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Third Reich:Iron blooded imperial

When the huge fleet cuts through the tranquility of the Atlantic Ocean, when the roaring Panther tanks spread all over French soil, when the long-range bomber swarm that covers the sky appears in the sky of Moscow. "The German Iron Crusader flag will fly forever on the continent!" Lyon makes a promise to the people……

Poo_Koo_007 · Krieg
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I am Destiny

  "Good morning, gentlemen and ladies who are watching live, or listening to me on the radio." Lyon stood on the podium in front of the Reichstag in a neat suit, addressing tens of thousands of people in the audience, or to Germany or the whole world.

  "Eight years ago, all of us Germans humiliated the defeat, ended that damned war, were forced to pay huge war reparations, were put on the sign of the vanquished, nailed to the pillar of humiliation."

  "Eight years ago our High Seas Fleet, in Scapa Flow, chose a tragic self-sinking, our air force was completely destroyed, and our army was reduced to only 100,000 men."

  "Eight years ago our Alsace and Lorraine lowered the German flag, and our troops were forbidden to appear on the Rhine that belonged to us."

  "Eight years ago, we could only hide at home and listen to the people outside insulting us unscrupulously, but we had no choice."

  "And now, eight years later, we stand here! Stand on the land of the Germans! Standing in Berlin, the land that our ancestors watered with blood and dignity, listening to a man named Leon Andrés giving his speech! As he spoke, brand-new fighter jets re-slashed over our heads, huge fleets tore apart the icy waters of the Atlantic Ocean again, and the mighty German Army stood on our land again! "

  "But in the lands outside Germany, there are still countless people who talk about the Germans, and when they talk about the Germans, they show a disdainful and disdainful face, and our motherland, our people, are still criticized."

  "Maybe you don't feel as angry as I do about what happened, maybe you say: Mr. Leon, I just want a job, a loaf of bread, I just want to live in peace."

  "Yes, you are right, life is too important. But I'm going to tell you. There is another thing in this world that is more important than life, and that is freedom! That's dignity!"

  "Our dignity has not been regained by roaring fighter jets, massive warships, mighty armies. As long as the map of Europe is on the map, the country called Germany is divided and weak. Our dignity does not exist! As long as people from other countries burst out a contemptuous laugh when they say the word Germany while chatting, our dignity does not exist!"

  "What we needed, not a loaf of bread! It's about being able to talk to people from other countries and other nationalities as an equal while we eat bread. What we need is not a job, but to look up proudly while we work and say to ourselves, I work for Germany and for my family! And what we need is not achieved by prayer and protest, but only by iron and blood, through our unity and efforts! "

  "Can unite people. There are two things: a common ideal and a common crime. We have a great ideal carved on the German flag, and I think I will shed my last drop of blood for this ideal!"

  "And you, great, proud Germans, do you choose to live in humiliation, to protest humbly, or to fight, like me, for Germany, for our children and grandchildren?"

  The scene was silent at first, but everyone's eyes had long been red.

  Gradually, some voices sounded in the crowd, and soon, these scattered voices converged, and everyone chanted: "For dignity, for freedom!" "

  The people at the scene began to go crazy, and they rushed to the rostrum where Lyon was standing, wanting to get a closer look at the German savior.

  Faced with this crazy situation at the scene, Lyon had to stand on the rostrum and continue to speak, so as not to "fall" into the hands of these crazy people.

  "I'm relieved." Lyon stood on the rostrum, surrounded by crazy people, he was like a boat in the sea, "I am glad that the great indomitable blood that once flowed in the veins of our ancestors is still rushing in the bodies of all my Germans!" "

  "Long live Germany and its people, my compatriots! Freedom, hooray!"

  "Long live freedom! Long live Germany! Long live the Fuhrer! Once again, deafening chants rang out from the scene, which lasted for a long time.

  Lyon stood on the rostrum saluting the German salute and watched with a smile as tens of thousands of people chanted his name.

  A foreign photographer recorded the moment in Lyon with a camera, and a few days later, the photo was published in newspapers in various countries and uploaded around the world.

  In the Presidential House, 10 Downing Street, Westminster borough, London, United Kingdom.

  Baldwin was sitting at his desk holding an up-to-date copy of The Times.

  On the front page of the newspaper was a huge photograph of the young man smiling and staring straight ahead, his arms pointing diagonally to the sky.

  And he was surrounded on all sides by a black-pressed crowd, and everyone in the crowd stared at the young man with a feverish face, as if that young man was their everything.

  Below the photo is the headline given by the Times - Leon Andrés, the youngest president of Germany! The world's best speaker!

  Baldwin looked at the young man in the photo, and after a long time, he sighed and said to himself: "Is it right or wrong that I have repeatedly relaxed the Treaty of Versailles in order to win over Germany?" Lyon, Leon, why are you a German? "

  At the same time, French President Pierre Dumegue was holding a similar newspaper, but he did not think as leisurely as Baldwin, and he looked at Lyon in the photo with a somewhat hideous expression.

  "No, I can't let this damn Leon continue to develop!" Pierre seemed to the secretary beside him, and also to himself, "It's all because of stupid British fools that this damned Lyon and damn Germany will be strong again!" "

  Pierre blamed Britain for everything, apparently forgetting that he had allowed Germany to develop armaments in order to win Germany over Britain.

  "Basile!" He called to the secretary next to him, "Call Boris for me." "

  "Yes, Mr. President." The secretary answered and walked out.

  It didn't take long for French Intelligence Minister Boris to arrive at the president's office.

  "Boris, how is our intelligence organization in Germany doing?" Pierre didn't wait for Boris to sit down, so he asked him anxiously.

  "Our intelligence organization in Germany has recently been hit to a certain extent due to its high activity, but several important core figures have not yet been exposed." Pierre was a little puzzled, "Why did you suddenly ask this question?" "

  "I'm going to find a chance to take down Leon!" Pierre gritted his teeth and said, "Leon is too powerful, allowing him to develop like this will threaten us." "

  "Assassination of Leon?!" Boris was taken aback, "This, how is this possible?" There were large numbers of SS troops around him all the time. "

  "Nothing is impossible." Pierre sneered and said, "Enable the 'stinging snake' and tell him to find the right opportunity to take out Leon at all costs!" "

  "'Stinging snake'? Well, that's one of the deepest spies lurking in Germany. Boris said hesitantly.

  "Go! No matter how deep the lurking spy is, he will one day be activated, and it is worth replacing Leon with him! "