Chapter 429 Christmas

December 25th.

Although the Chinese Spring Festival and the Western Christmas are two festivals that originated from different cultural backgrounds, the two festivals have many similarities. Christmas is also called the Western "Spring Festival", which shows its importance in the minds of Westerners.

The German Christmas warm-up period starts from St. Martin's Day on November 11, 6 weeks before Christmas.

Saint Martin was originally a Roman soldier, and became a monk after baptism. He is said to be friendly and frugal. The most famous legend is that he once encountered a blizzard on the way and saw a dying beggar. He did not hesitate to tear his coat into two pieces to save the beggar who was about to die of hunger and cold. That night, he dreamed of Christ wearing the half coat he gave to the beggar.

In addition, it is said that in the fourth century AD, St. Martin also established the first Christian monastery in Europe. Fewer and fewer people in later generations know about this history. But the custom of the St. Martin's Day parade has been preserved to this day: children carry homemade lanterns and walk through the streets, singing songs related to St. Martin.

This Christmas is even more special for the German people. Under the wise leadership of His Highness, the German army swept away the shame of 20 years ago, conquered the arrogant Poland in less than 20 days, and then kicked over the old rival France, and won a decisive victory in Western Europe in just over three months.

Even the former world hegemon, the British Empire, trembled under the German guns, and the capital London was bombed day and night but could do nothing.

So the whole of Germany was immersed in the joy of victory on Christmas this year.

Last night, Yannick made a brief holiday congratulations on the radio, and then announced that the people of the country would be given an extra day of food shopping coupons, and all entertainment venues in the country would be open for free.

Most of the troops were on holiday, and trucks full of soldiers drove through the streets one after another, full of soldiers of the Guards or the Wehrmacht in handsome uniforms. People on the street waved and saluted these soldiers.

Of course, it is impossible for all soldiers to be given holidays, and those who did not get holidays also received corresponding subsidies.

"Next!" In a military camp, a row of tables were placed in front of the munitions warehouse, and a long line formed in front of each table.

"Report, Private Hans, Soldier No. 676874."

The quartermaster sitting behind the table checked the ID card and took out daily necessities from the boxes on his right one by one. Three packs of cigarettes, a box of chocolates, a box of chewing gum, and a "Playboy" magazine were placed on the table, and then he pointed to the box piled on the left and asked. "What kind of jerky do you want?"

Hans, who was staring at the sexy girl on the cover of "Playboy" magazine and almost drooling, glanced at the boxes labeled "lemming meat", "rabbit meat", "pigeon meat", "bamboo rat meat", "carp meat", etc., and replied. "Pigeon meat, sir."

"Playboy" magazine, Americans said that it can relieve the boredom of soldiers and boost the morale of the army to a certain extent, which seems to make sense. Once this magazine was released, it became one of the popular items in the army. Some stubborn old fogeys might think that these coquettish cover girls are immoral, but this magazine was personally selected by His Highness, who dares to ban it?

In the distance, officers have their own daily consumables collection tents, where some lieutenants and non-commissioned officers collect their things.

The non-commissioned officers have six packs of cigarettes, and the lieutenants have so many cigarettes that they can distribute them to their subordinates to win people's hearts. Everyone was talking and laughing, and the whole barracks was immersed in a joyful atmosphere.

Hans, who was holding a bunch of things in his arms and happily returning to the dormitory, met Jack, his roommate, halfway.

"Hey, Jack!"

"Hey, Hans! Have you heard? There will be a girl group coming to perform in the afternoon."

Hans' eyes lit up. "What good news, I wonder if there is a girl group like the one that came last time."

Each European country has a tradition of military bands, because the earliest appearance of military music and military songs was of practical significance to combat. In the era of volley guns, they could be used to grasp the rhythm of the team's advance, and later in the scattered line, they were used to boost morale.

However, the first time Yannick imitated the military consolation performance of the beautiful girl groups in Japan and South Korea in the future, the whole army was stunned. It can be done this way.

Jack chuckled. "Why, do you like me? I don't look down on a soldier like you. You have to get the Iron Cross at least before I will look at you straight in the eye."

Hans said unconvinced. "Tsk, wait. Sooner or later I will get the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves."

In addition to the German mainland, a lot of supplies were distributed to the people in the other occupied areas.

And Yannick disguised himself and left the palace, accompanied by Reinhard to an ordinary residential area.

The car stopped in front of an ordinary small bungalow, and Reinhard said respectfully. "Your Highness, this is it."

Yannick looked at the surrounding environment and asked casually. "How is the security work?"

"Please rest assured, Your Highness, there are three groups of agents arranged around, and her school has also arranged personnel."

"Very good." Yannick nodded with satisfaction, got out of the car and walked to the door and rang the doorbell.

Soon, footsteps were heard from inside.

It was little Hepburn who opened the door. Seeing Yannick standing at the door, she was slightly stunned, and then said in surprise. "Big brother!"

Yannick touched her head lovingly. "How are you doing? Are you used to it?"

"Yes! Big brother, come in quickly."

Yannick was pulled into the house by her; the house was not big, only a bed, a cabinet, a table and a chair. The firewood was burning vigorously in the fireplace in the corner next to it, and the smell of rosin filled the room.

"Brother, drink tea." Little Hepburn poured him a cup of tea very sensibly.

"Thank you." Yannick took the tea cup and took a sip, secretly thinking that the taste was much worse than the tea in the palace. Putting the tea cup on the table, he took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from the bag and handed it to little Hepburn. "Merry Christmas."

Little Hepburn hesitated for a while, then carefully removed the gift box and said softly. "Thank you, big brother."

Yannick smiled. "Take it apart and take a look."

Little Hepburn carefully opened the gift box. When he saw what was inside, he covered his mouth with his small hands in surprise and let out an exclamation. "Wow!"

"Do you like it?" Inside is a beautiful set of Barbie dolls.

"I like it!" Little Hepburn nodded vigorously, hurriedly picked up the doll, held it in her arms and couldn't put it down. "Thank you, big brother!" As soon as he said thank you, little Hepburn's little face showed a little doubt. "Brother, why are you still wearing a fake beard? And you didn't even tell me your name."

"Well." Yannick touched the fake beard and shrugged. "Because my brother is a big shot and I don't want to be recognized. As for the name, I will tell you later."