artillery arc

Chapter 738: Good Fortune Never Comes Paired (8K)

Schmidt put down the receiver. "The enemy is preparing artillery fire at the 400th Coastal Defense Division's defense line. Check immediately how many areas are still under fire and get all armored units ready.

"Based on our previous experience in anti-landing operations, the best time to counterattack is when the enemy landing force has just broken through the beach and is heading inland.

"Also, where are the Leopold railway guns? Open fire on the beachhead immediately. The more the enemy's strength is consumed on the beachhead, the greater our chances of winning."

Chief of Staff: "Leopold was attacked by Komanda last night. The ammunition depot exploded and it is currently unable to be deployed."

Schmidt: "Why are you telling me now?"

"We just found out about this because the call was cut off."

Schmidt was about to say something, his mouth twitching as he tried to organize his 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 came out immediately: "Erwin, Raberville said that they have intercepted the United Kingdom's message to the resistance organization, and the attack will take place within 24 hours!"

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

There was silence for a few seconds before they asked, "Who are you? Where is Marshal Erwin Romer?"

"He's not in now."

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

Schmidt: "The Marshal has gone to the 21st Armored Division, but has not yet arrived at the Armored Division Headquarters. I am Colonel-General Schmidt and I am in acting command."

"Find the marshal! Even if he's dead, we must find his body! Get the armored forces to launch a counterattack! We once drove the enemy into the sea in the Kingdom of Sardinia, and we can do it this time! Drive the enemy into the sea!
"According to Raberville's intelligence, the first wave of enemies landing will not exceed 50,000. You have four armored divisions, General Schmidt!"

Admiral Schmidt frowned. "According to our intelligence, there are 50,000 paratroopers landing 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 remained silent because he really didn't know what to say.

Emperor: "Fight back and drive them into the sea. Report to me tonight. Also, find out where Romel is. I want him dead or alive."

Then the emperor hung up the phone.

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

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

Schmidt: "Your Majesty believes that the first landing force today will be no more than 50,000 people, and we are required to drive them into the sea."

Chief of Staff: "But the paratroopers that landed are three divisions in number, at least 50,000 people."

"Maybe it's just because there are too many numbers. Anyway, let all the armored units advance to the landing site. The heavy tank battalion of the Asgard Knights will serve as the reserve."

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At the headquarters of the 21st Armored Division of Plossom, the division commander, Major General Hunter, looked at the map with a frown.

"We can't just march through the area where the enemy paratroopers are scattered. These paratroopers must have rocket launchers, which will pose a threat to our tanks. Let the reconnaissance troops go first, and the main force will check the equipment first."

The division chief of staff said: "We are 70 kilometers away from the beach. Wouldn't it be too slow to send out a reconnaissance force first? The order requires us to set out immediately to launch a counterattack against the enemy."

Division Commander: "You should trust the Western Wall. The Marshal has spent a lot of effort on this fortification. Also, if we wait here for a while, maybe the Marshal will arrive."

Chief of Staff: "Is this appropriate? The enemy is landing. Every minute and every second 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 that be even worse?" the division commander asked, "Let the reconnaissance troops go!"

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

The soldier in front of Captain Thomas began to vomit, which triggered a chain reaction and several soldiers vomited.

Thomas: "You haven't finished vomiting yet?"

"We ate it before we set out this morning, Captain," the soldier reported.

The landing craft was carrying the first platoon of Company E. Jack, the platoon leader, was next to Captain Thomas: "I couldn't eat anything when I got on the boat. I don't know where they got the appetite from."

Thomas: "Maybe he thought this might be his last meal, so he could eat anything."

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

As if in response to the words, a coastal defense mortar landed on the sea next to the landing craft, and the splashing sea water 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 machine-gunned. I'll be waiting for you on the beach!"

The sound of machine guns came from the front, probably the landing craft that arrived first was being strafed.

The landing craft driver blew the whistle, and with the sound of hinges turning, the wave-breaking board in front of the landing craft fell down, and the enemy's proud west wall of the coastal fortification showed its ferocious fangs.

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

"Push them into the water! Quick, jump into the water together! Don't stay on the landing craft!"

Thomas urged, pushing the people in front forward.

The soldiers rolled into the water like dumplings.

When it was Thomas' turn, he heard Jack yell, "I can't swim! Damn, the water looks like it's two meters deep—"

Thomas pulled Jack 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 stay in the water without showing his head and face the fierce machine gun fire.

Thomas dragged Jack and ran all the way, finally rushing 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 being dragged.

"How's it going, man?"

Jack spat out a large mouthful of water, then dry-heaved twice before answering, "Damn it, I'm never going to take part in a landing operation again."

Thomas patted Jack on the shoulder and said, "I don't think we need to land a second time. If this time fails, we can just wait for the Ants to push to Carolingia and face us across the sea!"

Thomas stood up, holding a carbine wrapped in a plastic bag, and shouted to the soldiers hiding behind anti-tank barriers: "Everyone! If you stay here, you will only become a practice target for the Plosson machine gunners. If you move forward, we will at least have a chance to use them as targets! Forward!"

Thomas said as he left the tank barrier.

Jack tried to follow him, but he pushed him back behind an obstacle: "You can't come with me. If we both get killed, there will be no one to command us!"

Then Thomas rushed to the beach alone.

He didn't even have time to look back to see if anyone was following him; he just kept running forward.

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

He suddenly had an idea: If the Prosens didn't build these anti-tank obstacles, there would be no shelter on the entire beach, and the landing troops might suffer much greater losses.

The tanks can't get up there anyway.

The first time he looked back, he didn't see a single tank.

Theoretically, there should be 60 tanks equipped with D equipment landing in the first wave of landing troops, but Thomas didn't see any of them.

Thomas looked back and saw the first coastal barrier just ahead.

He leaped forward and lay down on the protective embankment.

This protective dike can block the coastal landing troops, but on the other hand, the firepower in the enemy bunkers cannot hit the people hiding behind the protective dike.

It is impossible for a beach to form a perfect defensive structure like a bastion; there will always be loopholes.

In fact, the dike had side fire protection, but the traffic tunnel was damaged by the naval guns, so the defenders could not enter the bunker. The side fire bunkers on other beaches were still in use, and the United States Army who wanted to hide in the shadow of the dike had to find a way to deal with that bunker first.

Thomas didn't know this and was trying to get over the dike.

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

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

The good news is that a passage can be blasted through the sandbank with blasting tubes, and people can crawl under the barbed wire and avoid machine gun fire.

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

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

Thomas cursed and shouted, "Engineers! Has anyone seen any engineers?"

At this time, platoon leader Jack ran over and squatted beside Thomas to report: "I have gathered seven people, and someone has seen Barbara."

Thomas reminded, "His name is Pablo."

"Whatever! You're the only one who can read it correctly anyway! Someone has seen Barbara, she should not be dead, there are eight people alive on our ship! Where are the orders?"

Thomas: "Go find the engineers. Use explosives to blow up the sand bank in front of us to form a passage. We will pass through the passage."

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

Thomas: "Save the smoke bombs and go find the engineers!"

"Yes." Jack turned around, bent over and ran along the sand bank.

At this time, the Prosen people began to bombard the sandbank with mortars. This should be their backup measure after the side-fire bunker failed.

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

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

Thomas glanced at the big box in the signalman's hand and asked, "You rushed over here with that thing?"

"Yes, and my typewriter."

Thomas: "The typewriter is useful. You should get rid of the radio and travel as lightly as possible - wait, is that the typewriter I understand?"

The signalman took out a real drum typewriter and said, "I don't think so."

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

Signalman: "What about the radio?"

Thomas: "You've got it all, lie down here, kid."

As he spoke, he pushed the signalman down beside 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 by the first sand bank. The first wave of attack has failed. Repeat, the first wave of attack has failed!"

At this time, the platoon leader Jack came over with several engineers and a large number of explosive tubes: "I found the engineer, but he is not the engineer 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 and said, "Tell the fleet that we landed in the wrong place. Damn it, the fleet never managed 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 for the fleet.

After Thomas finished his report, Jack asked, "What now?"

"Bangalore?"

"Found it. These three brothers brought more than ten!"

Just as he finished speaking, a mortar shell landed on top of the sandbank next to everyone.

The artillery attached to the Plossen Coastal Defense Division were all fixed coastal defense artillery, and the mortars were also heavy mortars, which directly blew Thomas unconscious.

After a brief blackout, 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 engineer who was injured in the explosion.

He turned around, patted the signalman on the shoulder, and shouted, "We are under heavy fire! There is no way to break through the sandbank, and we need fire support from the destroyer!"

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

Thomas finally noticed that the signalman's head had been blown to pieces by the mortar.

He pushed the signalman aside, pulled over the large box radio, took the receiver and yelled, "Command, Command—"

Then he discovered that there were several large holes in the radio casing and the battery fluid inside had leaked out.

Thomas threw away the radio and said to Jack, "We are on our own now. Stick the blasting tubes into the sand bank as far as we can!"

All of the United Nations Army's blasting tubes can be connected together and detonated simultaneously, forming an extra-long tandem charge.

Now Thomas planned to use these ten blasting tubes to dig a trench and rush to the bottom of the enemy's embankment bunker.

The blasting tubes were inserted into the sand bank, one after another, and continued to go deeper.

After the last blasting tube was sunk into the sand bank, the engineer installed the detonator and shouted, "Detonate the explosives, take cover!"

Thomas and Jack followed suit and shouted, "Detonate, take cover!"

The engineer pulled the fuse of the detonator, pushed the blasting tube hard toward the sand bank, and then lay on the ground with his hands on his head.

Thomas also imitated the posture of the engineer and had just laid down when the explosion occurred.

His ears hurt terribly; the negative pressure from the explosion almost shredded his eardrums.

The sand fell in a torrent, as if Thomas was now beneath a waterfall of sand.

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

Thomas: "Go through the tunnel! Quickly! Go straight to the enemy's position!"

He didn't expect that the order was misunderstood. An infantryman lying behind the sand embankment shouted, stood up, rushed onto the sand embankment, and pressed his body on the barbed wire.

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

The Prosens' machine guns were firing, but suddenly there were too many United States soldiers crossing the sandbank, and the enemy's firepower could not be distributed.

Thomas cursed "Fuck it" and went into the passage opened by the blasting.

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

Thomas recognized the huge letters PLOSON on the bunker and said, "We are at D2 levee. Let me see the levee structure map."

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

Thomas leaned over and took a look. "Damn it, I don't see any machine guns."

Jack: "Maybe it was destroyed by the naval guns. There should have been side fire from the sand bank just now, but there wasn't." Thomas: "Take four people, all with Thompsons, and go up to see what's going on."

"Yes."

"Covering fire!" Thomas shouted, and rushed out on his horse to attract the enemy's machine gun fire.

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

Platoon Leader Jack, with four men, climbed up a slope about 20 meters long with Thompsons, and stood on the top of the slope to fire at the back of the sandbags.

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

Thomas glanced at the many soldiers hiding around him and said, "There's no one in the trench above, move forward!"

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The commander of the 400th Coastal Defense Division of Proson had a bandage on his head and shouted into the receiver: "Our firepower has been destroyed by the naval guns! Destroyed by the 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 United Kingdom's 406s are old guns, and their shells have poor armor-piercing capabilities, so they can't do anything to your bunkers."

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Division Commander: "Then you should really come and see the wound on my head! The fact is that there is no need for a direct hit. If it exploded nearby, we in the bunker would either be killed or injured!
"And right in my sight, there's a huge crack! Come and see for yourself!"

As he said this, the commander punched the crack in the wall.

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

Commander: "Someone must have taken the kickback! Or maybe it was all taken!"

As he was shouting, 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 and continued shouting into the microphone, "We need reinforcements! The ammunition stock in each bunker is less than 30% now! Each bunker has fired tens of thousands of rounds!

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

"We need reinforcements! We need reinforcements!"

General Schmidt said in a deep voice: "The armored division has already set out. Your mission is to fight to the last man and delay the enemy as much as possible. The infantry division will set up defenses in the town behind you and will deal a head-on blow to the enemy who infiltrates."

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

"The Empire demands that you perform your duties conscientiously. And according to Raberville's report, the first wave of landings will only have 50,000 men."

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? I saw thousands of ships alone! I estimate that there are more than fifty thousand people in front of me!"

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

The call was hung up.

The commander threw the receiver to the ground and cursed, "He said it so lightly!"

At this time, the chief of staff reported: "The team transporting ammunition has set out! Currently, one-tenth of the bunkers have reported that they are running out of ammunition."

Teacher: "Let them do their duty!"

----

Captain Thomas threw the grenade into the bunker door.

With a dull "bang" sound, smoke, dust and debris spewed out of the door.

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

The first Proson man came out of the bunker covered in dust and was shot down immediately. The second Proson man didn't even bring a gun, and his uniform was covered in blood. He raised his hands in surrender as soon as he came out, but was still shot down.

At this time, the flamethrower was clearing the bunker next to him, and the flames were spewing out directly from the firing port on the front of the bunker. The Proson people, who were covered in flames, crawled out of the firing port in 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 Plossom soldiers running towards the beach from inland.

Thomas: "Set up the .30 machine gun! Get them close!"

The heavy machine gunner immediately lay down near Thomas and set up the machine gun.

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

Thomas raised his hand, estimating the enemy's distance, and when the enemy came within a hundred meters, he chopped his hand downward.

The heavy machine guns opened fire.

The United States Army demonstrated its amazing firepower, giving the Prosen people no time to react. After a few seconds, all the people in this platoon fell down.

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

Jack: "Just my platoon?"

"Everyone you meet along the way will be under your command until you meet a more senior officer!"

At this time, another signalman ran up to Thomas and said, "Sir, you are the first officer alive that I have seen. I have a radio. Do you need it?"

"You didn't bring your typewriter?"

"I brought it, but it sank into the water." The signalman looked guilty. "Don't make me go back and look for it, sir."

"No, you stay and give me the radio."

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

Thomas picked up the receiver. "Report to the fleet. We have taken the beachhead. It is at D2. It is at D2. The intelligence follow-up troops are being sent to D2! Over."

An unclear voice came from the receiver: "Good job! Let's go!"

Thomas: "Cut, over."

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

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

----

A Puma wheeled armored vehicle of the 21st Armored Division's Motorized Reconnaissance Unit crosses a hedge.

Behind the hedge is a wheat field that is growing thrivingly. The plump ears of wheat are showing signs of a good harvest.

Gunner Proson in the car was in a good mood and hummed a little tune.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a rocket being launched, and turning his head, he saw a column of smoke shooting from the wheat field towards the armored vehicle.

The next moment, the armored vehicle stopped suddenly and a scorching 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 a Thompson submachine gun was heard, and the gunner fell down holding his chest. He never saw what the ambusher looked like from beginning to end.

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

"The battalion command post?" The pastor held a Bible in one hand and a Plosson man's MP40 submachine gun in the other. "Then we should hurry to the battalion command post to inform them!"

Captain Ivanson: "Seize their weapons and ammunition, and focus on seeing if they have any radios, so that we can notify the battalion headquarters to prepare. This kind of reconnaissance battalion is usually the vanguard of the entire armored division!"

The priest was shocked: "We are paratroopers, we only have bazookas, how can we stop the Plosson armored forces?"

Captain Iverson replied: "Courage, I guess."

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August 8, 3: Plossernia time, Eagle's Nest.

When Emperor Proson heard someone enter the room, he stopped pacing and turned to look at the door: "Latest news?"

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

Emperor: "Aren't they causing trouble for me?"

The confidential secretary shut up, looking sullen.

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

Confidential Secretary: "The Southern Army Group has lost contact with Livorik. It is speculated that the Ante Army has occupied the city."

"Aren't there four divisions there?"

"But they were besieged by ten Ante armies, and all four divisions were defeated."

The emperor slammed his fist on the table. "Defeated? In Abavahan, the Ants resisted to the last man! They were not defeated in the end! And the division of our proud Plossen Army was defeated?"

Celtic Marshal: "The enemy is defending their homeland, we are defending the captured territory——"

"This is the Empire's territory, and our soldiers are also defending their homeland! The entire army must know this!"

Everyone present was silent.

At this time, the air raid sirens sounded.

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

Grand Duke: "Perhaps the enemy's air force is already bombing the Carolingian region. Because the bombing started late, today we launched our jets early, and the enemy's bombers will suffer heavy losses."

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

"They really suffered heavy losses yesterday! Our pilots reported shooting down 300 bombers!"

Moltke: "But the Army reported only 67 wrecks."

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

While the two were arguing, a confidential secretary came in.

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

"It's in the east."

Emperor: "Read it, which city has been lost?"

"It's Canabrie."

The emperor nodded, suddenly awakening: "Wait a minute, isn't this Melania City?"

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

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

Celtic Marshal: "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 before they blocked us! It won't be easy for them to penetrate a thousand kilometers into our country! They will face the same problems we face! Supply difficulties, uncooperative citizens, guerrillas, they have to face them all!"

After a brief pause, the emperor added dejectedly: "But they will not encounter mud."

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

Celtic Marshal: "Can we start now——"

"No! We are not going anywhere until we have thwarted the enemy's landing. Moving the headquarters will lead to confusion of command. 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 Proson, who are you?"

"Your Majesty," Admiral Schmidt's voice came, "We can't find Marshal Romer. This is the first reason. Secondly, our beachhead has been breached in many places. Our troops even saw tanks flying the flag of the United Kingdom."

Emperor: "They can only transport 50,000 men! No tanks!"

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

"This is impossible!" roared the emperor.

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North of Carrington.

The sound of Highland bagpipes echoed along the road.

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

Behind him was the Wellington 7 heavy tank. It was thanks to this flamethrower tank 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 1st Armoured Division, all of which were restricted to off-road walking speeds by speed limiters.

United Kingdom infantrymen, wearing steel helmets that resembled straw hats, walked on both sides of the tanks.

Some United Kingdom soldiers shouted: "Carolingian! We are back!"

This scene was captured 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 back to China!"

"I've finished writing." The reporter, who was leaning against a tree and writing furiously, folded the letter and put it into the mailbox.

"Come!"

The two of them opened the pigeon cage on the ground together, took out the carrier pigeon, tied a letter to one foot and a film to the other foot.

After tying it, the two men raised the pigeon together and shouted in the direction of the United Kingdom: "One, two!"

Two carrier pigeons were thrown out.

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

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

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

The photographer cursed and chased in the direction the pigeon flew away: "Come back! To the sea! You traitor!"

(End of this chapter)