I Became Stalin?! Chapter 211:

Chapter 211

Those stupid

The British Pri Minister, Anthony Eden, trembled with rage as he received the report.

Those stupid frogs! He cursed inwardly as he flipped through the pages.

The French bastards had always boasted about their great France, but they were far from it.

Unlike Britain, which had managed to escape and salvage its colonies, France had lost all of its colonies to the Vichy regi.

Therefore, those who had been fighting against the Vichy and the Nazis in France had to rely entirely on foreign aid or the ager funds collected by their mbers.

The British exile governnt had supported the Free French who had followed them, and hoped that they would have so influence after the fall of the Nazis.

But those stupid beggars had made the worst choice of joining hands with the Vichy scum.

Were dood Were dood Damn it!

The coup had failed miserably. The coup forces had entered Paris, but they had failed to capture the main targets, and they had not even stopped the communist pri minister from escaping and rallying the resistance.

In the end, the Soviet troops, who seed to have been prepared for this, swiftly intervened and crushed the main force of the coup, ending it in vain.

Now it was ti for Britain, who had instigated this, to pay the price.

Did did any of our agents get caught? If they trace it back to us

Im sorry, Pri Minister

Bang!

Eden threw the report, which hit the face of the intelligence chief and then the vase behind him.

The vase fell to the floor and shattered, but the intelligence chief bowed his head and said nothing.

Do you know what youve done? You could have started a third world war! Damn it Damn it! How am I supposed to London could beco another Berlin!!

Im sorry.

The current situation in Europe was the worst that Britain could have hoped for.

Britain had traditionally maintained its from the continental wars, and had been wary of any power that erged on the continent.

When Napoleon had conquered most of Western Europe and marched eastward to subdue Russia, Britain had sent Wellington and Nelson to turn him back.

When Kaiser Wilhelm II had tried to expand his Germany ruling the world, Britain had allied with France and trampled Germany.

But the madman Hitler had crushed all the major countries in Europe with his insane genius, and had ultimately been defeated by Stalin, an even more powerful devil, leaving Europe in the red grip of the Soviet Union.

Britain, which had no friends on the continent, was dood to decline. Only second-rate countries like Spain, or third-rate countries like Portugal or the mutilated South Italy, were barely holding on.

And the undisputed superpower, the United States, instead of trying to contain the second-ranked Soviet Union, had tead up with them and relegated Britain to the back seat of an old man.

What is that red-headed Wallace thinking?

It might have been a sound strategy, in a way.

If the second-ranked power could not surpass the first-ranked one by itself, the first-ranked one might as well join hands with the second-ranked one. Especially if the second-ranked and the third-ranked ones were mortal enemies.

Then, while the second-ranked and the third-ranked ones were growling at each other, the first-ranked one could play the role of a diator and enjoy the Pax Aricana forever.

Assuming that the damned Stalin and his followers were satisfied with the second-ranked position.

Anyway, the national long-term plan was aningless now.

In a situation where the furious Soviet Red Army could cross the English Channel with the French Army at any mont!

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The coup had ended in vain. As soon as the Soviet intervention was announced, half of the coup forces surrendered to the governnt forces.

Most of the units that had been watching the situation rushed to Paris to join the suppression forces, showing how loyal they were.

We, we had to weed out the impure reactionary elents in our unit, so we couldnt mobilize in ti!

Yes, yes. We were full of loyalty to the governnt, but the circumstances were not favorable

By the ti the Soviet troops arrived in Paris, almost all the military units in northern France had joined the suppression forces with their available troops.

And they, who had hesitated to shed the blood of the French people, were furious that the lowly foreign legionnaires had dared to set fire to Paris.

K**l them! K**l them all!

Fire!

Bang! Bang! Tear gas grenades fell beyond the foreign legions defensive line. The civilians had already evacuated from the city.

The commanders, who did not want to destroy the city of light with shelling and bombing, used tear gas generously.

After a lethal dose of gas was sprayed, the tanks broke through the defensive line.

The soldiers who had been rolling on the ground were literally crushed along with the line.

So resisted by firing machine guns or throwing grenades, but the steel beasts just shrugged them off and advanced.

The Char B1 tanks, modified into flathrowers, spewed flas from their hulls and wiped out every hidden soldier.

The foreign legionnaires, who were not French and did not understand the situation, had fought only by following the orders of their officers.

Damn bastards, you have no loyalty at all, youre worse than dogs!

???

A French soldier, burning with revenge, pointed his gun at the chest of a foreign legionnaire who was lying on the ground, crying and sniffling.

The foreign legionnaire looked up blankly, not understanding what he was saying. The bullet tore through his chest and lungs, and he could never ask again.

And so, the last stronghold of the coup forces fell, and the battle was over.

So of the generals who had participated in the coup begged for their lives and surrendered.

Others chose to k**l themselves rather than live in sha.

Those easy choices were not applicable to the soldiers.

Wow! K**l the traitors!

K**l them! K**l them!

The angry people threw stones and jeered at the foreign legionnaires who were dragged as prisoners. The foreign legionnaires of various appearances silently endured the ridicule with their bodies.

The French soldiers, who had mostly followed the orders of their superiors, who had not grasped the situation, and who had eventually surrendered bloodlessly, received a pardon.

But the foreign legionnaires were not given such an opportunity.

The French needed a scapegoat.

They wanted to see the blood of those who had disturbed their peaceful and great country.

Of course, so of the generals would be executed, but that was not enough. So the regi decided to sacrifice the weakest ones.

Good grief

Nikolai, who had entered Paris first as the vanguard of the Soviet rescue force after making six units surrender, marched through the city that was still recovering from the battle and received the cheers of the citizens.

A French lady, who was a little less pretty than Katya but still a stunning beauty, gave him a flower necklace and a bouquet.

Ah rci?

Hahaha! Youre welco!

He couldnt follow the locals rapid-fire speech with his rudintary French. Nikolai followed the French soldiers, who were well-dressed but couldnt fight, in a daze.

Here we are.

Yes? Yes, yes

The battle had ended in just five days and eight hours, not even six days. But it had left a lot of uneasiness, and Nikolai felt uneasy.

An interpreter who spoke Russian changed his clothes and dragged him sowhere.

Why are we here?

Yes? Didnt you get the ssage?

Yes?

The interpreter frowned and then spoke again in a strange accent and a fast tone.

Sir, you are the representative of the Soviet intervention force and you will receive a dal with Comrade Commander. The Secretary of the Republic no, the Pri Minister himself will give you the dal, so please show the dignity that befits a representative.

Yes???

Another dal?

He felt the weight of the Hero of the People dal he had received from Comrade Stalin last ti.

The interpreter, who was adjusting his clothes and rearranging his dals to make room for a new one, noticed the Hero of the People dal and his eyes sparkled.

How could this clueless bumpkin of a captain be a Hero of the People? He seed to say with his eyes. Nikolai felt his face turn red.

He wasnt even a captain, really. He should have been a sergeant at best. He had been promoted to a company commander after getting several special promotions.

Hmm

As he followed the interpreter through a small corridor, he saw a huge hall where a ceremony seed to be taking place. The interpreter who had guided him to his seat disappeared with a quick step.

Hey? Are you here? Sit down.

Yes? Yes!!!

He saw soone wearing a Soviet uniform near his seat. As he approached to sit down, he saw the old man next to him gesture and stopped when he saw his rank.

A star?

He was young, but his chest was full of dals and his shoulder had a star. He looked familiar.

Our commander?

He didnt know why they had placed a captain like him next to the commander, but he soon found out.

Hahaha, why are you so nervous? Im just giving you another dal.

Yes, sir!

Hahaha, young man Why are you so tense? Youve received a lot of dals, havent you? You know theyre nothing special, dont you?

The commander joked with a gentle expression and then noticed the Hero of the People dal on Nikolais chest.

By the way, I dont have that Hero of the People dal. Where did you get it?

Yes! Well I did a small deed during the Berlin occupation.

Oh!

Commander Chernyakhovsky laughed and patted Nikolais back.

I see, Ive t a famous person!

During the ceremony, Commander Chernyakhovsky kept talking to Nikolai. Where are you from, are you married, how old are you

As his mind was exhausted from the constant questions and tension, the commander casually said.

So, are you thinking of settling down? With your age and achievents, you could rise fast Maybe not as fast as because of the marshal. Hahaha!!

Sir I was planning to go back ho.

The commander seed shocked by Nikolais honest answer. Why? Why would you give up your expected promotion? He seed to say with his expression.

I dont think this position suits my abilities. These dals I was just lucky, I dont think Im good at this.

Young man, youre humble too! Hahaha. Okay, okay. Hmm

Chernyakhovsky chuckled and stroked his chin. Then he started to think for a mont.

Then go ho and see. Ill give you a special leave at my discretion. Go and think about it, and if you really dont want to stay, submit your discharge papers. And theres sothing special prepared for officers like you, so if you co back from your leave and stay in the army Youll have fun!

As soon as the commander finished speaking, a voice called him from the stage.

The commander walked away with a laugh until the end.