Chapter 1472： The privilege of honoring the Aryans

The uniforms of the empire are the most beautiful, and the soldiers of the empire are the most handsome. When the handsome face has withstood the test of war and has the demeanor of a mature man, it becomes even more energetic, and is simply the dream lover of all women.

Yes, this is what the empire's army looks like. Now in the entire European continent, which woman does not have a soft spot for the warriors of the empire and has a heart?

In Kiev, the final rehearsal is going on, and the expressions on every soldier's face are extremely serious.

"Attention, the rows must be aligned. Three tanks in a row will be stable for me!"

Kleist took the horn and shouted loudly, watching the tiger tanks passing by the central street in Kiev. As the main force of the 1st Panzer Army, his troops were the main body of the inspection, and they also Must come up with their strong skills.

Today is May 30th, and tomorrow is the time to accept the review of the great heads of state. They must do all this!

Above the head, there was the roar of the aircraft. Not only the ground troops were inspected, but the air force was also inspected. The huge Junker-290 bombers lined up in a row and flew in the sky. When it flew to the rostrum, When it was directly above, colorful smoke was pulled out from the back of the plane, which looked quite beautiful.

Especially, when the fighters from behind came up and rolled in the sky, the words "Long live Germany" appeared in the sky, which was even more amazing.

This magnificent performance was mainly for the head of Cyrenk. The entire city was emptied. There were no ordinary citizens as the audience. However, in order to show the spirit of Germany, there are still necessary reporters. At the same time, there will be Europe. Military attaches from other countries, come to Kiev to visit this military parade. Naturally, the connotation is very rich.

These people all entered the venue a day earlier, so today is a heavy test for the security work of Kiev as a whole.

"What? Take off your clothes? What is the reason? This is simply an insult to our journalist career!" At this time, a reporter who drove to a checkpoint outside Kiev was suddenly dissatisfied. There are dark clouds on his face.

"If you don't want to be checked, you can leave." A Gestapo in charge here said: "Please!"

If you want to go in, you must be checked. If you don’t want to, then please leave. Germany is already very humane.

Faced with this situation, the reporter could only succumb: "Okay, then I take off my clothes, do you all want to watch it?"

"Yes."

In full view, the reporter was so angry that he quickly stripped his head off. Unexpectedly, an interview would have to pay such a high price.

"Why don't I just go in like this? This is the safest way." The reporter continued to say irony, isn't he afraid of hiding weapons? Then just went in naked, and a group of reporters took pictures with their cameras. It was a beautiful scenery.

"Of course not." The person guarding here said: "Please change into the clothes we prepared for you."

So, the reporter looked at his clothes, they were crumpled and stuffed into a bag on the side, with his name label affixed on it, and a clean suit appeared in front of him.

The German is really the most cautious, afraid that there is something weird in his clothes, there is something poisonous in the buttons, and he changed his clothes directly!

So, he could only slowly put on his clothes, even the clothes were changed, then the car he drove when he came, I am afraid it will not work.

"After you change your clothes, take the meal coupons and accommodation coupons here, and get on the bus next to you and wait." Gestapo continued: "In the past few days in Kiev, you all have free board and lodging."

Sure enough, nothing can be brought in!

"Wait, my camera!" He shouted loudly: "You can't move my camera. For reporters, the camera is my life!"

This is an old-fashioned Leica camera, made in Germany. He held the camera tightly in his hand: "This camera has accompanied me for many years. I can't leave it, absolutely can't!"

He already had a hunch that the Germans would not let him bring this camera in. Therefore, he was quite excited at this time: "Please, don't grab my camera!"

"I'm sorry, do I need to take off my clothes?" At this moment, a voice came from outside. A tall man, with his lover, appeared in the sight of everyone. He looked familiar.

The visitor was very serious: "The strip check is to prevent someone from assassinating Führer Cyric. I and Erin are in favor of raising both hands." After speaking, he looked at his wife next to him.

Irene also looked at her lover with obsessive eyes. In the past few years, they have been cuddling and accompanying each other, day after day.

The officer took the other party’s ID, and after seeing the name on the ID, he carefully checked the authenticity, and then said, “No, for you and your wife, we are exempt from inspection. You can pass or drive you. Cars, all the way to the city."

"Why!" Here, the reporter who held his camera without letting go, and was about to be pulled out by the German submachine gun and put it on his head, shouted loudly: "This is not fair!"

I was stripped naked, and I was not allowed to bring my camera. I just squatted here for a long time to see if there was any illegal stuff in my intestines, but what about people? People are exempt from inspection, how can this make him mentally balanced!

Not only him, but those outside, who are already waiting on the bus, and other reporters who have also experienced the scene just now, are naturally itchy.

People are more angry than people.

"Because he and his wife are both honorary Aryans." The little Gestapo boss said with respect: "They have contributed to the empire, and of course they have the right to be exempt from inspection. Mr. George Orwell , You can go with your wife."

George Orwell? Is that the famous fairy tale writer? At this time, the reporter reacted: "Mr. Orwell, I am the Times reporter James. Your animal farm is my favorite. I have purchased the version in six languages. I am your fan. You can help Help me!"

James shouted loudly, this was his last chance.

At this moment, the camera in James' hand was finally snatched out, and James' eyes were in tears.

"James, the imperial order cannot be violated, so let me have a camera here that has been with me for many years, so I will give it to you!" George Orwell took out a Leica that was almost the same from his car. The camera came, and then asked the Gestapo on the side: "Is this against the regulations?"

"No violation, you can give him your camera, James, you are lucky."