Superman of the American Comics

Paris, star square.

The battle group with zieglind as the core occupied the sparsely populated empty city without effort.

They have not encountered any decent resistance since they penetrated the Allied line of defense.

Ordinary troops, or sporadic resistance forces, were as vulnerable as unarmed children in front of zieglind.

Allied bazooka rockets and tank group shelling tactics did not play an obvious role.

"Berlin sent a telegram and began bombing an hour later."

Under the Arc de Triomphe, a senior officer wearing a hydra armband shouted.

The cold and solemn voice echoed in the open star square and spread far away.

Standing at the top of the Arc de Triomphe, zieglind looked at the silent city with a frown and seemed puzzled.

As early as 1940, the bombing of Paris was an order given by Berlin.

This morning, after being threatened with words by zieglind, he said what he knew.

Who told him to see it with his own eyes? In front of him, the "warship class" female soldier blasted a tank into scrap iron.

Countless Allied soldiers died at the hands of the other side. They don't have to be one of them.

"The final battlefield... Means that the superman of the allies may come?"

Sieglind loosened his palm and ignored the trembling Hydra senior officer.

The three "warships" were all interested in the Allied Superman, which was called "legendary" war hero by Roosevelt and Churchill.

If you can screw off the other party's head, it will certainly cause a devastating blow to the morale of the allies.

"This credit seems to want me to be taken down."

Ziglind thought.

Both she and Siegmund were dissatisfied that only Siegfried was decorated by the head of state.

The saint general was busy stabilizing the situation in Berlin and completely ignored the problem.

The so-called Aryan Superman, they are no different from other soldiers.

It also needs to be affirmed and a medal of honor, not just as the propaganda object of the axis powers.

"I hope the Allied Superman comes early so that I can get an iron cross. Save that bastard Siegfried from showing off his knight's Cross awarded by the dead!"

Zieglind's thoughts diverged and waited quietly for the bombing.

Forty minutes later, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes condensed into a little and looked into the distance.

In the dark night sky with dim stars and moon, it seems that several transport planes have flown over.

Vaguely, you can still see the flag of the allies!