Bismarck

"So we're here?" Memories came flooding back to her. She remembered that she had suggested to them that they come to Paris, but she didn't expect that they would actually come.

It seemed like he was living a good life, and Bismarck had no intention of coming forward. He smiled and prepared to leave.

"Wow... Woo" Soon after I turned around, I heard the crying of a little girl.

Bismarck was stunned, then turned around suddenly and found that the little girl's arm was held in the hand of a fashionable Parisian girl, and an officer was standing next to the woman.

The girl's crying immediately attracted the parents in the store to come out. It was indeed the family that he had met in Hamburg. The child's appearance had changed a lot in two years, but the mother had not changed at all.

The French woman, relying on the German around her, cursed at the mother with disdain. Bismarck listened briefly and thought that the little girl might have bumped into him accidentally.

The girl's mother had begun to apologize continuously, but the woman still wouldn't give in. The German officer next to her had an expression of watching a good show on his face and didn't say a word, but just standing there put a lot of pressure on the mother.

After a while, the male host came out, but when he saw the German officer, he had to lower his head.

Shame?

Yes.

But there is no way.

Bismarck frowned. She didn't want to go out at first, but given the current situation, it seemed she had no choice but to take action.

She walked over.

"You yellow people, why don't you stay in your own country? Why do you come to France? It's disgusting!" The French woman grabbed the little girl with one hand and suddenly slapped her with the other hand.

"Snapped."

The woman's hand did not hit the little girl in the face - Bismarck's hand firmly grasped her wrist.

Everyone looked at the girl in surprise. Her slender hands seemed to have a thousand pounds of strength. With just a little force, the vicious woman let out a scream.

"Hawkes, save me!" She screamed and called for the officer beside her, but Bismarck was obviously wearing German military uniform, and the person she relied on still seemed to have no intention of helping.

Bismarck saw a flash of disgust in the eyes of the man named Hawkes, not towards her, but towards his French companion.

"Captain, I advise you to think it over carefully before you take any action." Bismarck raised his eyebrows and said in a cold tone.

"Oh? Ma'am, what did you say?" Compared to his female companion's cry for help, the captain was obviously more interested in this family member who suddenly appeared in front of him and was wearing what seemed to be a modified military uniform.

"Look at this." Bismarck, still holding the other person's hand tightly, took out an officer's certificate from his bag and held it up.

Her original military rank was also captain, but not long ago, Lütjens promoted her to major, and now she is at least a colonel-level officer.

"Oh, so it's Major Bismarck." The captain nodded and stepped back without any hesitation. "Please do whatever you want with her."

German officers generally hold the attitude towards such women that it's okay to play with them, but if something goes wrong, it's no big deal to just ignore them - they don't have a good impression of people who cling to the invaders.

"Hawkes--" Bismarck pushed harder again, and the woman screamed even louder.

She shook her head speechlessly. Others thought she was torturing her, but in fact it was just pinching her wrist... This level was insignificant compared to being blown up by a shell.

Bismarck pulled the woman's hand, turned his delicate face towards her, and said indifferently, "What qualifications do you slaves of a conquered nation have to look down on the Chinese?"

She smiled sarcastically. "Although their country was invaded, they have been fighting against the invaders all along. They have been fighting bravely for their freedom and independence, even at the cost of huge casualties. What about you?"

"What about the so-called proud Gallic rooster? The so-called noble race? What have they done except losing again and again and handing Paris over to us?"

"Perhaps the bodies of the French soldiers have not yet been buried, and you people have already climbed into the enemy's bed? Madam, you should be married, does your husband know about this? Or does he know and acquiesce to it?"

"What noble French people!" Bismarck said the last sentence in an aural manner, but the contempt and disdain in his tone were difficult to conceal.

The woman's face turned pale.

"Major, although your military rank is higher than mine, I still want to remind you that there are some things you cannot say casually." The captain said casually.

"I know." Bismarck nodded with a smile. These words were indeed inappropriate in the context of the German army wanting to establish good relations with the Parisians.

"But, Captain, you wouldn't stand up for a woman like this."

"No." He said it simply without even looking at her.

The woman's face turned even paler, and Bismarck collapsed to the ground as soon as he shook her hand off.

"Hawkes, you said you loved me..." she said tremblingly.

"You should be thankful that I didn't use too much force." Bismarck whispered in her ear, "Get out of here now."

"Go away." The captain said this.

After watching the woman stumble away, Bismarck turned his attention to the family.

"Major, I think you should come with me." Hawks suddenly spoke up.

"kindness?"

"Excuse me, I'm from the Military Court." He smiled and took out a certificate. "Major, your remarks just now have violated certain regulations on getting along with the French, so please come with me."

"Ah?!" Bismarck then realized that he seemed to have been tricked.

The military court has the power to arrest any soldier who breaks the law. I just arrogantly threw an officer's certificate in front of him...

This is such a disgrace!

"It's okay." Hawks glanced at the crowd around him, then smiled in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Actually, I agree with you. Come with me for some tea, and everything will be fine."

"Captain, can I understand that you are trying to flirt with me?" Bismarck's face was dark, and this statement sounded so evil.

"Then I have no choice. How do you want me to explain to the Parisian citizens around me? You hit the woman first." Hawkes looked at Bismarck helplessly.

"Okay..." In order not to cause greater disputes, Bismarck had to resign herself to her fate and raised her hands. Then Hawkes handcuffed her with satisfaction.

I don't know why that family was clearly the strong side of Bismarck at the beginning, but then the situation suddenly reversed...

However, they soon recognized that the person was the benefactor who had asked them to come to Paris in Hamburg last time. They cried and wanted to rush over to him, and the little girl even hugged Bismarck's thighs to prevent him from leaving.

"Bad guy, bad guy, go away." She shouted at Hawks.

"This is very difficult for me to do." Hawkes said to Bismarck, "You handle it."

"It's okay, I'm fine." Bismarck said helplessly to the couple, "You don't have to worry."

"Miss, thank you for saving my life. We have no way to repay you. We can only serve you like a slave in the next life..."

How could it be so serious... Bismarck was ashamed, it was just holding hands, yes, just holding hands.

"It's not that exaggerated." Bismarck waved his hands quickly, then went over to help his mother, who was kneeling on the ground, up - but it seemed inconvenient with his handcuffs.

"Everyone he and I know is our own people." Bismarck whispered in front of his mother, "Don't worry."

"And it has nothing to do with you. I just did something casually. Don't take it to heart." Bismarck pulled the octopus-like little Loli off his body and put her in her mother's arms.

"I'm leaving first, you guys go back first."

They could only nod and watch Bismarck and the officer leave.

"Is this the officer in Hamburg who asked you to come to Paris?" the man asked.

"Yup."

“She doesn’t look like one of us Chinese.”

"She looked a bit like her before... I don't know why she looks exactly like the Germans now, so it took me a long time to confirm it just now, but it is definitely her."

"Forget it." The man waved his hand. "I hope she's okay."

"I hope so..."

ps: Not only French women, French men are even more cowardly. When the Allied forces entered Paris, the first impression was that all French men were beating their wives - they didn't dare to do so when the Germans were there, so they could only vent their anger after the Germans left, haha.

Chapter 193: Teach Her a Lesson♂

When Lütjens pulled Bismarck out of the military court, he watched in silence as she actually waved goodbye to Hawkes in a friendly manner.

"Goodbye, Major Bismarck, welcome back." Hawkes said with a smile.

Bismarck was about to nod, but Lütjens glared at her, and she quickly shook her head and lowered her head: "No, I'm not coming."

"Thank you for your care." Although his military rank was much higher, his duties were there, so Lütjens could only smile and politely say to Hawkes. Although he knew that Bismarck actually just drank several pots of black tea in the Military Court, it just happened that the Military Court was the party involved in this incident, and the officer of the Military Court was more conscientious. Otherwise... Under normal circumstances, other people who came into the Military Court would be skinned before they could leave.

Although France was a typical example of weakness and incompetence, Germany's policy towards the occupation forces in France was quite strict in order not to provoke resistance from the French. Once a German soldier had a dispute with a Frenchman, as long as it did not involve anti-German issues, the military court would inherently judge the German soldier responsible.

A few days ago, Lütjens had just heard from Guderian that a new recruit in a tank training team crushed a chicken of a local French farmer while driving a tank for training. As a result, their company commander was almost blackmailed by the farmer and went into debt before he had to settle the matter privately. If the farmer had taken the dead chicken to the military court, the consequences would not be as simple as financial bankruptcy.

Are they the occupying army or the occupied army? Lütjens was dumbfounded...

That's why he felt a little scared.

He was not afraid of Bismarck being beaten. First, she was an officer and a girl after all. The military court would not do such a thing as destroying a beautiful girl. Second, even if she was beaten, what would it matter? With her tens of thousands of tons of armor protection, how could human power cause any harm? What he was most worried about was that the military court would investigate Bismarck's background, because the military court had a close relationship with the Gestapo. Once the investigation started, he could not guarantee that her disguise would still be useful... It was even a question whether he would be sent to a concentration camp...

When he learned that the Persian cat had been captured, even though he was a veteran, he was still frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

fortunately···

"You are too polite, General. I actually agree with what Miss Bismarck said. She is a lovely girl." After all, the other party was a general with great military achievements, and he also admired Bismarck's behavior. Therefore, Hawkes did not have a cold expression as usual, but smiled politely.

"Yes." Lütjens nodded. He bowed his head and gave a few instructions to Bismarck, who was silently standing behind him and admitting his mistake. Then he said to him, "If everything is fine, we will leave first."

"Okay, the door is open, please go ahead."

Bismarck followed Lütjens into the car.

"I told you not to cause trouble, but you really did." As soon as he got in the car, Lütjens turned on the low-pressure mode. He glared at his Persian cat that was running around and causing trouble, and said in a serious tone.

"Captain, I was wrong." Bismarck lowered his head and said embarrassedly.

"You really are... Don't say you don't know what the Military Court is! Do you know what the consequences will be if your resume is checked?" Thinking of how Persian Cat dared to wave goodbye to the people from the Military Court, Lütjens couldn't help but scold him angrily.

Such an innocent Persian cat...is really a cause for concern!

"I know..." Bismarck said carefully, and when she saw the captain's face darken, she immediately lowered her head.

But he still defended himself by saying, "But I didn't know he was from the Military Court at that time, Captain. I was tricked..."

Seeing that her captain was still glaring at her, Bismarck immediately raised his paws to show his innocence. "If I had known that he was from the military court, I would definitely not have attacked that woman - no, I would have definitely gone up to him!"

After all, people can't stand people bullying others...

The Persian cat said pitifully, its eyes widened and tried to look watery, blinking hard - this is also one of the ways that Grape often acts cute.

"You are really..." Lütjens sighed. The chivalry of the German officer corps was a tradition. He didn't think he had done anything wrong. He even thought if it was him, he would have been more harsh. And... this Persian cat who was acting cute like this... Although he knew she was pretending, he still couldn't bear to say anything harsh.

"Captain, I was wrong~" Bismarck continued to act cute, trying to make her voice softer, dragging the captain's arm and shaking it - in short, acting like a spoiled child.

"Forget it, think carefully next time before you do it. At least you should learn how to judge people..." Lütjens had no choice but to turn his head away and waved at his cat. Anyway, the people from the Military Court did not do anything to Bismarck, so let her go this time...

"I heard from the military court that you took action on behalf of the Chinese?" said Lütjens.

"Uh, yes." Bismarck nodded.

"why?"

"Because I knew this family in Hamburg. I knew them before you came here, and it was me who suggested that they come to Paris..."

"So this was just a coincidence?"

"Yes···"

"You like China?" Lütjens asked doubtfully. "Last time I heard that you and Lindemann went to a Chinese restaurant. How did you fall in love with that country?"

"Captain, didn't you say last time that you didn't dislike this country either..." Bismarck raised his head and said carefully, "So I don't either..."

"Are you influenced by me?" Lütjens couldn't help laughing and patted Bismarck's head. "I like to read some humanities stuff. But this country... Although this country is indeed great in history, the current government's behavior is disappointing. They want to be strong, but the advisory group we sent over a few years ago said that we wanted to help them build their own military and industrial system, but they refused and gave up building their own system. Instead, they bought ready-made products from abroad. I can't think of why their government would have such an idea. Is it because it's convenient?"

"If nothing major happens, this country will probably be like this with such a short-sighted government!" Lütjens said lightly.

The captain spoke unhappily, but he did not notice the sadness in Bismarck's eyes.

Although the captain was talking about a bald man, I still felt a little uncomfortable.

But the captain didn't think about it carefully, and just continued to ask: "By the way, what do you like about this country? Culture or food?"

As for culture, Bismarck had no chance to come into contact with it, but as for food...well, Chinese restaurants.

"Well...actually I think Chinese food is just so delicious." Bismarck lowered his head and said "embarrassedly".

"I also think this is your reason. Their food is indeed very good." Lütjens nodded. He could not deny that compared to Western food, Eastern food always seemed more delicious.

Although the deeper reasons, even if you are my captain, you can't tell me...

Bismarck thought silently.

However... judging from her daily food intake, Bismarck actually has the potential to be a big eater.

And you can eat whatever you want, however you want, and you won’t gain weight no matter how much you eat...