Imperial Overlord

France, in the Brest Naval Port, a group of soldiers strengthened the surrounding security, the Wehrmacht soldiers on the periphery, and closer there were a group of SS guards.

A military vehicle full of reporters was parked at the gate of the port, and everyone had to undergo the strictest inspection.

"Victory! Führer!" A second lieutenant with a weapon on his back stood at the checkpoint, opened a reporter's ID, and checked it carefully.

His men were looking through the package carried by the reporter, turning on the camera to check whether there was any prohibited items hidden inside.

After all, in the port, the German head of state and a lot of important personnel are there, and a grand welcoming ceremony will be held in a while.

After pulling out the cigarette in his mouth, the person in charge of the entire checkpoint, a captain officer, began to read out the precautions for entering the port to all the reporters.

"First, it is forbidden to take pictures casually. You can only take pictures in the corresponding direction on the pier where you are allowed to take pictures!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his second finger: "Second, all photos involving the head of state must be checked before they can be published in newspapers!"

After all the trouble, all the reporters had to register and sign the traffic record, and then the car was finally proven safe, and the guards at the checkpoint began to wave to let it go.

"It's really a big scene." An infantryman looked at the car entering the port with admiration and said in admiration.

"There is nothing to envy. If you have the ability, go to the submarine force recruitment office and try it. I heard that there has never stopped recruiting people."

"Minister Goebbels wants to focus on the brave and fearless Imperial Elite Captain Prien. It happens that the head of state is here, so there is such a grand welcome ceremony." The second lieutenant was obviously well-informed and showed off to his subordinates.

"The hero Priyan is back? Oh, God! I really want to see him, I heard that he is the pride of the Imperial Navy!" The soldiers standing guard became even more excited when they heard Priyan's name.

For these most ordinary soldiers, the star officers who often appear in newspapers and posters are the highest-level idols of their era.

For example, the ace pilot Garland with a mustache and a charming smile; for example, the submarine commander Prien who sank the battleship Royal Oak.

When these reporters were all led by the SS and stood on a spacious pier, they were fortunate enough to use the extra waiting time to observe everything around them.

The place where they stand is actually inconspicuous, and it is not the largest pier in the port of Brest.

But not far from them, on the stage that had been set up, the military band had already lined up in a serious manner.

They are still tuning their own instruments and appear to be very professional. The leading military band commander seemed a little nervous, standing there straight like a poplar.

It seemed that the Führer would come out at an important moment, but by this time there were already quite a few officers standing on the pier.

Just pick up an officer standing there waiting, all with the rank of a colonel, and some senior officers from the navy even wear the epaulet of a major general.

The last time such a grand welcome ceremony was held was after Prien returned after sinking the battleship Royal Oak.

Moreover, the last welcoming ceremony was not greeted by the head of state in person, apparently not so grand in terms of specifications.

Before the Scapa Flow attack, most impressions of German submarines were still from the First World War.

At that time, the submarine technology was not mature, and the tactics were not advanced, so it did not show such a powerful force.

As a result, it was such a U-47, with the courage and skills of the entire crew, who entered Scapa Flow alone and gave the British fleet a blow.

When a submarine can sneak into a port, kill a major naval force, and sink a battleship, this weapon has panicked navies around the world.

While everyone was waiting a little nervously, an inconspicuous black spot appeared on the sea level outside the port. This little black spot is approaching the port little by little, and its smallness makes people take their breath away.

When the black dot expanded little by little, some people began to talk in a low voice, and everyone was not sure whether the little black dot whose outline could not be seen clearly was the hero they were going to meet today - U- where Prien was located. 47th.

"You said, when will the Fuhrer come out? Will he give a speech, just like he did on the radio last time..." A reporter asked his colleagues next to him with the camera in his hand.

"How do I know, maybe the head of state will not come out at all, and Minister Goebbels may preside over the welcome ceremony on his behalf." The reporter beside him stared at the sea and replied without looking back.

Over there, on the set steps, an officer hurried to the band commander and whispered something to him.

Then the conductor of the band, who had been standing at attention, signaled that all the musicians in front of him were ready, and the performance was about to start.

The SS soldiers took the time to connect the red carpet from the pier to a room in a building next door, where the door was already full of SS guards and officers.

As time went on, the little black dot got closer and closer, and everyone finally saw the outline of the little black dot.

The slender deck rises and falls in the waves, and the small tonnage of the German submarine has always given people the feeling of drifting on the water.

It sailed slowly, and the deck of the submarine was full of people, blocking half of the submarine's conning tower enclosure.

But you can still see the flag of the German Navy hanging from the mast behind the snorkel above the conning tower.

At this moment, the military flag is fluttering in the wind, as if a triumphant victory is the kind of high-spirited look.

The waves were churning, slapping against the deck of the submarine and against the torpedo tubes in front of the submarine. There are mottled marks on the body of the submarine, as if to describe its danger and bravery on the ocean.

Soon, the people standing on the pier could see clearly the huge number painted on the conning tower, the number that was destined to be firmly remembered by all war lovers around the world - "U-47".

The military band on the pier began to play the military anthem, and then, at some point in time, the SS soldiers, who had already lined up in three rows, raised their chins and began to sing the military anthem of the German submarine force.

These members of the Waffen SS in neatly dressed uniforms each wore red German flag armbands on their arms.

Their fighting spirit was high, first slowly and then enthusiastically sang the "U-boat Song" representing the submarine officers and soldiers

"There is no difference between day and night for us,

Searching to sink the enemy in the far sea!

Damp seeps into the marrow, and we hold our binoculars on guard against enemy ships.

Diesel engines churned, but the sea was rougher,

Submarines are so small, and the sea is so vast.

The battle is won or lost by each member in the leather jacket—

From captains to ordinary privates. "

Their singing is so loud, so loud that people can't help humming along.

During the military song, two SS officers opened the door of a building not far away. Li Le, wearing a trench coat lined with military uniforms, stepped onto the bright red carpet.

"Victory! Führer!" The SS soldiers and generals on both sides saluted the Führer in front of them in louder voices.

Their voices were so neat, and so were their raised arms, as if a city wall guarded the great German Führer.

Although he knew that he was a fake head of state, Li Le was still moved by this kind of pious gesture of raising his hands like a tsunami.

This is an era, an era of heroes, and a cold and **** era.

It was the era he longed for, the era he had been dreaming about countless times. Now he stands here, rewriting history with his own hands.

The chorus in the distance is still singing the bravery and fearlessness of the German submarine officers and soldiers in the deepest voice. Their singing seems to have injected the soul of victory:

"The motherland is so far away

Motherland, I greet you

For you I will drive four

Death is hidden in the torpedo tube

Rush towards the enemy, the U-boat advances. "

General Carl Dönitz, wearing a decent short navy dress, followed Li Le on the red carpet, his slender body looked very tall and straight.

Behind him were two generals of the submarine command, and then a large swarm of officers.

These people followed behind the head of state, some looking forward, some looking at the sea in the distance, watching the U-boat that was about to approach the pier.

"Crack!" Seeing that the Führer had walked out of the building, the reporters couldn't wait to pick up their cameras and pressed the shutter on the Führer.

In fact, compared to such trivial matters as the homing of the U-47 submarine, it is more news that the Führer visits Brest in person.

If the Führer were happier and made some impromptu speeches, it would be even more worthy of reporting, everyone is waiting for something like this to happen.

Behind the sound of the explosion of the spotlight, the passionate music is still playing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It seems that it will never stop.

And that song is also singing non-stop, and these performances will not stop before the submarine docks:

"It's been 2 weeks since I left the sailing

The destination is still not in sight

The boring days go by day by day

The prey still did not appear.

Suddenly there was a big alarm on the bridge,

A huge **** fleet was pressing on the waves.

The battle is won or lost by each member in the leather jacket—

From captains to ordinary privates. "

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