In 1944, on the eve of the Allied attack on Paris, the German soldiers of the non-combat forces began to withdraw from the city. Paris was looted by car and car: an officer who lived in the Imperial Hotel pulled the curtain down and stuffed it into the suitcase, saying “I want to use it to make clothes in the future”; a lieutenant in a Florida hotel bundled a bed of sheets with a telephone line and thought about it and took the phone away; at Lamartin Square, a group of German communicationsmen were in the neighborhood. Looking at the note, I took away a few pigs raised in the garden.
But on the Victor Hugo Boulevard in Nai, a colonel of the SS wrote a note of gratitude before leaving, leaving it to “my unknown master, thank you for your unwilling hospitality.” He wrote: “When I left this apartment, everything was as old. The bills for gas, electricity, and telephone were paid, and the tip of the concierge was given.” He told the owner of the house: “Three volumes. “Voltaire Collection”, after reading it has been put back to the original shelf.” Then attached a banknote, “compensate for the two crystal champagne glasses that I accidentally broke during the period.”
On August 19, 1944, the people of Paris launched an uprising. For the first time in his life, the butcher who sold pork, Louis Berti, pointed his gun at the German army, disarmed two German devils who were drinking brandy in the restaurant, and then took them to the district office. Along the way, he rushed out three angry compatriots who ran up and thought about the spit on the faces of the two men. He said, “They are captives.” One of the German soldiers turned around and wiped his face and nodded to him: “Thank you.”
Six hours later, Louis Berti and 20 comrades who were also suppressed were taken to the German command post in Nai. A German soldier pushed them away into the circle and walked in front of them. This German soldier was one of the two German devils that Bertie had captured triumphantly. Obviously, he was ordered to identify the person who captured him. When the soldier approached him around the circle, Berti was so scared that his body was weak.
Which German soldier looked straight into his eyes, made a posture, a posture that seemed to be smeared on the cheeks, and then he did not reveal the signs of Louis Berti, and went to the next person.
The “Simon” tank of the Second Armored Division of the French Army captured the heart-shaped square. Commander Paul Ginnon used a battlefield telescope to identify a German tank and announced the range to the gunner Rob Maddy: 1500 meters. After Madi calibrated the range of the cannon’s sight, he hesitated, didn’t tell Ginion, turned the sight three more, and set the range at 1800 meters. Madi is a Parisian. He remembers that he was a long time ago. The most common “Falmo Yearbook” in France reads that the distance between the Arc de Triomphe and the Obelisk is 1,800 meters.
Madi fired a cannon.
The yearbook is correct. His first shot hit the German tank. “Thank God, if my launch is two meters to the right, the monument will be destroyed by me!” said Madi.
the surrender of the Germans in Paris, there are still sporadic German soldiers who are recalcitrant. After escaped from Major Hare Lighthold, he hid in the corner of the 3rd floor of the Admiralty of the Place de la Concorde. He heard the cheers of the crowd in the square, sneaked out and saw a black convertible coming in. In the back seat was a French general.
Major Letter Holt thought that killing a French general would be the best way to end his war. So he lifted a light machine gun and aimed at that person. Then another thought appeared in his head: If the shot was fired, the soldier would search him and kill him.
He reluctantly put the light machine gun down from the window sill, feeling that no matter who the general was, his life could not be worth his life.
Two years later, in a prisoner of war camp, the naval officer learned from a photo in the newspaper that his machine gun sight was aimed at who he was at that moment. That is, Charles de Gaulle.