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October 29, 1945
New Fuhrer's Residence in Berlin, Germany
"You idiots. These guys seem to have already forgotten that they lost the war."
Göring responded to Keitel's words by saying, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"That's right. Those idiotic frogs. "They don't seem to have the ability to learn at all, so how about we engrave it on the bamboo tube?"
"I agree!"
I was also dumbfounded.
What on earth do these guys have in their heads?
"A coup. "Oh really."
Even in history, we know that France has made many anachronistic ideas. But I never thought there would be writers who are this crazy.
They planned a coup because they were dissatisfied with not only liberating the colony, but even suggesting appeasement to appease the colonized people. Aren't these pure idiots?
Of course, the reason for the coup was not simply this. I'm sure there were many factors at play, but it was still a coup. It's something I can't understand.
Aren't these guys afraid of repercussions? If I was scared, I wouldn't have done something like this in the first place. You don't know if you succeed, but if you fail, you're calling the end of your life, right?
Even if we succeed, the problem is that even if we form a new cabinet and a new government, if we intervene and overthrow it, that will be the end of it.
It seems like they were trying hard to avoid being suspicious of us, but they think they are fools.
"I guess they were confident that it was a perfect plan, right? I won. "I don't know how you can lose a war and still not learn anything."
"Actually, it's worth it. It happened in just four weeks, so what did you have to learn and what did you have time to do?"
"Wahahahahah!!"
The meeting attendees burst into laughter at Keitel's joke.
"ha ha ha. That's right. anyway… … "Does Marshal Pétain know about this?"
"As far as I know the French government doesn't know yet."
Keitel said.
"I think I should tell Pétain and have him resolve it on his own. What are your opinions?"
"I am being presumptuous, but that is not possible."
Goering said, shaking his head.
"Not only may there be collaborators in Pétain's cabinet who have not yet been revealed, but the French will undoubtedly try to handle the incident as quietly as possible for fear of being caught by us. Rather, they will use this as an opportunity to once again keep France's nose in check. "I'm going to make it so that they can never even dream of rebelling against us again."
"I agree. They didn't even know who made them a victorious country, so they became arrogant again. I heard that the deadline for paying reparations has been delayed recently. Isn't that because they look down on Germany?"
Brauchitsch also insisted on active intervention.
"Then I guess I can't help it."
If we left it to France to take care of it, things could have gotten worse. Some of those who participated in the coup might be punished lightly.
Although it was unlikely, Pétain might try to use this as a means to use it against us.
"Contact Marshal Blomberg. "Can we suppress them all with just our military forces stationed in France?"
"It is possible, but I think it would be better to dispatch additional troops to prepare for unexpected situations."
"Then do it. Just in case, please instruct us to strengthen security at the headquarters. And since this is an internal matter in France, please convey the news to Pétain first. "I'm sure he'll be displeased if he finds out we've been trying to take matters into his own hands."
"I understand, Mr. President."
***
Not knowing that their plan had already been leaked, the coup forces accelerated their preparations for an uprising.
"I can't believe the day will come when I have to join hands with you guys… … ."
"You think we're not like that?"
"Watch your mouth. From now on, we are all comrades."
"That is correct. Let us fight for France."
Resistance organizations hiding in Paris with bated breath promised solidarity with each other, regardless of whether they were left-wing or right-wing.
Pistols, grenades, and submachine guns were distributed, and leaflets were prepared to be distributed to citizens.
A training schedule was given to officers below the battalion commander.
The soldiers, non-commissioned officers, and junior officers may only think that they are participating in training. Little did they know that this was a huge conspiracy to overwhelm France.
And the preparations of the forces trying to stop this were steadily progressing.
The difference was that one side knew the other side's plans, but the other side had no idea what the other side was planning.
And that difference changed the flow of history.
-Together!
"… … ?"
"What does this mean?"
"It sounds like the wheels of a tram rolling... … ?"
The sentries on guard duty were puzzled by the sound of a crawler track heard in the middle of the night.
Eventually, a massive Tiger appeared in front of them.
The sentries could not help but be surprised by the sudden appearance of German tanks. The war between Germany and France ended five years ago, but the nightmare still remained.
The sight of German tanks charging in all directions and trampling the ranks of the retreating French troops.
"What is this-"
There was not just one German tank that appeared at the French garrison. More than thirty tanks appeared, accompanied by infantrymen riding in armored vehicles.
Meanwhile, the garrison was completely surrounded by German troops.
A Kubelwagen rushed in front of the soldiers, who were trembling as they wondered what was going on. A French officer and a German officer were riding in the Kubelwagen.
The soldiers' faces lit up when they saw the French major in the back seat of the Kubelwagen.
"Major? "What kind of situation is this?"
"How on earth does this work-"
"Really, listen carefully to what I say from now on."
After cutting off the soldiers' questions, the major spoke in a firm voice.
The fact that the regiment they belong to is included in the coup army.
"Kuh, coup!?"
"A coup? "What does that mean?"
"We haven't heard anything!"
The soldiers were surprised by the major's declaration that they were soldiers of the coup army. And they desperately denied it.
I didn't even hear the 'ku' character for coup d'état. All I had to do was train and go to work as usual, but suddenly there was a coup.
The major believed what the soldiers were saying. In the first place, they probably didn't know what their superiors were plotting.
Just as he does not know what kind of conversation the high-ranking people in Paris or Berlin are having at this moment.
"Don't worry. If you follow the instructions, there will be no disadvantage. "I promise."
"Are you sure…?" … ?"
"okay. "Because you guys have nothing to do with it anyway."
What the arrest team is interested in are not soldiers or low-level officers who know nothing, but those who participated in the coup. It was safe to say that all officers above the battalion commander were aware of the coup plan.
French soldiers, police, and Milis members who could speak German followed the German soldiers and helped with the search. In less than 30 minutes, the officers who participated in the coup were tied to ropes and dragged out.
"Holy shit… … ."
"You guys are still French!"
The arrested coup participants gritted their teeth and cursed their compatriots who cooperated with the German military's search.
How, how could a Frenchman betray his fellow countrymen by siding with the aggressor German army?
"You damn bastards! God will curse you!"
"You guys are a disgrace to France! "You disgusting bastards!"
"They're like bastards. One day, I will tear you all apart and kill you! "I must!"
"Shut up! "You idiots!"
One of the Milis members kicked the solar plexus of the conspirator, who was screaming loudly, with a military kick. The lieutenant colonel's back, who had been kicked in the solar plexus, was bent like a bow.
The lieutenant colonel, who was in pain even breathing, was approaching 50 years old, and the member of Milis who kicked him looked to be at most 20 years old.
Milis, who was about the age of the lieutenant colonel's son, kicked the other person mercilessly, regardless of his age.
"You are the traitors! "You idiots."
"You dare plot treason?"
"You traitors who stuck with communists!"
Among the French who cooperated with the German army, quite a few switched sides for reasons of origin and protection, but on the other hand, there were quite a few who 'sincerely' cooperated with the German army for the sake of France.
This was the case with Frenchmen who joined the Milis or the German Waffen-SS.
France lost the war. This is an immutable fact.
If France wants to become great again, it must not deny reality and fight an unwinnable battle; it must face reality and actively cooperate with Germany, which has emerged as the ruler of Europe.
If France settles its old bad relationship and actively cooperates with Germany, Germany will also treat France as a true ally rather than a defeated country.
Following that logic, many French people willingly submitted applications to enlist in Milis and the SS.
The 10th SS Waffen-Grenadier Division Charlemagne, composed of Frenchmen, made significant achievements on the Eastern Front and was even praised by Hitler as one of the bravest units in Europe.
And Charlemagne was deployed to suppress a coup in France.
Even though they were French, they did not treat them differently. On the contrary, they arrested the coup forces to the point where it seemed more thorough and harsh.
Those who would destroy France's efforts to become great again! These are the cancers eating away at France, unnecessary parasites on great France.
If France is to become great again, these scum must be kicked out. Every single one of them!
There were some participants who were arrested obediently or committed suicide with a pistol or poison before being arrested, but on the other hand, there were many who attempted to resist by picking up a gun.
However, the suppression force also made thorough preparations in preparation for enemy resistance.
"Alas, listen up you traitors. You are surrounded. If you surrender obediently, we will treat you with as much leniency as possible-"
"Fuck you! Bosch whores!"
A short submachine gun shot rang out and a gunfight broke out. Some soldiers who were discovered participating in the coup d'état chose to resist rather than calmly raise their hands and come out.
"They are shooting."
"What should I do?"
"What should I do? "There were instructions to blow everything up as soon as you fired, right?"
"Goal, 3rd floor, 7th window!"
The turret of Tank 4 rotated, and the gunner pushed a grenade into the chamber. The chamber closed with a rattling sound, and the tank was ready to fire.
"Loaded!"
"Aim complete!"
"launch!"
-Quaaang!!
For the tank crews of the 4th Panzer, who had experience fighting the Soviet Army's T-34s on the bone-chilling Eastern Front, this was like a piece of cake.
There are no Katyusha rocket guns, called Stalin's organs, no anti-tank guns, and no damn General Dong.
The foolish French people chose resistance instead of surrender, but it was enough to step on them step by step with tank guns.
Several bullets flew and hit the Schirzen of Panzer 4. A sharp sound of metal was heard and small sparks flew out.
However, the tank commander, who proudly stuck his head out of the cupola, laughed as if it was ridiculous and designated the gunner with the next target.
Several bullets flew at him, a veteran who earned the Knight's Cross by defeating the T-34/85, IS-2, and even the IS-3 while riding the 4th Panzer, which was inferior to the Panther and Tiger in both armor and firepower. It was at least like a child's play.
The sporadic resistance of the coup forces was quickly suppressed. Unlike the arrested high-ranking officers, the ordinary soldiers calmly followed the instructions of the suppression force.
They put down their weapons and gathered at the parade ground, following the instructions of the French officer receiving orders from the German army, and waited for the next instructions.
"What happened to France… … ."
"Hey, watch your mouth. Do you want to be taken away too?"
"no no. So what I mean is… … ."
The soldiers, who had suddenly been singled out as part of a coup d'état and were forced to squat on the parade ground in the middle of the night and be watched, sighed and glanced at the German soldiers who were watching with their fierce eyes.
If it was judged that the French army was making a trick or had the intention of doing so, the German army was ordered to open fire without delay.
Therefore, soldiers hung their fingers so that they could pull the trigger if necessary.
No one could easily open their mouth in the grim atmosphere. The good news was that if you needed to relieve yourself, you could go to the bathroom in the barracks with permission.
Although there were a large number of guards following the rotation system, it was still better than digging a hole or having everyone relieve themselves in a large rubber bucket.
***
"Whoop! Whoop!"
"This way, this way!"
"Hurry!"
Duclos barely suppressed his breath that rose to his chin and desperately moved his legs.
As he got older and lived a long life away from exercise, Duclos' body was much heavier than he thought.
My legs felt heavy, like there were lead weights on them, and I could barely breathe, almost sobbing.
"It's over there!"
"Chase!"
"You can't miss it!"
The pursuers chasing Duclos, even accompanied by military dogs, pursued them closely.
If they catch you, you will definitely die. Duclos forced his motionless legs to take a desperate step.
He had to go even 1m further away. Only then could he live.
As the plan was exposed in advance, many of the comrades who were preparing for the rebellion were killed or captured by the SS. Duclos was luckier.
Just before the French National Gendarmerie and Gestapo raided the hideout, Duclos fled with his comrades.
But without any time for relief, the pursuers followed them like ghosts.
Duclos took refuge in the maze-like sewers of Paris. The stench coming from all directions made him nauseous, but it was the only way out.
The clothes he wore were damp and smelly with sweat and feces.
Because he lost his glasses while running, his vision was blurry. Luckily, his comrades were his eyes and explained to him which direction to go.
"comrade! "It's here!"
"Can I climb on this?"
"yes! hurry!"
Duclos climbed the slippery ladder and climbed to the ground with difficulty.
After smelling the stench of sewage, my cloudy head seemed to clear again as I breathed in the fresh earthly air.
But the relief was short-lived as the Gestapo, who had chased him up to his chin, started screaming.
"It's over there!"
The MP40 burst into flames, and Duclos' female secretary, who was the last to climb the ladder, fell from the ladder.
Blood spurted out from the hole created as the bullet passed through.
"shit! "You came all the way up here!"
"run! hurry!"
If there had been grenades, it would have been possible to stop the enemy's pursuit at least a little, but unfortunately, the grenades were used up during the fight in the sewer.
Duclos and his colleagues took refuge in an alley.
After running and falling down like crazy, they were able to hide in a spare hiding place.
However, the situation was still not good. The police and military police on the streets walked around with lights in their eyes, interrogating everyone who passed by.
Duclos could even hear the sounds of military dogs barking at the people being inspected.
"It looks like the information got lost somewhere… … ."
"Damn it."
There must have been a traitor among the collaborators. Duclos was sure.
Otherwise, there was no way the Gestapo would have known not only the hiding place but also the emergency evacuation route.
If all information was leaked through a traitor inside, it would only be a matter of time before this place was discovered.
I should have hurriedly escaped, but I couldn't get out because the police and military police were everywhere.
To make matters worse, the fake ID and extra money I had prepared in advance were lost while running away.
"… … "I guess that's it."
"Comrade Duclos! "Don't say things like that!"
"Of course, there must be a way. There must be some comrades who haven't been arrested yet… … ."
"Aren't you the one who told us not to lose hope, comrade? Please have courage."
"… … "I understand."
Duclos nodded weakly. Then he put his head against the wall and spoke softly.
"I want to be alone for a while. "Could you please leave?"
At Duclos' request, his men quietly left the place.
As soon as he heard the door close, Duclos put his hand inside his coat. Then he tore off the tightly sewn lining and took out a small pill hidden inside.
Sorry, everyone. Duclos was in a bad mood. His fear of death was also great, but he did not dare to see his comrades because he seemed to be the only one running away.
However, I had no confidence that I would survive. When I thought about what I would experience when I was captured by the Gestapo, I did not have the courage to stay alive.
What is Comrade Torrez doing right now? He must be writing a speech to his comrades in France urging them to continue their 'heroic resistance'. With a slender Russian secretary next to him.
Duclos laughed bitterly when he remembered Torrez's excuse that he was not running away but was going to Moscow to bring Soviet revolutionary comrades to France.
Even if he dies, the legacy of the French Communist Party will continue as long as Torrez and his comrades in the Soviet Union remain.
However, I don't know if France's legacy will continue. I don't know if it's something that is covered in the skin of France.
"Long live freedom."
Duclos muttered softly and put the pill in his mouth. As he crushed the pill with his molars, intense pain spread throughout his body.
As the urethra and anus opened, waste matter poured out. Feeling his pants getting wet, Duclos felt drowsiness coming over him after the intense pain.