The nights in Normandy in spring are cool with autumn. The coldness of winter has been dispersed, followed by the comfortable spring wind. The warm current from the Atlantic Ocean covers this coastal area. The climate here is particularly pleasant, and it is very suitable for young couples to visit and have sex, and a place for lovers to elope.

On this spring night, the 82nd and 101st Airborne Divisions of the Allied Army landed in Normandy and landed in the depth of the German defense. Although these troops did not reach the designated locations as planned and then attacked important targets, his strategic success was unimaginable.

After the Allied paratroopers landed, they quickly gathered together, like a sharp knife, nailed the German heart force. If they were not eliminated, the German Normandy defense system would face collapse.

"Captain Crat, we are here," After a long-distance raid, Captain Crat led nearly a battalion of soldiers to the assembly site. At this time, next to the nameless woods on the map, allied paratroopers were already gathered. They were crowded together in a mess, seemingly messy, but in fact they had formed a defensive team. However, the Americans' casual personality made them unable to be as organized as the Germans.

After Krat's troops arrived, the number of Allied paratroopers in this area reached more than 10,000. This was a miracle in the history of war. A dispersed paratrooper unit gathered together calmly without being blocked by any enemy. This was already a great victory for the Allied forces and a major mistake for the German army.

"Captain Crater, welcome your arrival." Colonel Taylor, the battlefield commander of the 101st Division of the United States, learned that an ordinary captain led nearly a battalion of soldiers to come here, and excitedly stepped forward to greet him. At present, the troops were gathering more and more, and the Germans did not take any action. Colonel Taylor felt like he was about to win.

Seeing his immediate boss coming to greet him, Captain Cratt immediately raised his chest and saluted, "Col. Taylor, Captain Cratt, commander of the A Company of the 3rd Battalion, pay tribute to you! The commander of our 3rd Battalion has disappeared. Who should I follow the command?"

"You can command it! I can't contact him, the battalion commander of the 3rd Battalion. From now on, the 3rd Battalion will be under your command until the end of the battle. Do it well! Young man." Taylor patted Crat's broad shoulders and proposed a new appointment in an encouraging tone.

"Yes! Taylor,,,,."

"Ah," Suddenly, a stinging sound of death echoed in the uneasy night sky, interrupting Captain Crat's answer. The sound was very close, as if it was near this place.

"Enemy attack,,,," In an instant, the gathered US troops were in chaos, with the boiling millet porridge constantly cunning. The joy that had just hung on his face disappeared, replaced by the fear of fighting and the fear of death.

"Don't be anxious, be prepared for battle, be prepared for battle, observe the enemy's situation, don't panic." Captain Taylor calmed down first, saw the noisy scene in front of him, and immediately tried to keep the soldiers calm. In the darkness, he didn't know where the screams came from, nor where the enemy was. Colonel Taylor could only keep the soldiers calm and maintain the battle formation.

"Ah, in the woods," another shout, but before the voice was finished, it was announced to be interrupted. The cryer warned his comrades at the cost of his life.

"Everyone is ready to defend against the woods. The enemy is in the woods. Everyone is defending against the woods." After Colonel Taylor determined the enemy's position, he screamed from his chest, "Don't panic, everyone, there are definitely not many enemies. We can win, we can win."

The chaotic US soldiers finally settled down. They raised their guns and pointed them at the dark woods. The gunshots also rang out sparsely, playing a serenade for the night sky. The US soldiers who were about to hide in the woods just now rolled and crawled out.

The American paratroopers are worthy of being the most elite unit of the Allied forces. They quickly formed a combat team and pressed against the dark and dull forests.

There was no movement or noise in the woods, only a clear sound when the whirlwind blew through the woods. The American paratroopers poured out turbid air, breathed in clear air, stepped on the lush green grass, and slowly advanced towards the woods. They did not know the specific direction of the enemy, nor the specific number of the enemy, but they still advanced bravely.

"Swish," Just as the US soldiers approached the woods, the storm suddenly changed. In the woods, arrows burst out from the sky, metal arrows pulled the air and all sank into the US soldiers. A fine blood splashed, and the strong smell of blood quickly spread in the air. The US soldiers walking in the front lost their lives in the first round of baptism of arrow rain. The English longbow, which had been eliminated by the war, sounded the horn of the German battle in the just-beginning Battle of Normandy.

"Hu, Hu, Hu," the rain of arrows continued, and countless spears flew out of the woods. The silver spears were like pitch-black lightning in the darkness. After they were combined, they formed a holy light curtain covering the sky. With the call of death, the meteor-like cone head flew into the dense crowd.

"Ah," a spear accurately pierced the chest of an American paratrooper. With the impact of the falling, the sharply polished cone cut open the entire chest. The internal organs exploded like bullets. The soldier wanted to call for help, but he only felt a bloody smell in his throat. Then his eyes turned black and fell on the already red grass. The blue diamond eyes had not been matched for a long time.

After a rain of arrows, the grass in front of the woods was filled with corpses of American soldiers, and arrows and spears were inserted into the ground. The wails of the seriously injured, the pungent smell of blood, and the tragic situation of the dead deeply shocked the survivors. In the meantime, the comrades who were just chatting and laughing together became cold corpses. There was no breath, no smile, and only nostalgia for life.

"Kill," the roar of tens of thousands of people rang out, awakening the still dull US paratroopers. Thousands of black shadows jumped out of the woods in the dark. The woods jumped out of all directions, surrounding the American paratroopers who had just experienced the disaster.

What appeared in front of Americans was the German native African master. The black skin was like the dried fingers of the god of death, and the dog helmet worn on his head was as real as a hungry dog ​​guarding the gate of hell. The scimitar in his hand was sharp and shiny, and the arc at the blade reflected the brightness of the diamond crystal in the dark.

"Oh God! They are the Germans' African indigenous teachers. These bloody devils, these pagans who kill without blinking, let God punish them!" A US soldier sent out the most vicious curse. The African indigenous teachers who were originally disdained by them gave Americans a heavy blow as soon as they appeared. This made many American soldiers feel confused and helpless. They could only use curses to give themselves courage.

"Let's fire, open fire, why are you still standing there? Wait for the Africans to invite you to eat human flesh and cook? Beat me hard." The only Colonel Taylor who was still calm was yelling and commanding the still dull soldiers.

At this time, the paratroopers woke up from the hellish nightmare and raised their weapons one after another. The muzzle pointed at the African natives who were rushing up. "Da, da, da, da, da," "Bang, bang," the machine gun, the rifle roared, and the paratroopers raised their guns to fire. The bullets formed a waltz of death, summoning the enemy's life.

The man fell down, blood sprinkled, and rushed out of the African natives in the front, like a sickle sweeping over the wheat pole, falling down in unison. A heavy pounce sound rang out, the roar of the shotgun echoed in the darkness. Death was as normal as breathing. The African natives who had just rushed out of the woods were shot dead in a large area. They lay with the American soldiers on the grass. Before death, they were enemies of life and death. After death, they became partners.

"Ah," an African native was so arrogant and fortunate that he could dodge all the flying bullets and rushed into the U.S. military crowd. He howled like a beast, and the scimitar in his hand turned into a whistling of death. The blade slashed over, and the sound of "Gala" rubbing against the metal sounded.

The long wound broke through the chest, and the blood, with a fishy and spicy smell, and the smell of hydrochloric acid, sprayed the sky. The bright silver knife surface turned into a burning red body. The scimitar was pulled out and the knife was slashed at another US soldier. The blade, carrying the steaming blood, broke through the wind, and another person fell to the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang," the gunshot rang out. The native had no chance to cut out the third knife again, and a burnt single void appeared on his forehead. Without screaming, he fell straight to the ground.

"Kill," more African natives crossed the line of death and rushed into the crowd without fear of life and death. The scimitar turned into a life-locking ghost, and people who did not stop were waving in the crowd, and soldiers on both sides quickly killed each other.

After suffering major casualties, tens of thousands of African indigenous soldiers and tens of thousands of American paratroopers began to fight against each other in this narrow area. The outdated scimitars and the world's most advanced guns, two weapons of the two eras, crossed the obstacles of time, crossed the trenches of the times, and rushed together in a crazy way, trying to decide the outcome.

At 3:15 on February 28, 1944, the most elite paratroopers of the Allied forces encountered the German Aboriginal Division next to a wood in the Normandy area. The dramatically opened the Battle of Normandy.

Both sides invested enough soldiers to fight wildly in this small area.

The woods were surrounded by thick smoke, and the air was filled with the smell of thick smoke and burnt blood. The roars of American soldiers, the roars of non-natives, the roars of guns, the roars of grenades, and the sound of brokenness when the blades collided with bones, mixed together. The symphony of life and death was chanted.

Whether it is the native Africans or American paratroopers, they bit their opponents like wild animals. When the bullets are exhausted, the Americans will pick up the scimitars falling from the ground and chop them against the native Africans. The scimitar is rolled up and cannot be used, so the native Africans will pick up the rifle and swing it as a mace. Many hysterical American soldiers, under heavy pressure, pulled the grenades, and all of them will be killed, regardless of the enemy or the enemy. Any human nature and reason have disappeared, iron and blood, plus a little luck, represent everything here.

The Battle of Normandy also began in an unimaginable tragic tragedy. This was just a few hours after the entire Battle of Normandy began.

"Marrior Gessun, it's bad! It's bad! A large number of US airborne troops were found in the rear, and the Allies began to land and began to land." The commander of Omaha Beach, Lieutenant Colonel Mattga, shouted, rushed into the beach's lookout room. At this time, Marshal Gessun and Constantine were using a telescope to observe the situation on the beach.

"Marson Gerthy Yun, it's bad, no, a large number of Allied airborne troops were found behind the beach, and the Allied forces began to land." Lieutenant Colonel Matega walked to Jinda and repeated the words.

When Kimda heard this, he felt cold all over, "What did you say, the Allied paratroopers have landed. My God! How could I forget the Allied paratroopers?" Kimdada wanted to slap himself. As a future man, he actually forgot the role of paratroopers and forgot that the Allied might use paratroopers. This is bad. In the deep deployment, there is no strategy to deal with paratroopers, and now it's over.

Mattga continued, "Martyr Gesyun, the Allied paratroopers landed around 2 o'clock. However, I also received a report that the African indigenous division was rushing to the site of the accident, and they seemed to be going to block the Allied paratroopers."

"African Indigenous Division? Are they dispatched?" Jintian ran to the wall with the combat map hanging and asked calmly, "Lt. Col. Matega, where is the enemy at present?"

Mattga pointed to the map and said, "Martyr Gersyun, currently some of the Allied paratroopers are gathered next to the woods very close to the African Indigenous Division, and some appear near Caen on the Orn River. What should we do? The troops are waiting for your order."

Kimda thought for a moment and said, "Issue an order immediately to let the gangster armored division hidden by the Orn River attack immediately and eliminate the Allied paratroopers as fast as possible." As he said that, Kimda turned around and ordered Constantine on the side, "Constantine, you go and command the gangster armored division immediately. To eliminate the Allied paratroopers as fast as possible, I don't want to have trouble in my rear at this time."

"Yes! Marshal Gesyun, but," Constantine asked again, "Why don't we send troops to support the African Indigenous Division? Also, is it appropriate to dispatch the reserve gangster armored division now? Is it a bit early to reveal the trump card now?"

Jinda shook his head and replied, "There is no other way. Now it's not a question of trump card. Only by using the armored division can you quickly eliminate the enemy's paratroopers. I don't want a fire in the backyard. As for the African indigenous divisions, I believe them, and we can only trust them now, so you don't have to worry."

"Yes! Marshal Gesyun" Constantine trotted out the door.

Jinda ordered to Mattga again, "Lieutenant Colonel Mattga, you immediately issue the latest order in my name to prepare for the battle, and the prey has finally arrived. Let me tell all the soldiers that my command is on Omaha Beach and I want to supervise the battle myself."

"Yes! Marshal Gesiyun." Mattga hurried out.
Chapter completed!