelligence also claimed that they had received peace messages from German resistance fighters as early as November of last year, or even earlier, and said they were now willing to officially publish the secret list they had in their possession to show their support for the German resistance movement."
Hearing this, you paused mid-sentence trying to spoon the soup into your mouth. You turned to look at Mandy, who was also staring at you in a daze. The two of them looked at each other, their faces filled with shock and astonishment.
"The following is a partial list of participants in the July 20 Incident, as known to British intelligence: General Franz Halder, Chief of the German Army General Staff; General Georg Thomas, Director of the German High Command's Defense Economy and Armaments Bureau; General April von Kálmán, Commander of the 84th German Infantry Corps; Lieutenant General Paul von Haas, Commander of the Berlin Garrison; Count Gottfried von Bismarck, Mayor of Potsdam; and Colonel Eberhard Fink of the German General Staff..."
When Emma heard her grandfather's name, she was so ignorant that she put her two little hands together and clapped her hands and cheered, "Yeah! It's grandpa, great!", and then continued to shake her little head and took a big mouthful of mushroom soup.
Mandy screamed in surprise, covering her mouth tightly, her eyes bulging out.
The spoon in your hand plummeted to the ground the moment you heard your father's name, tears streaming down your cheeks. Outside, rain was pouring down, thunder was rumbling, the BBC continued its hypocritical announcement, and the German intelligence surveillance department was in chaos...
At the beginning, no one thought that the situation would develop in this way: in order to gain the support of the Allies, German resistance fighters took the initiative to provide the Allies with a list of names and ranks of those who plotted the assassination.
However, after the operation failed, the Allies betrayed them and, on the other side of the English Channel, fostered suspicion and intrigue within the German army, watching the Germans kill each other and reaping the benefits.
Don't trust the Albion, they are accustomed to playing treacherous tactics - the Prussian nobles forgot this familiar warning when dealing with the Allies.
A new round of large-scale liquidation has begun...
Jacques Lacan, mentioned in William's letter, is a French Parisian psychoanalyst who is known as the most important philosopher in France since Descartes and is also known as the "French Freud."
Gottfried von Bismarck, mentioned in the BBC broadcast, was William's uncle, Count Schönhausen (Chapter 37)
Finally I have finished writing here!! My father's downfall means the Paris line is coming to an end. After that I will go to Czech and start the Czech line. Guess how the hero who is supreme over the empire will break the deadlock faced with this "the traitor of the empire is my own father"?
The next chapter will reveal:
The Führer asked the protagonist to humiliate his father in public to show his loyalty to the empire. What was the protagonist's choice and approach?
Chapter 7: The Belgian arsenal was bombed. The male protagonist, as the person in charge, was directly responsible. Why did Lao Xi finally transfer the male protagonist to Paris (a de facto promotion)?
Why is the male protagonist good at English, why does he hate the British so much, and the relationship between the male protagonist and the men in the British line
The Easter egg is a preview of the next chapter
Red heart is the driving force of renewalbr>
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