Arc of Gunfire

Schmidt put down the receiver: "The enemy is preparing artillery fire. The location is the defense line of the 400th Coastal Defense Division. Now immediately verify how many areas are still under shelling and prepare all armored units.

"Based on our previous experience in anti-landing operations, the best time to counterattack is when the enemy's landing troops have just broken through the beachhead and headed inland.

"Also, where is the Leopold train gun? Fire at the beach immediately. The more the enemy's power is consumed on the beach, the greater our chance of winning."

Chief of Staff: "Leopold was attacked by Komandar last night. The ammunition depot exploded and cannot be dispatched at the moment."

Schmidt: "Why are you telling me now?"

"We just found out because the phone was cut off."

Schmidt hesitated to speak, his mouth twitching to form words. At this time, the phone rang. It was the red phone on the table.

This was one of Marshal Erwin's many privileges, a direct line to the Eagle's Nest.

Schmidt picked up the receiver, and the emperor's voice immediately came from inside: "Erwin, Rabelais said that they intercepted the message from the United Kingdom to the resistance organization, and the attack will occur within 24 hours!"

Schmidt: "The attack has taken place, Your Majesty."

There was silence for a few seconds before asking: "Who are you? Where is Marshal Erwin Romell?"

"He's not in now."

"He's not here? If the attack really starts, he should be at his headquarters!"

Schmidt: "Marshal has gone to the 21st Armored Division, but has not yet arrived at the Armored Division headquarters. I am General Schmidt and am taking command on behalf of the division."

"Find the marshal! Even if he is dead, we must find his body! Let the armored forces engage in counterattack! We once drove the enemy into the sea in the Kingdom of Sardinia, and we can definitely do it this time! Drive the enemy into the sea!"

"According to Rabelaisian intelligence, the first wave of enemies on land will not exceed 50,000 people. You have four armored divisions, General Schmidt!"

General Schmidt frowned: "According to our intelligence, there are 50,000 paratroopers who landed alone. The landing force cannot be less than the paratroopers."

The emperor immediately asked: "Do you know how many transport planes are needed to transport 50,000 paratroopers? If the Allies really had so many transport planes, we wouldn't have to fight!"

Schmidt fell silent because he really didn't know what to say.

Emperor: "Counterattack them, drive them into the sea, and report to me tonight. In addition, find where Romel is, and you will see his dead body."

Then the emperor hung up the phone.

Schmidt slowly put down the receiver and looked at everyone in the room.

Chief of Staff: "What did your Majesty say?"

Schmidt: "His Majesty believes that the first batch of landing troops today will number up to 50,000 people, and he wants us to drive them into the sea."

Chief of Staff: "But the paratroopers who landed have the designation of three divisions, at least 50,000 people."

"Maybe it's just that there are too many numbers. Anyway, let everyone's armored forces advance towards the landing site. The heavy tank battalion of the Asgard Knights will serve as a reserve."

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At the headquarters of Prosen's 21st Armored Division, the division commander, Major General Hunter, looked at the map and frowned.

"We can't just walk through the area where enemy paratroopers are scattered so arrogantly. These paratroopers must have rocket launchers and will pose a threat to our tanks. Let the reconnaissance troops set off first, and the large troops will check their equipment first."

The division chief of staff said: "We are seventy kilometers away from the beach. Is it too slow to send out reconnaissance troops first? We are ordered to set off immediately to engage in counterattacks against the enemy."

Division Commander: "You should believe the Western Wall. This is the fortification that the Marshal spent a lot of effort on. Also, let's wait a little longer. Maybe the Marshal will arrive."

Chief of Staff: "Is this appropriate? The enemy is landing, and every minute should be as precious as gold."

"Yes, but if we are ambushed and severely damaged by paratroopers on the way to the beach, wouldn't it be even worse?" the division commander asked, "Let the reconnaissance troops set off!"

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At the same time, the first wave of troops landed on Omagh Beach.

The soldiers in front of Captain Thomas began vomiting, which started a chain reaction in which several soldiers vomited.

Thomas: "You haven't vomited everything in your stomach yet?"

"Taken before setting off this morning, Captain," the soldier reported.

This landing craft carried the first platoon of Company E. Platoon leader Jack was next to Captain Thomas: "I couldn't eat anything when I got on the boat. I really don't know where they got their appetite."

Thomas: "Perhaps I feel that this may be my last meal. In this case, I can eat anything."

At this time, the pilot of the landing craft shouted: "Thirty seconds left!"

As if echoing the words, a shore defense mortar landed on the sea next to the landing craft, and the splashing seawater fell on everyone's helmets like a downpour.

The sea water diluted the stench of stomach acid that filled the landing craft.

Thomas: "Jump into the water immediately after opening the door. If you gather together, you will be shot by machine guns. I will wait for you at the beach!"

The sound of machine guns came from the front. It should be that the landing craft that arrived first were fired upon.

The pilot of the landing craft blew the whistle, and with the sound of the hinge turning, the wave board in front of the landing craft fell down, and the western wall of the coastal defenses that the enemy was proud of exposed its ferocious fangs.

A dense rain of bullets hit the cabin of the landing craft, and the three rows of people in front were immediately shot. The bullets penetrated several people before stopping, and the people in the front row became a high wall blocking those behind.

"Push them into the water! Quick, let's go into the water together! Don't stop on the landing craft!"

Thomas urged, pushing the people in front forward.

The soldiers rolled into the water like dumplings.

When it was Thomas's turn, he heard Jack shout: "I can't swim! Damn, this water looks like two meters -"

Thomas pulled Jack and rolled him into the water, and the screaming stopped.

In fact, the water was not deep. When he stood up, it probably just covered Thomas' belly button.

However, at this moment, he would rather the water was deeper, so that he could be in the water without showing his head and face the fierce machine gun fire.

Thomas dragged Jack and ran all the way. Finally, he rushed behind an anti-tank obstacle and took a long breath.

Only then did he have time to check on the condition of Jack, who had been dragged along.

"How was it, man?"

Jack spit out a large amount of water, then retched twice more, and then replied: "Fuck, I will never participate in the landing operation again next time."

Thomas patted Jack on the shoulder: "I don't think we need to land a second time. If this time doesn't succeed, just wait for the Anters to push to the Carolingian and face us across the sea!"

Thomas stood up, holding a carbine sealed in a plastic bag, and shouted to the surrounding soldiers hiding behind anti-tank obstacles: "Everyone! Staying here will only become a practice target for the Prossen machine gunners. Move forward." We at least have a chance to hit them as targets!"

With that said Thomas left the tank barrier.

Jack wanted to follow him, but he pushed him back behind the obstacle: "You can't do it with me. If everyone is killed, there will be no one to command!"

Thomas then rushed towards the beach alone.

He had no time to look back to check if anyone was following him, he just focused on running forward.

Before them, many soldiers from the United States had rushed to the beach, and Thomas could see soldiers hiding behind various bunkers along the way.

He suddenly had an idea: If the Proscenians did not build these anti-tank obstacles, there would be no bunkers on the entire beach, and the losses of the landing troops might be much greater——

The tanks can't come up anyway.

He turned around for the first time, and sure enough he didn't see a single tank.

Theoretically, there should be 60 tanks equipped with D equipment in the first wave of landing troops, but Thomas has not seen any of them now.

Thomas turned around and saw that the first coastal barrier was ahead.

He swooped down and landed on the embankment.

This protective embankment can block the coastal landing troops, but conversely, the firepower in the enemy bunker cannot hit the people hiding behind the protective embankment.

It is impossible for a beach to form a perfect defensive structure like a bastion. There will always be places where loopholes can be exploited.

In fact, the protective embankment was covered by side fire, but the traffic tunnel was blown up by naval guns, and the defenders were unable to enter the bunker. The side-firing bunkers on other beaches are still functioning. The Allied forces who want to hide in the shadow of the protective embankment must first find a way to deal with that bunker.

Thomas didn't know this and was trying to figure out how to get over the berm.

It is definitely not possible to go directly from the top, as you will be shot into a sieve by machine guns.

Moreover, there are still some barbed wires left behind the protective embankment - barbed wires are not like landmines, overpressure has basically no effect on them, and shock waves cannot blow away large sections of barbed wire because of their heavy weight.

The good news is that the sand embankment can be blasted with a blasting tube. Under the barbed wire, people can crawl through and avoid machine gun fire.

Thomas looked at the unknown sergeant next to him and shouted, "Who is the commander here?"

The sergeant looked at his rank of captain and replied: "You, sir!"

Thomas cursed and shouted: "Engineers! Has anyone seen the engineers?"

At this time, platoon leader Jack ran over, squatted next to Thomas and reported: "I gathered seven people, and someone also saw Barbara."

Thomas reminded: "My name is Pablo."

"Whatever! After all, you are the only one who can read it accurately! Someone saw Barbara. She should not be dead. There are eight people alive on our ship! Where are the orders?"

Thomas: "Go find the engineers and use blasting to blow up the sand embankment ahead to form a passage. Let's go through the passage."

Jack: "I thought you were going to throw a smoke bomb."

Thomas: "Keep the smoke grenades and go find the engineers!"

"Yes." Jack turned around and ran wildly along the sand embankment.

At this time, the Prossens began to bombard the sand embankment with mortars. This should be their backup method after the side-firing bunker failed.

Unfortunately, many of their mortars should have been covered and destroyed by naval guns, so the firepower density was not high.

A communications soldier carrying a large box rushed to Thomas: "You are the first living officer I have seen!"

Thomas glanced at the big box in the signal soldier's hand: "You rushed over with that thing?"

"Yes, and my typewriter."

Thomas: "Typewriters are useful. You should throw away the radio and move forward as lightly as possible - wait, is the typewriter you are talking about the typewriter I understand?"

The signal soldier pulled out a real drum typewriter: "I don't think so."

Thomas grabbed the typewriter and threw it away: "You don't need this thing! You can use a pencil instead!"

Signal Soldier: "What about the radio?"

Thomas: "You brought them all over here, let's lay the child down here."

He said and pushed the communication soldier down next to him.

"Use your high-power radio to call the fleet and tell them that all the tanks have sunk to the bottom. There is no tank support on the battlefield. We are all blocked on the first sand bank. The first wave of attacks failed. Repeat, the first wave of attacks failed! "

At this time, platoon leader Jack came over with several engineers and a large number of blasting tubes: "I found the engineers, but they are not the engineers assigned to us! We may have landed on the wrong beach. Our target should be four miles to the east."

Thomas immediately patted the signalman on the shoulder: "Tell the fleet that we landed at the wrong place. Damn it, the fleet has never been able to send us to the right beach!"

When the Kingdom of Sardinia landed, Thomas' company also landed on the wrong beach. It seemed that this was a routine operation of the fleet.

After Thomas finished his report, Jack asked: "What should we do now?"

"Bangalore?"

"Found it, these three brothers brought more than ten!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a mortar landed on the top of the sand embankment next to everyone.

The artillery attached to the Prosen Coast Defense Division are all fixed coast defense artillery, and the mortars are also heavy mortars, which directly caused Thomas to faint.

After a brief fainting, he opened his eyes, but his brain did not resume functioning.

He first checked Jack's condition and saw that the platoon leader was taking care of the injured engineer.

He turned around, patted the signalman on the shoulder, and said loudly: "We encountered heavy firepower! There is no way to break through the sand embankment, and we need fire support from destroyers!"

At this time, the tinnitus passed, and the noise of the battlefield returned again.

Thomas finally noticed that the signal soldier's head had been blown apart by the mortar just now.

He pushed aside the communications soldier, pulled over the large box radio, took the receiver and yelled: "Command headquarters, command headquarters——"

Then he discovered that there were several large holes in the radio's casing, and the battery fluid inside was leaking out.

Thomas threw away the radio and said to Jack: "We have to rely on ourselves. Insert the blasting barrel into the sand embankment as long as we can!"

All the explosive tubes of the United States Army can be connected together and detonated at the same time, turning into an ultra-long series charge.

Now Thomas plans to use these ten blasting tubes to open a trench and rush under the enemy's embankment and bunker.

The blasting tubes were inserted into the sand embankment and assembled one after another, continuously going deeper.

After the last blasting tube had not entered the sand embankment, the engineers installed the detonator and shouted: "Detonate the charge, hide it!"

Thomas and Jack also shouted together: "Detonate the charge, conceal it!"

The engineer pulled the fuse of the detonator, pushed the blasting barrel toward the sand embankment, and then lay down on the ground with his head in his hands.

Thomas also imitated the posture of the engineer, and the explosion happened as soon as he lay down.

His ears hurt terribly, and the negative pressure generated by the explosion almost shredded his eardrum.

The sand fell in a storm, as if Thomas was now under the sand waterfall.

After the shock was over, Thomas straightened up and looked at the results of the blast: a passage leading directly to the bottom of the enemy bunker appeared.

Thomas: "Go out of the tunnel! Quick! Break directly into the enemy's position!"

He did not expect that this order would be misunderstood. Some infantrymen lying behind the sand embankment shouted and stood up, rushed up the sand embankment, and then pressed their bodies against the barbed wire fence.

Other soldiers stepped on the warrior's back and jumped over the barbed wire.

The Prossens' machine guns were firing, but there were too many federal soldiers suddenly crossing the sand embankment, and the enemy's firepower could not be distributed.

Thomas cursed "fuck" and got into the passage created by the blast.

Soon, he rushed to the foot of the enemy's bunker.

There was a huge Ploson letter on the bunker. Thomas recognized the letter and said: "We are at the D2 dike. Let me see the dike structure diagram."

He took out his notebook from his pocket and took out the structural diagram: "If the diagram is correct, we can enter the trench by climbing up the slope in front. There should be machine guns here -"

Thomas looked over and said, "Damn it, I didn't see the machine gun."

Jack: "Maybe it was destroyed by naval guns. There should have been flanking fire on the sand embankment just now, but there wasn't."

Thomas: "Take four people, all take Thomson, go up and see what's going on."

"yes."

"Covering fire!" Thomas shouted, and at the same time rushed out first, attracting enemy machine gun fire.

Others opened fire wildly, and the bullets hit the sandbags on the top of the slope, stirring up clouds of smoke. The sandbags leaked, and the sand flowed out.

Platoon leader Jack led four men and climbed up a roughly 20-meter-long slope with Thomson, standing on the top of the slope and shooting behind the sandbags.

"Cease fire!" the platoon leader yelled, "Okay, save your magazines, there's no one in the trench behind the ramp!"

Thomas glanced at the many soldiers hiding around him: "There is no one in the trenches above, move forward!"

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The commander of the 400th Coastal Defense Division of Prosen wore a bandage on his head and shouted into the receiver: "Our firepower was massively destroyed by naval guns! It was massively destroyed by naval guns!"

Admiral Schmidt: "Impossible! Your bunkers are built to defend against 381mm naval guns. The enemy only has a few battleships with 406mm naval guns. Moreover, the 406s of the United Kingdom are all old guns and their shells have armor-piercing capabilities. No, there’s nothing we can do with your bunker.”

Division Commander: "Then you really should come and see the injury on my head! The fact is that it doesn't even require a direct hit. If it explodes nearby, we will either die or be injured in our bunker!"

"And right in my sight, there is a huge crack! Come and see for yourself!"

The division commander punched the crack in the wall.

The command bunker of the division headquarters cracked more than two meters long without being hit directly, from the ceiling to the ground.

The division commander: "Someone must have taken kickbacks! Or they took all of them!"

When he shouted, a private soldier next to him muttered: "If you don't take it and I don't take it, how can Commissioner Schmidt take it? This is a jingle circulating in the tavern."

The division commander rolled his eyes at the private soldier and continued to shout into the microphone: "We need reinforcements! Now the ammunition reserves of each bunker are less than 30%! Each bunker has fired tens of thousands of rounds of bullets!

"Because the ammunition transportation tunnel was blown up, we are organizing people to transport ammunition from the surface position, but the enemy's offensive is very fierce, and the enemy has appeared on the surface position!

"We need reinforcements! We need reinforcements!"

Admiral Schmidt said in a deep voice: "The armored division has set off. Your mission is to fight to the last soldier and delay the enemy as much as possible. The infantry division will set up defenses in the town behind you, which will hit the enemy head-on."

The division commander was stunned for a second before asking: "What about us?"

"The Empire requires you to fulfill your duties. And according to Raberville's report, the first wave of landings will only be 50,000 people."

When Schmidt said this, his tone was very soft, and it was obvious that he didn't believe it himself.

Division commander: "Fifty thousand people? There are thousands of ships I saw alone! I estimate that there are more than 50,000 people on the front!"

Schmidt: "Follow your duties, General! No matter how many people land, the armored division will send them back to the sea! As long as the armored division launches an attack, everything will be fine! General!"

The phone was hung up.

The division commander threw the receiver on the ground and cursed: "He said it so easily!"

At this time, the chief of staff reported: "The team transporting ammunition has set off! Currently, one-tenth of the bunkers have reported that ammunition is in urgent need."

Division commander: "Let them do their duty!"

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Captain Thomas threw a grenade into the bunker gate with a flick of his hand.

With a dull "bang" sound, smoke and rubble sprayed out of the door.

Thomas picked up the submachine gun and waited with the others.

The first Proson man came out of the bunker with a dusty face and was knocked down directly. The second Proson man didn't even bring a gun, and his military uniform was covered in blood. He surrendered as soon as he came out, but was still knocked down by random guns.

At this time, the flamethrower was cleaning the bunker next to him. The flames sprayed directly from the firing port on the front of the bunker. There was also a Proson man covered in fire who climbed out of the firing port driven by severe pain and fell on the beach.

Thomas: "Continue to clear the bunkers and clear the obstacles for the friendly troops still trapped on the beach!"

"Captain!" Jack shouted from a distance, "Enemy reinforcements are coming!"

Thomas turned his head and saw a group of Proson soldiers running towards the beach from the inland direction.

Thomas: "Set up the .30 machine gun! Let them get close and shoot!"

Immediately, the heavy machine gunner lay down near Thomas and set up the machine gun.

Others also found shelter and aimed their guns at the approaching Proson team.

Thomas raised his hand and estimated the distance of the enemy. When the enemy entered within 100 meters, he chopped his hand down.

The heavy machine gun opened fire.

The United States Army showed its amazing firepower and did not give the Proson people time to react. After a few seconds, all the people in this platoon fell down.

Thomas: "Hold the fire! Halt the fire! Go see what they are carrying! Jack, you lead the squad to continue advancing along the breakwater and clear all the bunkers."

Jack: "Just my platoon?"

"Everyone you meet along the way is under your command until you meet a higher-ranking officer!"

At this time, another signalman ran to Thomas: "Sir, you are the first living officer I have seen. I have a radio. Do you need it?"

"You didn't bring a typewriter?"

"I brought it, but it sank into the water." The signalman looked guilty, "Don't let me go back to find it, sir."

"No, you stay, give me the radio. ”

The signalman handed the receiver to Thomas: "Just say it, I've adjusted it."

Thomas picked up the receiver: "Report to the fleet, we have taken the beachhead, in the D2 area, in the D2 area, the intelligence follow-up troops are sent to D2! Over."

A vague voice came from the receiver: "Good job! Follow-up... set off!"

Thomas: "Crap, over."

The signalman asked in confusion: "What did you hear over there?"

"I don't know, but it would be a great help if they don't make trouble in this situation!"

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The Puma wheeled armored vehicle of the 21st Armored Division Motorized Reconnaissance Team crossed a hedge.

Behind the hedge is a wheat field that is growing happily, and the plump ears of wheat have already shown some signs of a good harvest.

The gunner Plossen on the car was in a good mood and hummed a little song.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a rocket launch, and when he turned his head, he saw a smoke shooting from the wheat field to the armored vehicle.

The next moment, the armored vehicle stopped suddenly, and a hot breath came from behind the gunner.

He realized that the engine was on fire. If he didn't leave the armored vehicle immediately, the oil in the entire vehicle would burn, and he would become a "familiar person".

So the gunner skillfully opened the hatch and got out of the armored vehicle.

The sound of the Thompson submachine gun came, and the gunner fell down with his hands on his chest. From beginning to end, he didn't see what the ambushed person looked like.

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Captain Ivanson shouted: "Cease fire! This is the vanguard of the enemy's motorized reconnaissance battalion, and the reconnaissance battalion is definitely behind. Judging from the direction, they are going to the same place as we are going!"

"Battalion command post?" The pastor held a Bible in one hand and a Plosson MP40 submachine gun in the other hand, "Then we should go to the battalion command post and inform them!"

Captain Ivanson: "Confiscate their weapons and ammunition, and focus on seeing if there is a radio so that we can notify the battalion to prepare. This kind of reconnaissance battalion is usually the vanguard of the entire armored division!"

The pastor was amazed: "We are paratroopers, with only bazookas, what can we use to stop the Plosson armored forces?"

Captain Ivanson replied: "Courage, I guess."

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August 3, 12 o'clock Plosson time, Eagle's Nest

When Emperor Plossen heard someone coming into the room, he stopped pacing and turned to look at the door: "The latest news?"

The confidential secretary who came in nodded: "The telegram from the Southern Army Group--"

The emperor: "Aren't they causing trouble for me?"

The confidential secretary shut up, looking pale.

The emperor sighed: "What does the telegram say? Read it out!"

The confidential secretary: "The Southern Army Group has lost contact with Livorik, and it is speculated that the Ant Army has occupied the city."

"Aren't there four divisions there?"

"But they were besieged by ten Ant Armies, and all four divisions were defeated."

The emperor punched the table: "Defeated? In Abavahan, the Ant people resisted to the last soldier! In the end, they were not defeated! And our proud Plossen Army's division was actually defeated?"

Marshal Celt: "The enemy is defending their homeland, and we are defending the captured territory--"

"This is the territory of the empire, and our soldiers are also defending their homeland! Let the whole army know this!"

Everyone present was silent.

At this time, the air raid alarm sounded.

The emperor glanced at the ceiling, then at Grand Duke Meyer: "Today's air raid came a little late."

Grand Duke: "Maybe the enemy's air force is bombing the Carolingian region. Because the bombing was late, we took off the jets early today, and the enemy's bombers suffered heavy losses."

General Moltke: "You said the same thing yesterday."

"They did suffer heavy losses yesterday! Our pilots reported shooting down 300 bombers!"

Moltke: "But the army only reported 67 wreckages."

Grand Duke Meyer: "It must have crashed into the sea!"

The two were arguing when another confidential secretary came in.

His Majesty the Emperor: "Is this a report from the west or the east?"

"It's from the east."

Emperor: "Read it, which city was lost again?"

"It's Canabris."

The emperor nodded and suddenly woke up: "Wait a minute, isn't this the city of Melania?"

"Yes, the Ante Army on the southern front has just captured Canabris, and it is less than 300 kilometers away from the Eagle's Nest." The confidential secretary replied.

Emperor Plossen stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the scenery of Mount Abes outside.

Marshal Celtic: "For safety reasons, we should leave. At the same time, returning to the capital will also help boost the confidence of the people at this moment."

"What do you mean by this moment?" The emperor turned around and glared at the marshal fiercely, "The enemy is still a thousand kilometers away from the capital (actually no more)! When we attacked Ant, we advanced a thousand kilometers and were blocked by them! It won't be easy for them to go a thousand kilometers deep into our country! The problems we face, they will face the same! Supply difficulties, uncooperative citizens, guerrillas, they have to face all of them!"

After a short pause, the emperor added dejectedly: "But they won't encounter mud."

Because Plossen has good infrastructure, the roads are all high-standard highways.

Marshal Celtic: "Can we start now-"

"No! We won't go anywhere before thwarting the enemy's landing. Moving the headquarters will lead to command confusion. You should know this, my marshal!"

Everyone looked at each other.

At this time, the red phone on the desk rang.

The emperor picked up the phone himself: "I am Emperor Plosson, who are you?"

"Your Majesty," Admiral Schmidt's voice came, "We can't find Marshal Romell, this is one, and second, our beachhead has been breached in many places. Our troops even saw tanks flying the United Kingdom flag."

Emperor: "They can only transport 50,000 people! There will be no tanks!"

Admiral Schmidt: "But our infantry saw tanks, appearing north of Carrington."

"This is impossible!" the emperor roared.

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North of Carrington.

The sound of Highland bagpipes echoed on the road.

The bagpiper, wearing the Highlanders' iconic plaid short skirt, strode in the middle of the road.

Behind him was the Wellington 7 heavy tank. It was with this flamethrower that the 404th Coastal Defense Division on the beach surrendered without much resistance.

The heavy tanks were followed by the Centurion tanks and Firefly tank destroyers of the United Kingdom's First Armored Division. All of these tanks could only drive at the off-road speed of human walking due to the speed limiter.

The British infantrymen wore helmets that looked like straw hats and walked on both sides of the tanks.

Some British soldiers shouted: "Carolingian! We are back again!"

This scene was photographed by reporters on the roadside.

The reporter skillfully rolled up the camera, unrolled the film, and said to his partner: "Have you finished writing? If you have, send the manuscript and the film to China!"

"I have finished writing." The reporter who was leaning against the tree and writing furiously folded the letter paper and put it into the mailbox.

"Come!"

The two opened the pigeon cage on the ground together, took out the pigeons from it, tied the letter to one foot and the film to the other foot.

After tying them, the two raised the pigeons together and shouted in the direction of the United Kingdom: "One, two!"

The two pigeons were thrown out.

As a result, they turned in the air and flew towards the Carolingian direction.

The photographer cursed: "Damn! How did you take two Carolingian pigeons?"

The reporter: "How do I know where the pigeons are from? I don't understand their language!"

The photographer cursed and chased in the direction where the pigeons flew away: "Come back! Go to the sea! You traitor!"