Chapter 1474 The Privilege of Honoring the Aryans

The uniforms of the empire are the most beautiful, and the soldiers of the empire are the most handsome. When the handsome face has withstood the test of war and has the demeanor of a mature man, it will be even more high-spirited. It is simply the dream lover of all women.

Yes, this is what the army of the Empire looks like. Now in the entire European continent, which woman does not have a soft spot for the soldiers of the Empire and has a heart for it?

In the city of Kyiv, the final rehearsal is underway, and the expressions on each soldier's face are extremely serious.

"Attention, the rows should be aligned, three tanks in a row, let me walk steadily!"

Kleist held the horn and shouted loudly, watching the Tiger tanks passing by the Central Street in Kyiv. As the main force of the 1st Panzer Army, his troops were the main body of the review, and they also You must come up with your own strong skills.

Today is May 30, and tomorrow is the time to be reviewed by the great head of state. They must do all this well!

Above the head, there was the roar of the aircraft. Not only the ground troops were inspected, but the air force was also inspected. The huge Junker-290 bombers lined up in a row and flew through the sky. When it flew to the rostrum. When it was directly above, from the back of the plane, colored smoke was pulled out, which looked quite beautiful.

In particular, when the fighter behind him came up and rolled in the sky, the words Long Live Deutschland appeared in the sky, which was even more amazing.

This gorgeous performance was mainly for the Führer Cyric. The entire city was emptied, and there were no ordinary citizens as spectators. However, in order to show the momentum of Germany, there were still necessary reporters, and at the same time, there would be Europeans. Military attachés from other countries come to Kyiv to visit this military parade, which is naturally rich in connotation.

These people all entered the field one day in advance, so today is a heavy test for the security work of the entire Kyiv.

"What? To take off your clothes? What's the point of this? This is simply an insult to our journalistic career!" At this time, at a checkpoint outside Kyiv, a reporter who drove here was immediately dissatisfied. There are dark clouds on his face.

"If you don't want to be checked, you can leave." A Gestapo in charge of the place said: "Please!"

If you want to go in, you have to be checked. If you don't want to, then please leave. Germany is already very humane.

Faced with this situation, the reporter could only give in: "Okay, then I'll take off my clothes, do you all want to see it?"

"Yes."

In front of everyone's eyes, the reporter quickly stripped down out of anger. He didn't expect to pay such a high price for an interview.

"Why don't I just go in like this, it's the safest." The reporter continued to say ironically, isn't he afraid of hiding weapons? Then I just went in naked, and a group of reporters took pictures with their cameras naked. It was a beautiful scenery.

"Of course not." The person who was here said, "Please change into the clothes we prepared for you."

So, the reporter looked at his clothes, crumpled into a ball, stuffed them into a bag on the side, with a label with his name on it, and appeared in front of him in a clean suit.

The Germans were indeed the most cautious. They were afraid that there was something strange in his clothes, that there was something hidden in the buttons, so he changed his clothes directly!

So, he could only put on his clothes slowly, and even the clothes were changed, and the car that he drove when he came, I'm afraid it won't work.

"After changing your clothes, take the meal and accommodation vouchers here, and wait on the bus next to you." The Gestapo continued: "In the past few days in Kyiv, you all have free meals and accommodation."

Sure enough, nothing can be brought in!

"Wait, my camera!" he shouted loudly. "You can't touch my camera. For journalists, the camera is my life!"

It was an old Leica camera, made in Germany, and he held it tightly in his hand: "This camera has accompanied me through the years, and I can't leave it, absolutely not!"

He already had a hunch that the Germans would not let him bring the camera in, so he was quite excited at this time: "Please, don't rob my camera!"

"Sorry, do I need to undress for inspection?" At this moment, a voice came from outside. A tall man with his lover appeared in everyone's sight. He looked familiar.

The person who came was very serious: "The strip inspection is to prevent someone from assassinating the head of Cyric. Erin and I are in favor of raising our hands." After speaking, he looked at his wife next to him.

Aileen also looked at her lover with obsessive eyes. Over the past few years, they have been leaning on each other and accompanying each other, day after day.

The officer took the other party's certificate, and after seeing the name on the certificate, he carefully checked the authenticity, and then said: "No, for you and your wife, we are exempt from inspection. You can pass, and you can drive your cars, all the way into the city.”

"Why!" Here, the reporter, holding his camera and not letting go, shouted loudly, "This is not fair!"

I was stripped naked, and I wasn't even allowed to bring my camera, so I just squatted here for a long time to see if there was any illicit goods in my intestines, but what about others? People are actually exempt from inspection, how can this make him mentally balanced!

Not only him, those outside, who were already waiting on the bus, and other reporters who had also experienced the scene just now, naturally itch with hatred.

People are more mad than people.

"Because he and his wife are both honorary Aryans." The little head of the Gestapo spoke with respect: "They have contributed to the empire, and of course they have the right to be exempted from inspection. Mr. George Orwell , you can go with your wife."

George Orwell? Is that the famous fairy tale writer? At this time, the reporter reacted: "Mr. Orwell, I am James, a reporter from the Thames, your Animal Farm is my favorite, I have purchased versions in six languages, I am your fan, you help Help me!"

James shouted loudly that this was his last chance.

At this moment, the camera in James's hand was finally snatched out, and James burst into tears.

"James, the order of the Empire cannot be violated. Well, I have a camera here. I have been with me for many years, and I will give it to you!" George Orwell took out an almost identical Leica from his car. The camera came, and then asked the Gestapo on the side: "Is this against the rules?"

"No violation, you can give him your camera, James, you're lucky."