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Berlin, Germany, Reichstag.

The quiet and solemn main conference hall in the past was now full of people. Reporters from all over the world surrounded the German head of state on the rostrum and looked at him frantically, like a girl in a brothel waiting for guests.

"Okay, I'll ask the next reporter to ask a question." Lyon answered the previous reporter's question with a smile, and then pointed to a black man, "Just you, sir."

"Thank you very much! Dear Yuan Xiansheng, I'm a reporter from the New York Times." The black reporter saw that Leon had chosen him, and was immediately excited. He quickly took out his pen and opened the notebook, and then asked seriously , "My question is, about this war you started in Belgium..."

"No no no." Lyon put away his smile and interrupted the reporter seriously. "Before you say your question, I want to correct you, that is, what happened in Belgium was not provoked by us."

"Uh..." The reporter was stunned.

"All this is done by Britain and France. We have warned them countless times before the conflict, asking them to withdraw their troops from Belgium and stop their senseless provocations." Lyon said and shrugged, "But they did not put our warnings to rest. In my heart, I have intensified my efforts to send more troops to Belgium, so..."

"But as far as I know, it was you who sent more troops to the Belgian front." Although the New York Times reporter was familiar with the government's shameless rhetoric, it was only in his life to see Lyon's stern inversion of right and wrong." Your three major army groups have entered the Netherlands with great momentum, I think this..."

"It's a normal troop movement for us!" Lyon interrupted the American reporter again, with a surprising voice, "It's a request from the Dutch side, if anyone here doesn't believe it, you can ask the Dutch side for confirmation, I think Wilhelmina The Queen will be more than willing to prove it for us."

Prove it, all the reporters at the scene heard Lyon's words and thought to themselves, the Netherlands has long been under your control, and now it's not what you said and what they should do?

"Okay, time is precious, let's listen to the reporter's specific questions." Lyon obviously didn't want to dwell too much on this issue.

"Okay, Yuan Xiansheng." The reporter of the New York Times did not intend to continue to learn about Lyon's shamelessness. "My question is, your country launched... er... paid so many lives, what do you want? You have already After taking back everything that was lost twenty-two years ago, land, population, money, everything, what else do you want? Yuan Xiansheng?"

Lyon listened to this question, was silent for a while, and then walked down from the podium.

Seeing this, Ludwig hurried forward and tried to stop Leon. After all, the people present came from all over the world, and it was impossible to guarantee that there were people who wanted Leon's life.

But Leon gently pushed Ludwig away and walked straight to the middle of the crowd.

Wherever they passed, everyone retreated.

"Maybe many people think that we fought this war to regain the land, the money, and the people we lost twenty-two years ago." Leon said slowly, "That's right, the reason we sacrificed It is for these things that I have taken so many soldiers' lives. But it is not all of them. I would like to make additions on this basis, adding more important points than the above."

"That's dignity!"

"We value dignity more than land money! In addition to the identity of the German head of state, I have a more important identity, that is, a veteran! I experienced that war with my own eyes, and I saw the enemy with my own eyes. How did they tear down our battle flags, tear down our flags, step on their feet arrogantly, screaming that our great German army is just a bunch of garbage! Even though they were beaten by us weeks ago!"

"From that moment on, we lost the most important thing to us, and that is dignity! From that moment on, I was determined to take back what was lost from me!"

"An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!"

"So, Mr. Reporter." Leon patted the black reporter and whispered, "Do you understand... what do we want?"

"Für die ürde! (For dignity!)" shouted the unknown German reporter present.

"Für die ürde! Für die ürde!" The other Germans present reacted from the shocking speech in Lyon and shouted in unison.

"Nuan Yuan was born first, has your country thought about how this war will end?" a reporter from the New York Times asked, despite the shouts of the surrounding mountains and tsunamis.

"It ends in the right way at the right place at the right time." Lyon said with a smile, "Of course, it would be better if the British and the French surrendered directly, so that we can save some troops for other places."

"You mean, there will be wars in other parts of Europe?" The New York Times is a big media, and the reporters they send have extremely high sensitivity.

For his question, Lyon did not directly answer, but instead asked the black reporter a question: "I want to ask, as a black person, have you ever been discriminated against in the United States?"

"Yuan was born first, to be honest, yes." The black reporter lowered his head.

"This is the answer to your previous question." Lyon patted the reporter's shoulder mysteriously, and then walked back to the podium amidst the shouts of "Für die ürde!"

"Gentlemen, be quiet, don't scare our friends." Lyon stood on the podium, looked at the panicked reporters from other countries, and said with a smile.

As soon as Leon's voice fell, the hall that had been shouting loudly fell silent in an instant, except for the chatter of some reporters from other countries, there was no noise at all.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Leon nodded slightly. "I'm a little tired. The next question will be answered by the Minister of Publicity, Mr. Goebbels. I'm really sorry."

After speaking, Leon turned around and left the podium, walking towards the back door.

Seeing that Leon was about to leave, the reporters who were full of questions suddenly became agitated. They shouted their questions one after another, hoping that Leon could answer them before leaving.

Suddenly, a different question suppressed other voices.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lyon, you and I sacrificed so many lives for your ambitions for no reason, aren't you afraid of being assassinated?"

As soon as this question came out, the venue fell into silence again.

Leon stopped, looked back at the crowd, and asked lightly, "Who asked this question?"

"Me!" A man with a strong Polish accent stood up.

Seeing someone stand up, several SS soldiers around immediately picked up their submachine guns and quickly stepped forward to control the Polish journalist.