Falls Reservoir is a large reservoir in the middle reaches of the Snake River. All its water comes from streams near Yellowstone Park. There is a hilly area on the west side of the reservoir, and a 10-kilometer stretch between the east side and the Rocky Mountains.
A narrow prairie that is 30 kilometers wide and 30 kilometers long, the town of Falls lies at the southern end of this plain.
Because the reservoir is rich in a kind of freshwater salmon, the reservoir is also a fishing resort for some people who like fishing in the surrounding area. Although it was disturbed by the war, many nearby residents moved their families to the central and eastern regions, and the rich no longer
Dare to come and hire a boat to go fishing in the reservoir, but many remaining residents still come here often to have some fun.
Old Will is a small rancher. His ranch and home are on the grassland east of Falls Lake. Although his son has repeatedly persuaded him to sell the ranch and live in Chicago, Old Will doesn't like Chicago.
He is a big city, here are his cattle, their old friends, his Falls Lake salmon, and his wife's cemetery, but there are only his son and his daughter-in-law in Chicago, and the children have their children.
Life, old Will doesn't want to disturb others.
Today he invited two more old friends to paddle his 15-foot sailboat to False Lake to fish for salmon. Originally, he invited four friends, but only two came. The other two people reportedly
Already moved to the east.
"This damn war, even my fish can't bite the bait properly." Old Will was in a bad mood after losing two more old friends. He kept casting and retracting the fishing line while grumbling.
Small fish in the water.
"Will, do you think those federal planes will come and bomb us? The two boys on my ranch came from Salt Lake City. They said half of the city has been burned down." Another rancher was sitting
He smoked a pipe in the stern of the boat and had no interest in seeing whether there were any fish on his pole.
"God knows what they are going to do. I'm thinking that there is MacArthur and his army in Salt Lake City, and besides the woods and cattle, there is probably nothing worth bombing here from those masturbating planes." Another old man sat on the bow of the boat.
He said as he reeled in the fishing line.
"I heard that those yellow people would scalp all the captured prisoners like the Indians. Thomas, didn't they scalp you when you escaped from Seattle? Did they think you had too little hair?
." The old man smoking a pipe in the stern of the boat laughed and joked about the old man's plight in the stern.
"I would rather they scalp me. My two fishing boats are still parked in the port. I don't know if I can still see them." The old man named Thomas at the stern put down his fishing boat when he heard the name Seattle.
Fishing rod, looking at the lake.
"Thomas, don't listen to that old guy. Your fishing boat will be waiting for you. I went to Pocatello to deliver milk the day before yesterday. I saw the newspaper in the wine. It had pictures of Seattle. It was no different from before. You should
Go find your fishing boat. If I lose my cattle, I will definitely get them back, whether those federal soldiers are Indians or not." Old Will finally caught a salmon and his mood improved a lot.
Seeing that the old man was a little depressed, he quickly offered words of comfort.
"What did I see? God... they are coming... they are coming!!!" Thomas, who was sitting on the bow of the boat, suddenly let out a scream and jumped up from the bow of the boat, hugging the man in the middle of the boat.
The mast points to the southern sky.
"Damn it, you almost got me into the water, I dropped my pipe!!! I want..." The old man at the stern of the boat suddenly lost his balance due to the shaking of the boat, and hurriedly grabbed the rudder.
, his body was stabilized, but the pipe in his hand fell into the lake. He cursed angrily and planned to go to Thomas to settle the score, but when he raised his head and looked in the direction of Thomas's finger, he swallowed back the other half of his words.
"God... they are really coming... my cattle... my pasture... you damn invaders!!!" Old Will also saw the approaching ones at this time.
The fleet of aircraft was passing over the lake. The leading aircraft just flew over the boat, and a huge shadow covered the entire boat.
After looking at the fleet of aircraft in the sky, Old Will was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly he went crazy. He took out a shotgun from the inside of the ship's side, aimed at the aircraft in the sky, and started shooting. Seeing this, the other two old men hurriedly ran over to stop him from continuing.
Loading bullets, they are afraid of angering these planes, and if a bomb falls, they will have to feed the fish.
The three of them packed up their fishing gear, pulled up the small sail, and let the boat sail toward the lake. At this time, the fleet had already passed over the lake, and bursts of thunder came from the direction of Pocatello.
"They are bombing Pocatello. I heard this sound in Seattle. Old Will, don't worry, they have no intention of bombing your cattle." Thomas comforted Old Will while controlling the sail.
"What's there? Blow it up, and who do I sell my milk to?" Old Will calmed down a little when he heard that his ranch was fine, but he still thought about their milk.
"You have forgotten where our troops are stationed." The old man who was steering the ship at the stern reminded him.
"Damn!!!"
"God bless them."
The sound of explosions coming from the distance never stopped. The 3 old men were steering the boat and it was about to dock at a small dock on the east bank of False Lake. At this moment, there were bursts of explosions in the sky to the south and west.
A buzzing sound.
"God..."
"them..."
"They're crazy." The three old men who turned to look in the direction of the sound were stunned instantly. A dark group of planes were crossing over the lake from the south and east. There were so many planes that they couldn't even count them.
The man was speechless. He just raised his head and stared blankly at the overwhelming number of planes flying over his head. He didn't even notice that the boat under his feet was blown away from the dock by the wind.
"What is that thing floating down from the sky? Look, it looks like small white flowers." Just when they thought the plane was just passing by, a few small white flowers suddenly bloomed in the sky where the plane passed, and then suddenly
, the sky was covered with small white flowers.
"It's a person. The one hanging under that white umbrella is a person. Look, that one was blown into the lake by the wind." Thomas has the best eyes and soon discovered that these small white flowers are a big umbrella, and there are flowers under each umbrella.
There is a living person hanging.
"Will, what should we do? Should we run ashore or rescue the man who fell into the water?"
"Thomas, what do you think?" Old Will couldn't make up his mind at this time and turned to ask Thomas.
"This is your boat, you decide, but I want to see if those federal soldiers will scalp me. If not, I also want to ask them if I still have the fishing boat parked in the harbor.
Thomas kept looking up at these people flying down from the sky. Instead of being afraid, he was very excited.
"Well, let's go rescue people first. The Indians didn't murder the savior." Old Will thought for a moment and made up his mind. Under the operation of the three people, the boat headed towards the struggling paratrooper who fell into the water on the lake.
Drive away.
The landing of the 1st Federal Airborne Division, the 3rd Regiment and the 5th Regiment was very smooth. The US military's attention was attracted by the bombers in front. The only trouble they encountered was that the air turbulence in the mountains blew some paratroopers to the lake.
Although paratroopers must be able to swim, it is still very dangerous for fully armed paratroopers if they fail to cut off the parachute belt before falling into the lake and let the parachute get entangled.
When Old Will, three old Americans, drove a small boat around and rescued more than a dozen federal paratroopers who fell into the water, and then tried to safely dock the severely overloaded small boat at the dock, the east bank of Falls Lake
The grass above has turned into a bush of white flowers. Most of the thousands of federal airborne troops have landed smoothly. They are packing up their parachutes and then gathering according to their own teams.
On the pier, there were already more than a dozen federal paratroopers who had packed their equipment. After picking up their companions from the boat to the shore, they immediately took over the small boat, while three old American men were taken to a nearby small village by several paratroopers.
In the woods, they were detained. (To be continued...)
