Superman

The whole person seems to be soaked in a warm pool, making people drowsy.

"I'm talking downstairs, can you hear me too?"

Carter put away one of the telegrams, because the content was completely guessed by Luke.

The Allies finally couldn't hold it anymore, and decided to send their own superman to give those Germans a good look!

No one expected that the Third Reich would take the initiative to launch an offensive, and it wasn't long before the truce.

The speed at which General Sheng rectified the chaos and stabilized the situation was somewhat beyond the expectations of the high-level Allied forces.

"Is there another copy?"

The female agent put her hands behind her back, as if to prevent Luke from peeping.

"President's compliment. After all, the only recent victory of the Allied Forces was when I dealt with the tank-level soldiers in Berlin. If I hadn't stayed in London, Mr. President would have been impatient to give me the rank of major general."

Luke closed his eyes and said.

The Allies desperately need a victory to cheer people up, and they need a strong fighter to stop the advance of the Third Reich.

As for the right candidate, there is no doubt that it is a young brigadier general who is basking in the sun.

Therefore, the White House felt that it was necessary to seriously win over, so as not to be taken advantage of by the British.

"You guessed it right!"

Carter reacted in surprise.

On the second telegram, it was from the White House.

"I still have a lot of strengths that you don't know about, Peggy."

Luke finished today's sunbathing leisure activities, stood up, and said: "It's time to see Steve, I hope he can adapt to the modified body and be able to go to the battlefield with me."

After these days of active training, "tank class" soldiers have reached the standard of combat.

As for the "Battleship-class" Rogers, he is still being tested, and it is temporarily uncertain that he will be able to participate in the battle.

"Ms. Stephanie said that Rogers adapted quickly."

Carter blinked, paused and asked, "I just chatted with Colonel Phillips for a while, and he was a little worried about you."

"The Allied Forces now have a new superman, and your status may drop, and you will no longer be valued as much as before."

Luke's eyes flickered for a moment, showing no obvious emotion.

Regardless of the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, the president of the White House treats himself very well.

This is just a special situation during the war. When the curtain falls and the smoke clears, the name of a war hero will be worthless.

However, Luke was already prepared.

The few military leaders he met through Colonel Phillips will not have low achievements in the future.

Coupled with the sufficient ability I have shown, it should not be a big problem to get rid of the brigadier general with a false name and get an official position with real power.

Luke has already thought about it, and after the war is over, he will reorganize the Strategic Science Corps and bring it under his hands.

This is the predecessor of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the future development space is limitless.

As for the "Superman" made by taking drugs and working hard?

Luke never took it to heart. The low success rate of [-] in [-], coupled with the cost of cultivation and the side effects of shortening the life cycle, made it difficult for them to enter the world stage.

What the military cares about is always weapons that can be mass-produced.

And "Worden's Blood" is just like Tony Stark's steel armor. It looks greedy, but it is completely unrealistic to promote it.

"No one can threaten my position, Paige."

Luke smiled confidently.

He will let the Allies see clearly that there is still a huge and irreparable gap between Superman and Superman.

"Okay. That's really your style, Luke."

Carter shrugged, and, to quote a phrase circulating within the Strategic Science Corps, "You can always trust Commodore Carville."

In the eyes of many people, Luke is simply a legend who constantly creates miracles and surprises people.

No matter how unbelievable something is, it can always make people feel normal when it comes out of his mouth.

So much so that the members of the Strategic Science Corps have become accustomed to Luke's usual mantra, "Basic operations, don't be surprised", and use it as a classic line, which is often quoted.

Now as long as something slightly unexpected happens, everyone can calmly say that it is just basic practice.

On the outskirts of London, an army camp.

boom!

There was a huge bang!

The blazing energy formed circles of halos, released like ball lightning!

A Churchill infantry tank seemed to have been hit by several landmines. Its solid and thick steel body was suddenly overturned to the ground.

Flames soared into the sky, followed by a violent explosion.

When the strong air wave dissipated, only a pile of burning wreckage remained.

"This is the strength of the super soldier after strengthening again?"

Luke, who was standing not far away, smiled at the corner of his mouth. He saw Captain America throwing out his shield vigorously, tearing the air with a sharp roar.

The shell fired by another tank was directly knocked out.

Then, Rogers strode wildly, jumping to catch the falling vibrating shield.

With force from both hands, the barrel of the tank was broken abruptly!

"That's right, this is a battleship-class soldier."

With her arms crossed, Stephanie looked at Captain America with satisfied eyes, and said softly: "I have focused on strengthening Captain Rogers' physical fitness and weakening the energy attack, which can improve his survival rate on the battlefield. Even if the gun hits head-on, there is still a chance of survival.”

"The same is true for those tank-level soldiers?"

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched, which was exactly the rhythm of cultivating Captain America as a meat shield.

Taking the most vicious beating and stacking the thickest armor sounds quite suitable for Rogers.

After all, he survived so many beatings since he was a child, and he survived tenaciously.

"Yes, I made them tanks worthy of the name."

Stephanie pushed her glasses, the Allies didn't have as many supermen as Berlin.

So I can only take the defensive route and try to last as long as possible for a while.

"Nice idea."

Luke nodded and walked towards Rogers who overturned two tanks in a row.

"How does it feel to be Superman?"

he asked with a smile.

"I've never felt better!"

Rogers said excitedly.

He felt a steady stream of power in his body, like a flood that broke a bank and rushed wantonly.

"Hmm, your pectoralis major is indeed stronger than before."

Luke couldn't help but glanced at it, it wasn't that he had some indescribable thoughts about Captain America.

It is really those two pectoralis major muscles, which are too exaggerated and eye-catching.

"You just noticed this?"

Rogers was a little disappointed.

He just overturned two tanks!

"Otherwise? Punching tanks, kicking trucks, have I done it a long time ago? This is nothing new!"

Luke said seriously.

He patted Captain America on the shoulder, saying that you still have a long way to go, little brother.

The current enemy is only the super soldiers of the Third Reich.

The crisis to be dealt with in the future may be alien races, dimension demon gods, and cosmic overlords.

Those troubles cannot be solved with a vibrating gold shield!

"Steve, get ready to fight."

Luke looked at the flames of the tank wreckage and said softly, "We're going to Paris."

Chapter 68? A monster from Berlin lands in Paris

Paris, Place Etoile.

The battle group with Sieglinde as the core occupied this sparsely populated empty city without any effort.

None of them had encountered any decent resistance since penetrating the Allied lines.

Ordinary troops, or sporadic resistance forces, are as vulnerable as unarmed children in front of Sieglinde.

The Allied bazooka, as well as tank group bombardment tactics, did not play an overly obvious role.

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

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

The cold and solemn voice echoed in the empty star-shaped square, spreading far away.

Standing at the top of the Arc de Triomphe, Sieglinde looked at the silent city, frowning, seemingly puzzled.

As early as 1940, the Third Reich launched a blitz invasion of several low countries in Western Europe.

Amidst the roar of tanks and cannons, Belgium, the Netherlands, and Luxembourg surrendered one after another and became occupied areas.

As the former European hegemon, France completely gave up resistance after the German army bypassed the Maginot Line and began to attack southward.

Thus, Paris became an "undefended city".

Like a poor girl with no clothes on, she was driven straight in by a big German man and ravaged wantonly.

However, the French government, which had a strong force in the organization and carried out the final resistance, made a decision at an alarming speed in advance and went into exile in Tours.

Seeing the politicians sitting on the stage run away, the remaining 200 million Paris residents also fled.

Afterwards, the French government claimed

If he continues to resist, it will only cause unnecessary sacrifices of soldiers and civilians, and Paris, which has a long and bright tradition, will be razed to the ground and reduced to ruins.

In order to preserve the light of light in Paris and the lives and property of the French people, they simply surrendered.

I have to say that this group of people are really logical geniuses, and the Allies have found a treasure.

Therefore, when the German torrent of steel passed through the Place de la Concorde, it encountered no decent resistance at all.

Paris, known as the "City of Romance", was thus under the shadow of the Third Reich.

You know, France at that time was known as the country with the strongest army.

There are tens of thousands of large-caliber artillery, more than 200 million infantry, and more than 3000 tanks.

As a result, no one expected that the French surrendered in just forty days.

People in Poland persisted for 36 days, Greece successfully resisted for 56 days, and Norway lasted for almost two months.

In contrast, France, as the overlord of the European continent, really looked so hip that it later became a famous stalk.

Since then, all kinds of "law insulting jokes" have emerged one after another, gradually forming a trend.

For example, "No one can occupy Paris before France surrenders", "The French military salute is to raise your hands above your head", "Only short men and women can save France" and so on.

"I really don't understand why the general wants me to occupy an uninhabited city. Paris has already fallen. Even if it was taken back by the Allies, it is not of much value."

Under the cloudy night sky, Sieglinde crossed his arms and said doubtfully.

She was one of the "Battleships" produced by Berlin, and she had long blond hair, considered to be of noble Aryan blood, in long braids that fell down her shoulders.