Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

At the end of summer, Berlin and others hurried to France due to the sudden change in Western Europe. They realized that they might have been in the same rush as when they arrived. His efforts were then hastily withdrawn - and the possibility of returning to this place has become very slim.

The resistance in mainland France was no longer content with guerrilla warfare.Their public uprising followed the Allied forces after the Normandy landing, and set fire to the whole country one after another.Those underground workers who are used to lurking in the dark and the people who sympathize with them no longer suppress the human nature of yearning for sunshine, lifted the lid, and blew the powder barrel to pieces with a bang. On August 8, Paris rose up, and after five days of fighting, the armored divisions of the Free France, sent by the Allies to respond to the attack, arrived.The determination of the German army to stick to its position was greatly shaken, and anyone could guess that Paris was about to slip out of his hands.

The decision-makers have yet to make a decision.Frankfurt and Berlin went to France together, eager to save funds for the country's evacuation industry before the overall situation was settled, and it was too late for everything to be settled, but he couldn't help staying.Before he set off, he found Berlin and persuaded him to leave early: "Our army is facing pincers from inside and outside in the north, and there is no hope of breaking the situation. You should evacuate as soon as possible and make the next step."

"I want to do that too, but..." A series of explosions sounded outside, cutting off Berlin's voice.After the noise passed, Frankfurt only heard a tail: "I don't want to give up too early."

He shook his head, expressing his disapproval and helplessness, then packed his luggage and said goodbye.He could guess half of Berlin's plan, but what Berlin wanted to do had no practical significance in his eyes, and he didn't know how the other person involved in the matter would respond, so he simply didn't mention it.After he left, events progressed as he expected: at the end of a rare small street that was not affected by street fighting, Berlin and Paris met very "coincidentally".

The two raised their guns at each other at the same time, and put them down at the same time after a few seconds of confrontation.Then there was more than five minutes of verbal back and forth, the tone was flat, the content was vulgar, and it was nothing more than a repetition of the confrontation between the forces behind the two in the past few days.

"Come on!" Paris felt bored first, and ended the warm-up for the first paragraph.She crossed her arms, leaning her back against the wall that trembled with the war-torn earth from time to time, her blue eyes frankly facing Berlin. "Show your hole cards. I always have to read it before I can make a choice."

Berlin also retracted his weapons and showed his free hands: "Okay, I'm tired of guessing too. Paris, I don't understand how a proud and arrogant person like you is willing to vote for Britain and the United States, handing over the city and the country's destiny to A foreigner with ulterior motives. I gave you freedom to live three years ago, and you said you were willing to accept the reality. I know that although you had resentment at that time, you did not lie."

Paris said calmly: "But there is no promise not to choose to stand with the British later."

"If you think about it carefully, why did you make this choice? Our country signed an alliance agreement with your country four years ago. As the legal capital, it is your natural duty to maintain the alliance agreement. It is extremely inappropriate to violate it."

"It's not that I want to violate it, it's my people who have made a choice long ago! Their legitimate will far takes precedence over the signing when the government was defeated—" Paris thought of the suffering Vichy he saw that day, like a demonstration The corners of his lips curled up. "Unequal treaties."

Berlin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his throat rolled: "To be honest, it is indeed very unequal, and even in areas other than the treaty, there are many violations of your government and people... I pretended not to care about them, but in fact I have always Know……"

Paris looked at his self-confession with some surprise: "...you are really going all out."

"But the relationship between the two countries is still under the sun after all. What about the British? How much have they promised, and how much can they achieve? You have more contacts with the British than I do, and you know their nature well. They are used to isolation, Even alliances are duplicitous, often treacherous, and often add fuel to the flames. Think about your navy, and think about the orders of the British Prime Minister who is still on the throne, regardless of sentimentality, to put those soldiers who insist on honor Forced to sink into the bottom of the sea with the ship [Note 1]... Now you want to throw away your hatred and shake hands with them? Paris, I am not an ignorant person who only knows how to laugh at the weakness of the French army four years ago. I have been to Africa , I have fought against the forces of the Free France, and I know the great power that the French army can exert under a well-organized and clear-cut goal. Similarly, I have never underestimated you, as long as we join hands, we can create a brand new world. Excuse me. I may have chosen the wrong ally years ago, not Rome, but you. But we still have a chance of redemption."

Berlin paused, lowered and raised his gaze, and then took a step forward, his military boots creaking on the ground.

"Come back, Paris, before you go too far. The French Liberation Army has many conflicts with Britain and the United States. Don't put yourself in that dilemma again. As for the resistance organization behind you, as long as there are reasonable reasons for their dissatisfaction, We'll figure it out and not pursue their crimes."

He finished speaking in one breath, observing Paris' expression.She was wearing a beret, and she was wearing a gray military uniform whose original color could hardly be seen. Her hair was tied up behind her head not seriously, and her cheeks were thin and covered with dust. It was beautiful when the house arrest was released.There is only a pair of blue eyes shining faintly under the brim of the hat, quiet and gloomy, but mixed with countless emotions: irony, sympathy, sadness, disgust, helplessness... and relaxation.

"Are you done?" she said.

"I'm done," Berlin said.He instinctively felt that all the speech he had just made were useless.

"Then thank you, Berlin, thank you for leading me to recall the good old days, so that I will not forget those nationals and soldiers who suffered tragic fate because of the powerlessness of me and the government. Regarding your advice not to mix with the French Liberation Army, I regret that it's not possible. I'm already part of this army."

Berlin clenched his fists.He had a plan, but he didn't expect it to come so soon: "When?"

"Yesterday, after the arrival of the armored division." Paris smiled and continued, "As for you saying that you can compromise with the resistance organization, even if you have the heart, you will never be able to do so. The two sides' propositions are fundamentally contradictory: my people desire Freedom is like birds yearning for the sky and fishes yearning for the sea. This is exactly what your rule will never give you. And the point that the local people don’t conflict with you—the fact that they don’t like Jews is also because of your exaggerated anti-Semitic policies. Stirred to the opposite."

"You haven't answered me yet." Berlin still didn't want to give up his efforts. "Can you let go of your hatred with Britain? Do you trust these cunning allies and are willing to entrust your fate to them?"

"Berlin, you and I have known each other for many years, but today allow me to remind you as an elder who has established the capital for a longer time: the world we live in does not have as many either-or things as you said. Four years ago, France was defeated in three weeks, This is a fait accompli, and then we have no other way to go but to swallow the shame and pain. But since we have fallen into the abyss, we must not be sad all day long, give up on ourselves, and fall in, we must find a way to climb up. Hate I won't forget, but frankly, if there is hatred, cut off any friendly communication, our European capitals don't have to deal with state affairs, all locked in an arena, duel each other to death, you say hatred Only then can there be an end; I never and did not intend to entrust my fate to Britain and the United States. I just chose the right allies and the path to take at this time. We and they both want to pursue a better future and think that each other is very useful. You can help each other, so we stand together. And you..." There seemed to be a kind of regret from the bottom of the heart, which made Paris sigh deeply, "Whether Germany gains power or loses power, the future you describe has never been what I want. the one."

After Paris finished speaking, there was a loud sound of shells roaring and landing.It shakes the dust on the ground, blurs the expressions of the two people facing each other, and drags the fragile senses and thoughts of human beings into its noisy tide.The gunfire subsided, and the two remained silent.

The silence seemed to last much longer than a wave of shelling.They are close at hand, eye to eye, but they each have their own thoughts, which can be confessed but cannot be understood, as if two parallel lines cannot intersect no matter how they extend.

Finally Berlin gave up the effort.He moved his lips and said, "Did you know? The Führer's order to the commander of the garrison is to defend Paris to the core. If he can't hold it, the city will be completely destroyed..."

"Your Führer loves to say things like that."

"He's serious this time."

"I know you're serious from your tone of voice." Paris shook her head, a strand of curly hair fell around her eyes, and she quickly lifted it up. "What do you want me to do? Persuade our army to stop liberating the capital of their motherland because the enemy threatened to blow it up? Or kneel down immediately, beg for mercy, and beg you to let me live?" Her words became Intense, but the voice is softer, "I also thought that we might reach a little consensus in this meeting, I was wrong, it is still meaningless. Life walks on the tip of a knife at any time, and you feel no less than me about it. Change If you were you, would you choose these two paths to save your life?"

Berlin looks to the sky.Covered by gunpowder smoke, only a trace of blue remains, looking coldly at the sky where they are rolling in the dust of the world and the times, without emotion and kindness.

"The commander is full of doubts about this order." [Note 2] He said dryly, "I will deepen his doubts and tell him that this kind of disobedience is innocent."

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. I planned to do this. Destroying you will only do harm to our country."

Paris chuckled: "I still thank you. In return, I will give you a piece of advice: leave your head of state early. He has some special talents, but he is a lunatic after all. When you have the upper hand and invade everywhere, The harm his madness has brought to you is not very obvious, but it will be different in the future. Don't tie your honor, your subordinates and the future of your people to him, before you are completely destroyed by him Lose."

"I'm afraid not. I must be loyal to him."

"Then there is no way." Paris said regretfully, "It's time to say goodbye. I told Leon that it won't be long, and he will worry if it takes longer."

She stepped forward and walked only half a person away from Berlin.She raised a hand, put it on his shoulder, raised her head slightly, her two pairs of blue eyes met, and said word by word: "You should get out of my city. I wish you a safe future."

On August 8, Paris was liberated.The next day, officers and soldiers of the Second Armored Division of the French Liberation Army passed under the Arc de Triomphe in tanks and half-track vehicles, and held a military parade on the Champs Elysees.Crowds of citizens dressed in their best clothes lined the road to welcome, holding placards high, dancing and laughing on the side of the road.The military parade was held in a hurry, and there were not many flowers and colored papers prepared to set off the celebration. The clothes of most citizens were far from beautiful after four years of poor life. However, the real joyous atmosphere was filled with countless flowers, colored papers and beautiful clothes. What can't be exchanged--four years ago, the German army marched into the undefended Paris from the Champs Elysees. At that time, what was the use of beautiful clothes and bright decorations in the gloomy clouds at that time?The city once sank, but quickly regained its strength and fought back.Now, she has regained her freedom, washed away all her beauty, and stands under the sun again with her head held high and a clear conscience.

The U.S. troops who followed Washington and London and other Allied forces also entered the urban area of ​​Paris three days later.They sat in the military vehicle, looking at the city's landscape like first-time travelers.After years of crushing and days of fighting, she was covered in dust and scars.The pool of blood of the victims hadn't dried up yet, and people couldn't hide their exhaustion while celebrating.

...but compared to London, the city is amazingly intact.

Paris and Lyon welcomed the London party.There was no separate preparation for a grand and formal reception. They hugged each other, kissed each other, and walked arm in arm through reveling soldiers and civilians, men and women who had never met but kissed breathlessly, caught in the crowd and tore apart the street scenes. Gothic slogans, burning swastika flags everywhere, and then standing under the Eiffel Tower watching a man climb up the tower, raise the tricolor flag, and slowly hang it down under the blue sky covered with fish-like white clouds.

London threw his head back, as if dazed, absorbed in the moment, even though he didn't belong here.It was a long time before he realized that Paris was already weeping with joy.Although he has a harsh side, he is also a person with rich experience in interpersonal communication and is very reasonable when necessary, so he just stood aside, pretending to watch the dazzling sex around him, and did not disturb Paris.

Except for Paris herself, few people know that she was arrested by the German army at the top of the Eiffel Tower four years ago with endless humiliation and resentment.But everyone knows: Paris, whether as a city, as a person, as the capital of a country or as a collection of people, has since been clean.Dust and scars have become nothing to mention, and they can't damage her spirited and radiant in the slightest.This is the source, symbol and shelter of human freedom for hundreds of years, together with the barricades and songs, polemics and smiles, fashion and paintings, knowledge and love... I have flowed through the dark river and paid the price of blood and tears. into their arms. [Note 3] Not long after, Paris wiped away her tears and said to London: "You have fought all the way from Normandy, are you tired? Should you go back to the hotel to rest first? The Germans didn't take everything away. I have some good wine to entertain you."

"Is there any tea?"

"Maybe not."

"Forget it." London pointed to the American soldiers who were overwhelmed by the handkerchiefs and kisses waved by the girls on the avenue, but quickly got to know and hang out with each other, and laughed, "The soldiers are more tired than us, but you see, You should enjoy the moment of joy, and you can't collapse until you are exhausted."

Lyon said: "I agree. Anyone who drank alone in a hotel and fell asleep with his head covered at this historic moment will regret it years later when he recalls the past."

"That's right!" Paris laughed.This day, no matter whether the corners of her mouth are curled or not, she always seems to be smiling, and her various expressions are nothing more than the difference between a big smile and a small smile.

When they reached a consensus, they moved to the next place and came among the policemen.These policemen were still a little self-conscious about maintaining order, but when they saw that they couldn't control the excited crowd, they simply dropped their restraint and joined the ranks of carnival.When they saw the city lord coming, they were even more joyful, and after a while they swarmed to tear up the German signs, which was more joyful and efficient than the general public.In the earth-shattering hilarity, he had to speak up to talk, and it was difficult for London to hear Paris shouting at him from two or three people away: "How have you been--how have you been--all these years?"

"OK. How about you?"

"It's - it's okay! But - it's not as good as you!"

"Where—can't compare to me?"

Paris opened its mouth, closed it again, squeezed through the few people between them, and whispered in London's ear: "We have survived the bombing, endured poverty, and brought the army back to the continent. This is not the last The important thing is, after being separated for four years, I thought we were all struggling separately and had no intention of talking about love, but you surprised me by coming back with a mistress, or is it the gorgeous capital of the United States?"

"Not a mistress," London corrected gravely, "a lover."

"Oh, it's really true that there are two things on the battlefield."

"Do you have an opinion?" Xu was infected by the cheerful French and the heartless American soldiers. Today, London speaks very straightforwardly, without going around at all, "Still jealous of me?"

"Maybe a little bit, but it doesn't matter!" Paris patted his chest, his eyes were as blue as the washed sky. "I am happy enough, my heart is full of pride! So much joy and gratitude to my country, my people, my comrades in arms, and you friends. One more lover is not good, it will overflow of!"

In the evening, when the sun slanted to the west, the carnival crowd gradually dispersed, and dots of lights floated in the city.They are not gorgeous and not dense enough, but they are warmer than any moment in four years, and they have been warming to the heart.

Marked by the liberation of Paris, the series of Allied campaigns in northern France starting from the Normandy landings finally came to an end.The surviving officers and soldiers were able to relax on the soft beds, rejuvenate their spirits among the friendly residents, and wait for the next training and battle.According to the promise before the start of the battle, New York was busy preparing for the celebrations, and even pulled Washington and a few Canadians to help, and everything was done quickly.

The scale of the event was small, and the venue was only in a small theater that had been abandoned for several years and had just been cleaned, but it was carefully arranged to suit the tastes of most of the people present.The accordion girl sang attentively and beautifully, the small jazz band played mesmerizingly, and a well-known comedian skillfully avoided cultural differences and told jokes that could amuse people from all countries.The drinks are plentiful and the food is varied: fruit, pies, cheeses, cakes, mushroom soup, grilled fish, apple pies and more intricate dishes are available in generous quantities.

Montreal, who has been used to British food for a year, said to Lance, "It's nice to have a change."

Lance smiled and asked intentionally, "Isn't the English tea delicious?"

"Except for tea, just..." Montreal hesitated for a while, but still confessed, "Let's not talk about meat, according to Americans, the British seem to have a grudge against vegetables." [Note 4] Until here, it is the same as before. The condolence performances are not very different.After three or four performances, people were half full. The host stood on the stage and said, "The following is a special dance. The actors participating in the performance are all from the grassroots level of the US military..."

Washington had told London 10 minutes ago to go get some wine and hadn't returned, and London was looking for him around the bar.Southampton came to remind him that he had just made his way through the laughing audience to the stage where rows of young lads in pink tutus streamed gracefully, writhing and showing off their sturdy legs. Muscle and leg hair.Washington and New York are in the most conspicuous position among them, the makeup is much thicker than that of the soldiers next to them, and they dance to the music played by the jukebox.New York especially went too far. While shaking its thighs and constantly winking at the audience, some people even booed and cheered.Washington needs to restrain himself, but if he can accept New York's bad idea and change clothes to go on stage together, he won't be able to restrain himself...

Washington found London in the audience and winked at him.Their eyes met, and London immediately closed his eyes in pain.In the darkness, he heard Paris say, "How are you feeling?"

"What can I do?" London gritted his voice through his teeth, "I can't bear to look straight!"

"It's okay. The atmosphere has been mobilized, and everyone is very happy."

"not including me."

"You have to learn to adapt. Look, these enthusiastic little friends..."

"Just watch and see, I'll go get some wine." London said firmly, and strode towards the bar.

Paris pondered his back for a while, and asked Southampton: "I have known your capital for a long time, but I have rarely seen him drink too much. Can you tell me what the consequences will be?"

"There shouldn't be any bad consequences." Southampton smiled, "He has a good capacity for alcohol, and his wine taste is considered good-compared to most people in our country."

Paris felt relieved and continued to watch the graceful dance of the men on the stage.The dance was over, and Washington and New York changed into their normal clothes and returned to the seats next to her.After another show, a strong smell of alcohol suddenly hit them, so strong that it was still very prominent in the slightly drunk air.As soon as Paris turned her head, her shoulders were firmly grasped, and London's face came closer, nose to nose, almost the closest distance between them for centuries.

He opened his mouth and sprayed out the smell of several mixed spirits: "Paris, uh... I remember we had a marriage contract!"

"You... don't get excited, it's so old." As usual, Paris has fought back fiercely.But the occasion was special, and she didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so she reluctantly followed him and said, "Your marriage history is so complicated, what is a mere marriage partner. Besides, you and I were reluctant at the time."

"But... it's very emotional, isn't it! Looking at Europe, those who were married, no matter how in love they were once, are almost... all gone now!" London hiccupped, "Reminiscing about the past, infinite Disappointed!"

Washington came to help him shyly: "Let's not disturb Ms. Paris to enjoy the performance..."

London turned and grabbed him: "...Fortunately, I still have you!"

"Huh? Uh, yes, I thought so too."

London put his arms around the shoulders of the two men, forced them to sit down together, then raised his legs, raised his jaw slightly like any old gentleman, and declared: "So, you are all my wings...Do you admit it?"

Washington nodded no, shook his head no.On the other side, Paris's eyeballs were rolled up so that only the whites of his eyes could be seen.It was New York who came quickly to save them from peril, picked up London by the collar, and said to the two: "He is drinking too much. Whiskey, brandy and vodka, it would be good if there is no spontaneous combustion. I will take him Go back and keep playing."

"I'm with you," Washington said.

"Only I can think of a way to get him to go to bed early. With you around, he will probably cause more trouble." After New York finished speaking, he escorted London away like a prisoner.Washington returned to his seat, lowered his face as if he had just fought a big battle, and buried it in his palms.

"To be honest, since I knew him, this is the first time I've seen him behave like this after being drunk... maybe he didn't drink enough before." Paris sighed softly, and then glanced at Washington sympathetically, " How do you feel?"

Washington was silent for a long time, and said: "...I can't bear to look directly."

In the following month, the Allied forces landed from the south also made good news. Not long after, the whole of France was recovered, and Belgium was also held in the hands of the Allied forces.However, despite having already clearly superior forces and equipment at this time, victory could not always accompany them.

When several prominent city incarnations of the Allied forces came to Antwerp, they more or less had a premonition that they might stay here for a long time.This commercial and port city, which has been subordinate to many countries and princes in history, remained as before. It was lucky to keep its integrity during the war, and the port facilities on the edge of the Scheldt River flowing into the North Sea were not damaged.Unfortunately, despite the control of the city, the mouth of the Scheldt is still occupied by the Germans.Without an outlet to the sea, supplies would not be able to enter; if supplies could not enter, the Allied forces' steady breakthrough to the German defense line would be greatly hindered.

They fall into a state of doing nothing.The headquarters decided to ignore the supplies first and launched a bold raid on the German army. Although the enemy was bruised, it failed completely strategically, and had to turn back to the idea of ​​going out to sea.It is not a joy to have an ominous premonition come true. During the renovation period, the city lords sometimes stroll around the city together to relieve the pressure on their shoulders.

The weather was fine on this day, and a group of people drove to the banks of the Scheldt.When passing through the quaint medieval city, occasionally a few conversations of local residents in Dutch fell into their ears.New York showed a slight trance, which was keenly captured by Boston, who was in the same car.

"Want to take back Holland quickly?" asked Boston.

"Yes." New York replied simply, while bowing his head and kicking the gravel and stones on the river beach.Then he stopped and gazed at the river, gleaming beautifully in the bright sun for a while, and then turned his eyes to the north.

Standing not far away, The Hague and Ottawa are talking about the painting collection in the Royal Museum of Art in the city. The voices drift over intermittently on the wind, and several broken passages full of jargon can often be discerned.Art, science, trifles and even neighborhood gossip are their favorite topics, and they seldom touch upon the politics that, once a business, becomes somewhat dull and stressful.But politics is nothing but an extension of human activity, whose lives are so closely intertwined with it that it is impossible to truly ignore it.Like The Hague, the de facto capital of the Kingdom of the Netherlands, it has never set foot on the land of its own country since it took refuge in Canada with the royal family four years ago.He was talking about light and paint and perspective now, but his mind had probably already crossed the border of Hobby to his haunted homeland in the north.

"Driving to the Netherlands is a series of tough battles," Boston said.

"That's right, the future battles will not be smooth. We have already reached the doorstep of the west of Germany. I also thought about falling from the sky with the paratroopers and saving Eminem. I'm afraid I can only think about it."

Boston squinted his eyes against the wind blowing from the river: "He will be very touched knowing that you care about him so much."

New York shrugged: "Don't think of me too sweetly. I am indeed worried about his safety, but I also want to take the opportunity to anger him—he didn't have the power to protect me before, but now I have the power to save him."【Note 5】" Ha!" Boston smiled, "You still have a lot of resentment. I remember, when I wanted to comfort you, you kicked me out angrily. Looking at you like that, I thought we would never be friends."

"It's not my fault. Your manners, your accent—perfectly British! I was pissed off."

Boston just smiled and declined to comment.She clearly remembered that time, she knocked on the door of New York with good intentions, but the boy said in English with a Dutch accent, you are a lady, I can't do anything to you, please get out of my house quickly!

Boston puffed out his rudimentary chest, trying to remain friendly: If you're not happy, I, I can speak Dutch...

I don't even want to hear it!One is a robber, and the other is a profiteer who sells people at will, you all go to death!A series of verbal attacks made Boston tearful. New York felt a little remorseful when he saw him, but still gave him a glare and resolutely closed the door.She cried all the way back, but when asked who did it, she kept her mouth shut and said nothing, only remembering that she must bully her back in the future.

It is easy for children to enmity and reconcile.They still became friends who grew up together, watching each other gradually grow taller, mature in appearance, have a decent scale and industry, and there are more new cities around them that are becoming more and more lively... Then she knocked on him again said, Let us revolt against the rule of the Britons.

Can you let go?New York leaned against the wall and asked, you are different from me, you were brought up by them.

But they have gone too far, Boston replied calmly, I have already thought about getting rid of them and making Ferry the capital.But you, can you let go?

New York laughed and said of course, damn the guy who taxed the money I made.

They have their own motherland, and a group of southern brothers.After being bullied, I started to bully others when I became stronger.He is familiar with intrigues from his contacts with Europeans, but he has always retained the open-mindedness that belongs to North Americans.However, no matter whether it is an angry and tearful child standing at the door, or young men and women riding their horses in high spirits on the central grassland... they would never have expected that they are standing on the land of Western Europe today, blowing from the North Sea. To fight for the liberation of one's own earliest suzerain, or the rival of the suzerain.

"You're still a lot like Amsterdam, especially when it comes to money," Boston pointed out bluntly.

New York tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "No way, he was my first teacher. This doesn't conflict with my desire to be angry with him."

He didn't continue the conversation, but turned around and walked in a different direction, where Washington was mingling among several Frenchmen on a flat rock.

They walked onto the reef and heard these people discussing the arrangement of the Siegfried line of defense. [Note 6] Lyon was recalling the information about the Siegfried Line collected by the resistance organization. He said that although the Germans' western line of defense was not as indestructible as the official propaganda, each individual fortification was smaller than the French Maginot Line. There are many, but the number is very considerable, and the extension distance is also longer.

"After the Battle of Normandy, the Germans have been rebuilding and strengthening their defenses, and it is difficult for us to find a way to turn around from the side." Lyon said, "However, the effect of this month's breakthrough operation is not ideal, which shows that we must bear a lot of pressure to attack it head-on. Big loss."

Washington said: "Then the current policy is still correct—attack the Netherlands first, and take all the western areas of the defense line into the hands of the Allies, and then consider the issue of detours and breakthroughs."

"Whether it is a detour or a breakthrough, the battle of the Netherlands will never be easy. We have the Dutch royal family on the same front, the heroic Dutch navy and air force, as well as the resistance organizations and ordinary people who support us, but for this country with close blood... Although Their friendship has long been destroyed by the Germans themselves," Paris spread his hands, showing an almost mocking expression, "Germany will do everything possible to keep it."

"Don't we have any more unexpected tricks from the enemy?" New York interjected, "For example, let's stand still and let the French troops deploy on the Maginot Line, and then sit face to face with the German troops on the Siegfried Line. Yue, let's see who can't sit still first..." [Note 7] People's eyes were all on him, and then on Paris.Paris raised his eyebrows and smiled leisurely: "Yes, it's worth considering. But, do you have that patience?"

"No," said New York honestly. "I was kidding."

Everyone knows this is a joke.Except for the Dutch and the Canadians with whom they have developed a deep friendship in the past four years, New York is probably the one they most want to enter as soon as possible.They didn't even imagine how many valuable conclusions could be drawn from the discussion after the walk, and after another gust of wind, they returned to the city by the same route.

Washington called other people from his own country for an impromptu meeting in the large room that had been vacated in the hotel.When foreign friends are not present, their posture is much more casual. In addition, the hotel room does not have the standard layout of a meeting place after all, and there are not enough chairs. Some people sit on the edge of the bed drinking coffee, and some lean on the window to eat chocolate. A humble little party.

They were discussing topics that were totally inappropriate for a party.The changes in the Asian battlefield across the ocean have stirred up ripples in their hearts, enough to affect their planning for the future.

"The conflict between General Stilwell and the Chinese authorities has worsened again." Washington said straight to the point, "This year, the Chinese army has lost all the way to Guangxi, and Guilin and Liuzhou are also at stake. It is unlikely that they will break out. It is estimated that these two airports will have to be lost." .”

"That's really bad." Philadelphia shook his head, "The situation is improving in other battlefields, only China..."

"It's not just here. What if the Japanese's ambitions are not satisfied? They will continue to attack Chongqing, and the wartime companions will be thrown away again, and the government will have nothing to do. We are also surprised by the scale of Japan's battle. But China shouldn’t have suffered so badly. Stilwell said it was all the fault of the Chinese government’s corruption and incompetence. Although he also has serious personality problems, what he said still made sense.”

Boston said hesitantly: "It seems that just two months ago, the president supported him to replace Jiang as the commander-in-chief of the China theater? Is there any more information?"

"Then the Chinese authorities responded very angrily. If they really wanted to replace them, China would put aside its allies and fight alone."

It's too nonsense... Several people thought to themselves.

Washington said: "The president is in a dilemma. Although the Chinese authorities are terrible, there is a