Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

On the night of June 1944th, 6.

The waves beat against the side of the ship gently, and Portsmouth Harbor is very quiet at night.Thousands of soldiers on the dropship were asleep, sleepless with fatigue, despite the anxiety, worry, and the knowledge that they might perish on a foreign beach in two days.The port is under blackout, only the endless night embraces the sea quietly, even the stars reflected in the sea are still silent, as if they also know that the coming days will draw a heavy stroke in the history of mankind, they unanimously choose He kept his mouth shut and watched.

From the deck, there was a mist rising over the sea.This is a navigable factor, ensuring that a submarine cannot detect a ship as long as it is two hundred yards away.Turning the field of vision to the south, there is only the dark sea and the silent night sky. The English Channel is neither wide nor deep, but it is enough to cover the coastline of France in fog, without any light at all.

Looking at the south where nothing can be seen, London took a deep breath of the fresh air on the deck, even swallowing the night fog into his lungs, and his dark blond hair and eyelashes were slightly wet by the fog.He suddenly thought, did Paris turn its attention to the English Channel before being taken away by the Germans?If there is, she is not in the port, and no matter how good the weather is, she must not see anything.They can only outline the appearance of the other side of the strait in their imaginations, and describe each other's despair and pain in their imaginations.An ordinary strait has to bear the worries and sustenance of such a deep person... If the worries and sustenance of thousands of years are transformed into an object, what kind of object is heavier than a lead block!

"It's been a long time," he said to Portsmouth, who was by his side.

"Yeah, the wait before acting always makes people fidgety." Portsmouth replied.His city has been the base of the British Royal Navy since the 16th century. Since the Dunkirk evacuation four years ago, he has been in charge of naval affairs. Every major operation is even more busy, and he can only relax a little at night.His response was quick, and there was no trace of fatigue in his voice.

London shook his head. "It's not that now...you should not have thought of it. You were born in the hands of the Lionheart King 100 years later. [Note 1] I thought of the Norman Conquest...Time flies so fast. In another 22 years, you will be born." A full 900 years."

Portsmouth's heart skipped a beat.Nearly 900 years ago, the King of England became extinct. William, the Duke of Normandy in France, claimed the right to inherit England, obtained the support of the Holy Roman Empire and Denmark, and invaded Britain with troops to fulfill his long-cherished wish.London was an adult at that time, had fought countless battles with the Danes, and had resisted the invasion fiercely, but he finally ascended to the throne of the capital under the rule of the Normans.Regarding this matter, his feelings are probably quite complicated, and the sporadic rumors heard in Portsmouth also support this guess, but this is the first time London has voluntarily mentioned it.

"Remember... the scene at that time?"

"It's a lot more than that. I also thought of a lot of things that happened afterwards... I originally drove away the Danes, thinking that it would be peaceful for a long time. Unexpectedly, the Normans were even more powerful, and we were completely stunned. When the White Tower was built here, I regarded it as a great shame and disgrace. Unexpectedly, the bones of the local nobles executed by William were not cold, but I became Normanized faster than anyone else..." London lowered his head and chuckled, green eyes flashing The swirl of the black sea, "I swore to defend the glory of Winchester as the capital of England, no matter whether the intruders were Danes or other robbers. In the end, I took it with my own hands at Westminster Abbey." His glory."

"It was necessary, both of you," said Portsmouth, "and Winchester never hated you for it."

"Winchester is a generous man. But at that time, I did not have the strong psychological endurance to face up to the crimes I committed. In order to prove my innocence, I found many reasons. Convince yourself... It's just ridiculous to think about coming today."

He remembered the most deceptive of those reasons—that the Norman Conquest and his replacement of Winchester were God's will.Tragically and humiliatingly, despite all the blood shed, it was England's path to glory.He accepted the destiny and became a new capital to lead the country to achieve greater achievements. This is the mission destined for a man like him who is chosen by heaven.Since it is God's will, there is no need to delve into it further, as long as you know the absolute legality of His will.

Once this idea was formed, it has been entrenched in his mind for 300 years.In the past, the marriage between Britain and France led to the invasion of England by the Normans; 300 years later, it was France that once again swallowed the bitter fruit of the marriage.When the news of the Black Prince's success came from across the strait, when he accompanied Henry V to bloodbath the French army at Agincourt, when half of France fell into their hands... He once thought that these glorious victories were just God's will The strongest evidence for him.

Therefore, when the king asked him to marry Paris to consolidate the future Anglo-French united country, he also considered it a destined responsibility and agreed.Paris is beautiful, but London feels he will never be able to feel love or anything like it for her, and he promises only for his duties as a capital.

Suddenly the situation took a turn for the worse, and the French army's siege of Orleans was lifted by a Lorraine girl.She was active on the battlefield for only one year before being burned to ashes by the British bishop.But the goddess of victory did not return their smiles to them again, and the territories that the British army had exchanged in bloody battles were quickly taken away... In the end, even the continental territories originally owned by the British king were also reduced to the iron heels of the French army.

The sea breeze blowing in the port of Calais was bitingly cold, and he and Paris each rode out of the army and drew closer to the distance where they could talk.

"Don't attack Calais again." He tried to persuade Paris with a little luck, "The territories legally inherited by our country on the mainland have been deprived by you one by one. I thought the war between the two countries was over long ago. Why even this one? Do you refuse to let the lonely port go?"

"Why are you pretending to be pitiful? You also claimed to legally inherit France." Paris sneered.

"A hundred years ago, the struggle between Britain and France was caused by territorial disputes and inheritance rights. It is not about who is right or wrong, but only subject to the result. Paris, you have won the war, and we have no complaints about it. But Calais has This is our last piece of land, you have already taken us too much, you don't need to treat this small port as a treasure... This battle can be avoided completely."

Paris glanced at him indifferently, and got off his horse in silence. "Inevitable," she declared, thrusting her sword deep into the ground, "I don't care how much you talk, but I only know one thing: the soul of Joan of Arc will be destroyed forever if the British are not completely driven out of the continent." Can't rest in peace."

"How do you know? You haven't seen her at all. You were imprisoned in my castle when she was active. Of course, I went to see her several times in prison, but I didn't see that she insisted on Calais-- "

"So what if you have seen it? So what if you haven't seen it? Can her noble soul be understood by a butcher like you? We are determined to make up our minds early, and it is a waste of time to talk to you. , owning twice as much territory and blatantly rebelling, now everything will end after this battle, cut those tangled chains completely, and we will have nothing to do with each other, and we will not be subject to each other. Go back to your island Come on, repent and cry, for the blood on your hands all these years." Paris drew out his sword, turned to face his army, and held it high above his head: "Avenge for the saint!"

The army on the opposite side roared like a raging wave: "Avenge the saint! Drive the British out of the mainland!"

The French army has gone mad.Facing a lunatic, failure is inevitable.They, who once crossed the English Channel in high spirits, led the remnants of the defeated soldiers across the Channel and returned to their own country.Britain drew a bitter end to the Hundred Years War with the loss of the last piece of territory in continental Europe.

At that time, facing Paris, which stood sneering amidst the roar of the army, London woke up.It turned out that all his imagination about destiny was just an excuse for him to be passionate.Even if God really paid attention to him and sent a special purpose for him, it was nothing else but a crisp slap on his self-indulgence with the fall of Calais.

After returning home, almost immediately fell into the whirlpool of civil war.When the Civil War subsided and the remaining petals of the York and Lancaster roses were barely glued together, he considered it a blessing just to survive.

Human beings may be able to receive grace and receive guidance from heaven.But for those whose lives are much longer than human beings, they will not enjoy enough favors to point out the direction of life.God will not take the initiative to shine a ray of light to redeem them easily, and God refuses to be a shield for him not to face the past.All he can do is to accept the self that he didn't want to admit in the past, and then continue to survive as the capital of England.

The English Channel, at its narrowest point, is only 63 miles apart between Calais and Dover, but it undeniably separates the British Isles from the European mainland, leaving them in long-term isolation.They tried to fight against loneliness, but they often ended in failure. When they finally accepted the fact in the struggle, the strait became the most powerful barrier, keeping the independence and tranquility of the mainland in the wars sweeping across Europe.From Dover to Calais, it takes 3 minutes by plane and [-] hours by boat. It is this narrow strait, but in the critical autumn, it blocked the German conquest and sheltered the Allied troops withdrawn from Dunkirk. Under the hastily spread wings of the British Empire.

Yet in the depths of the ocean, beneath the deep eddies of the cold water, they were still part of one continent, never really separated.

A strait is a strait, whether it separates the continents or connects them in the depths, the meaning does not stay in itself, but is endowed by people.It simply exists there, listening to the laughter and tears on both sides of the strait, watching the changes in the world, and allowing human beings to impose their passionate imagination on themselves without saying a word.When dreams are shattered, when people finally realize that their sentimental and ruthless things are never but illusory sustenance, it will not withdraw and leave, still only watching them silently.

How many dreams of mankind have been shattered since London's imagination of destiny collapsed?Only 20 years after the earth-shattering World War I, Europe fell into more brutal wars and deeper despair. For a while, all the light in the world seemed to have abandoned this land and would never return.But just as the beautiful imagination is too sentimental, this despair is not real.After the trough, there must be hidden signs of recovery.Now, they are ready to go, vowing to return to the mainland and take back everything they lost.

Strait, still watching and listening silently.

The time in the memory is long and meaningful, but it is only a moment in the mind.London said: "Don't talk about the past. Just think of crossing the Channel and landing in Normandy as God's will. Even if the judgment is wrong, there is no problem."

Naturally, Portsmouth didn't know the various reveries in his mind, and said with a smile: "It would be great if all the officers and soldiers had such thoughts."

At this moment Southampton ran up to the deck and whispered something in Portsmouth's ear.Portsmouth sighed after hearing this: "Sheffield really can't sit still. Knowing that I am a mountain person who is seasick, I still insist on participating in the landing... Look, I started to vomit before the boat even started."

Southampton smiled wryly: "I guess he's also nervous. Usually he doesn't react so much. Seeing his determination to participate in the action rather than being seasick, let's stop making fun of him and go and take care of him for a while."

"Yeah." Portsmouth took two steps with his companions and looked back at their capital: "Sir, you should go to bed earlier. You are still busy tomorrow."

London responded, thinking that there was nothing to do on deck alone, and returned to his exclusive cabin.

A new telegram came from his personal radio station, which was just sent by Washington: "This year's Homesickness Day [Note 2] may not be able to pass, but York said that after the victory of the battle, he will prepare ingenious labor activities, let's look forward to it together Right. I will bring chocolates tomorrow, and eating more before the action will help relieve tension. Miss you, see you tomorrow."

He couldn't help laughing.We have to meet before departure tomorrow, do we need to send a message the night before?Chewing chocolate to relieve tension, when he was a young child at war?Washington seems calm and prudent, but he still has the unique American detachment in his bones, which is why he can do such a mindless thing.He frowned habitually, and the brows loosened without forming a frown, but instead curved together with the corners of his mouth.

He sent a telegram back: "Don't talk nonsense, go to bed early."

After hesitating for a while, he lightly printed a kiss on the telegram: "...I miss you too."

At 6:5 on June 21, in the suburbs of Paris.The partisans turned on the radio just in time in the farmhouse.As usual, they kept doors and windows shut and curtains drawn to prevent detection by patrolling SS soldiers.

The domestic radio stations also broadcast some boring political propaganda as usual. The summary is: the people live and work in peace and contentment, the Marshal is wise and powerful, and our loyal German allies are winning battles everywhere.The second station hummed a limp chanson.The third radio station was analyzing the possible effects of the tides in the Strait of La Manche [Note 3] on the weather.The team members were not interested, but they still listened patiently.They have come here before.

The sorrel curly-haired woman caught in the crowd lit a cigarette and said to the team member closest to the radio, "Orleans, try another."

The station is screwed to the BBC.The announcer had just finished reporting the news in English, and then changed into a bit of unauthentic French. He read a letter that was said to be personal information without emotion. Sobbing, the lingering sound is long..."

A pinch of soot fell to the floor.People looked at each other in blank dismay, seeing their own surprise in each other's eyes.

The announcer went on to say the second line in his flat, uninfectious voice: "Little, sad, heartbroken."

This is a song about the sorrow of autumn, and the poet weeps to convey a message to the underground in France.The first sentence informs that the Allied forces will invade; the second sentence informs that the attack will be launched within two days.

People whispered to each other.Paris put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and stood up: "Be quiet, everyone, and listen to me."

The conversation stopped immediately.

"Our men on the other side of the channel have fought hard for four years and never changed their minds. Now they will fight a most glorious battle. In order to drive away the enemy, they will have to fire on the territory of their own country. This is free. [Note 4] In our long history, this is not the first time it has been staged, but I hope it will be the last. And we, of course, cannot tolerate them fighting alone.”

Her voice was lowered, and her usual clarity was washed away, but it was gentle and powerful, like the humming of a double bass that directly touched people's hearts.

"... Next, let's go to the priest for the last prayer. Orleans, Lance, Amiens, follow me to the village chief to say hello."

The three followed her out.Pushing open the door, the fragrance of green grass blows in.Paris sniffed the fragrance deeply, thinking of the various smells she had smelled in the past four years: the moldy wood in the house arrest cell, the inferior coffee in the street cafe, the stale perfume on the German ambassador, the sweat and blood of the injured team members.They will end soon.The world is still sleeping in the night, but she has seen the dawn at the end of the night, the sun breaks through the clouds and shines on the earth.

Seeing her unconsciously turning her head to the north, towards the strait, Lance asked, "Did you remember someone?"

"No." Paris greedily took another breath of country air, and slowly exhaled, "Let's go."

June 6, also known as D-Day on the Allied calendar.

At dawn, 10,000+ troops from the United States, Britain and Canada, a British dependency, left the port by boat and headed for the coast of Normandy.They were responsible for the first and crucial part of the Allied effort in Operation Overlord: the beach landings.At midnight just after midnight, a group of airborne troops and naval warships had already set off first to destroy some fortifications and transportation facilities to prevent the German inland troops from reinforcements to the coast.

There are no mournful tears, no waving handkerchiefs, only bagpipers in kilts lined up when the ship is about to leave the shore, playing long sharp notes with bagpipes and drums, and beating majestic drumbeats.The veterans listened intently full of nostalgia. Although the recruits were not used to the piercing music, they were overwhelmed by the tenacity of the music and inspired with great ambitions.After all, in this world, there are not many musics that are more military-like and more suitable for fighting than the Scottish bagpipes.

Before being drafted into the army, these soldiers were workers, farmers, students, journalists, doctors, craftsmen, and everything else.Come from different regions, speak different accents, have different relatives and friends.But they are all the same now, the essential parts that keep the war machine going.Erase the individuality and leave the mechanical commonality.Their nostalgia and fear will not and cannot be told.They can only throw themselves into the ruthless sea, waiting for the moment to board the beach to decide their fate.Go on, until victory or death.

When deciding on the date of landing, the navy and the army have exactly the opposite requirements for the tide, and the air force, which has no requirements for this, just sits on the sidelines.Finally, after thousands of selections, the date was set on June 6, which was a compromise.It seems foolproof, but the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly. Who can guarantee that there will be no mistakes?This is not only a test for the Allied Forces, but also an unprecedented large-scale sea, land and air coordinated operation in military history.The Allied forces have done their utmost to prepare in advance, and the rest can only rely on praying to the sky and adapting to the situation.

After meeting for the last communication the day before departure, the city owners of the United States, Britain and Canada returned to their posts.In this battle, the cities along the coast of England almost mobilized their nests. Only Dover and a few people were left to defend the coast of the mainland. contribute.The United States and Canada also sent heavyweights.Among the four Americans led by Washington, Boston and Philadelphia were on the air planes covering the U.S. Seventh Army attacking Utah Beach, while Washington and New York took destroyers to provide sea support for the U.S. Ninth Army attacking Omaha Beach.

The weather was not as expected, the weather was not as good as predicted, especially near Omaha Beach, the weather was cold, the wind and waves were strong, and visibility was also a problem, which was not a suitable climate for landing.But when things came to an end, the plan could no longer be changed, and the Ninth Army still attacked on time and on time with the landing ship.Due to the mines and coastal artillery that the German army may ambush, the escort fleet cannot get too close to the coast, and can only patrol the sea thousands of kilometers away.Before the army landed, the beach was roughly bombarded by the navy and air force. The German defense force was able to blow up as many as possible, and it took a long time for the remaining smoke on the beach to dissipate.The weather was already bad, which also meant that once the troops landed, they could not see each other and could only communicate with each other by radio communication.

Time passed minute by minute.Washington sat in the bridge command room, wearing earphones and hearing the Navy's incoming and outgoing messages, without saying a word.New York was behind his chair, pacing silently up and down.Although New York has traveled a lot for national wars before, this is the first time that it has directly participated in a battle as a soldier.When he was on land, he was still smiling, carrying a camera on his back, pretending to be a military reporter, and wearing a major uniform to take pictures everywhere. He was so energetic that London was a bit unappealing. He made a few reproaches, but of course New York ignored him.Now all his lively expressions are restrained, and the blue sky-like eyes that are not looking in any direction are bottomless, even a little daunting.

"Ah Hua." Hearing Washington's sigh as if overwhelmed, New York couldn't help but say, "We just have to wait, don't strain your nerves too much."

"I'm fine. I'm just thinking about the bad weather today, and the landing troops haven't sent any news until now, so I'm a little worried about them."

New York took a look at the clock that he had seen countless times. "It's only been an hour. When they landed on the beach, they definitely won't have time to contact the higher authorities. They will wait until the battle has an advantage and they have a chance to establish a position."

"That's true. I'm fine. I just sat here and didn't wait for the task to get a little anxious..." Washington smiled, "You seem to be on your mind as you walk around. What are you thinking, York?"

"I was thinking about the Manhattan Project [Note 5]. Before I left, I handed over the full authority to Chicago. This time, Europe has opened up a second front. It is estimated that the schedule will become more and more busy. She should also take care of it in the future."

"Chicago is someone who can rest assured. You two seem to have different personalities on the surface, but your work styles are very similar."

"But I still worry when I think about it. As long as there is a slight omission in the secrecy work, let alone the Germans and Japanese, it will be known by some allies..." New York glanced towards the Soviet Union to the east, and made a choke. "Some of us are crying. I just thought about it, and there should be no accidents. Such a terrible strategic weapon, when it is successfully developed, I hope it doesn't have to be put into practical use."

"Hopefully," Washington echoed absently.

The minute hand traveled another distance, and Washington couldn't sit still.He looked towards New York, and the other party's eyes showed the same thought as he expected.The two hurriedly took a few steps outside the door, and they ran into the oncoming fleet commander in the aisle.

"Mr. Washington? I was looking for you..."

"You have come at a very good time. The landing force has been out of contact for too long to wait any longer. Get the fleet closer to the beach at once, as close as you can."

"I understand your urgency. But we still don't know the enemy's minefields and coastal bombardment forces. If we go there rashly, we may suffer heavy losses. The Air Force is sending bomber formations to support the beachhead troops. We might as well wait for a while—"

The correspondent ran among them: "Sir, the air force just came to report their situation. This bombing was not done well, the takeoff was a bit late, the bombing site was remote, and it seemed that it even hit friendly forces near the target."

"Did you hear that?" Washington stared at the captain, "The Air Force will not make mistakes for no reason. The weather at Omaha Beach and the negative impact of enemy defenses are likely to be underestimated in our military plan. Now we can only do as much as possible." Redeem your mistakes, and immediately drive the fleet to the beach, and don’t let our troops die in vain on the beach! Don’t look forward and backward, this is an order, and I will be responsible for any accidents!”

The captain got the guarantee that the responsibility would not be held on his head, and he no longer hesitated. The fleet immediately turned around and rushed towards the coast through the heavy smoke.When they reached the distance where they could roughly see the battle on the beach with the help of binoculars, several people in the command room couldn't help frowning: almost all the infantrymen who landed in the first wave deviated from the scheduled location, and some people disembarked on the sandbar, far away from the real coastline. There are dozens of meters away.These tens of meters are easy to say, the depth of water on the sandbar can reach up to the neck, the soldiers dragged heavy equipment to walk in the water, and they had to be strafed by the German army with all kinds of weapons ranging from light machine guns to mortars, not to mention They had exhausted a lot of physical strength before landing, and some of them became seasick due to the violent wind and waves.Due to the combination of various factors, many companies were disbanded not long after the battle started, and fell into chaos.About half of the soldiers were shot or wounded when they disembarked from the boat or when they were wading in the water on the sandbar. Some of the soldiers who were not injured were also washed away by the waves, struggling helplessly in the water wearing life jackets.The rest of the lucky ones were too tired to move forward after barely reaching the flat rock beach.Judging from the ferocious offensive of the German defenders, the shelling and bombing of the coast beforehand was really useless.

The engineers, who arrived later with the infantry, were also in poor condition.The German army's firepower was too strong, and the infantry was already overwhelmed, and naturally it was difficult to cover the group of engineers who were supposed to cover to complete their goals.What is even more unfortunate is that the original task of the engineers was to use the equipment they carried with them to blow up the obstacles set up by the German army. They did not want some German stray bullets to fall into the engineers and detonate the explosives early. The engineers turned into human bombs and injured their own friendly troops , which made many infantrymen afraid to step forward to protect them.

The armored forces were even more miserable, so that they were almost invisible.Half of those so-called unsinkable amphibious tanks were soaked in sea water and could not move. The ones that could move lost their tracks on the way to the seawall. There were only three of them that successfully drove onto the beach. I don't know if it will be destroyed by German artillery fire.

New York stared at Washington's blue face, probably his lungs were about to explode.Intelligence indicated that the Omaha defenders had only one regiment of troops, no armored vehicles, and low combat effectiveness, which has deviated far from the actual situation.If this momentum continues, it will not be that the German army will be easily wiped out as planned, but that the American army will be wiped out in a muddle-headed manner.But that was the end of the matter, and it was after the battle to get angry with the intelligence agencies. Washington immediately ordered to move on and give artillery support to the army ashore.

Battleships and cruisers were afraid of accidentally injuring their own people, so they could only bombard both sides of the beach cautiously, but destroyers could drive closer.At the risk of being stranded, the destroyer fleet they were on advanced all the way to a distance of only more than 700 meters from the coast, driving along the coastline while firing.

The captains of the destroyers where Washington and New York are located have become brave since they were guaranteed that they would not be held accountable by the higher authorities. They showed a military demeanor that is not afraid of life and death, and calmly gave orders to command the ships to act without Washington intervening. .At such a distance close to the coastline, once the ship runs aground, it will be in a very dangerous situation. It is really strange that he is not afraid of mines, coastal bombardment and grounding, but he is worried about being criticized by his superiors.I saw that from the bow to the stern of the ship, all the artillery that could be mobilized was mobilized, unreservedly pouring artillery fire on the enemy troops on the shore, trying to smash any obstacles that hinder the landing of the army.All of a sudden, the ship's guns fired, the smoke rose into the sky, and the flames of death flew across the sea and the sky. The artillery fired by the two sides seemed to be the protagonist, and the landing troops sandwiched in the middle became an insignificant decoration.

At this time, the Air Force also learned that the situation on Omaha Beach was not good, and sent troops to the beach again to guide the battleships and cruisers to carry out more accurate attacks from a distance.The situation has eased slightly, but Washington and New York are still not happy.

Washington said: "The beachhead defenders should be wiped out within two hours of the planned landing, and all valley entrances should be occupied within three hours, and then join the British army on the golden beach in the east. Then continue to penetrate the next day and join our army on Utah Beach in the west .It is already past 10 o'clock, and the battle has started for almost four hours, and the beachhead has not even been captured. If the time delay is too long, it will have a serious negative impact on other battlefields."

New York said: "There is no way. After all, we have more troops and can always complete the mission. We can only adjust according to the situation when it is late. It is the troops that landed first after hard work. According to the Army, many company commanders were killed. No wonder the chaos Form a regiment. But it is too late to send new commanders up, how can we command if we don’t know each other.”

"It's true... there is no way?"

New York pondered slightly. "...No. It's not like there's no way to ease the situation at all...but!"

Before New York finished speaking, Washington turned to leave, but New York rushed up and grabbed his arm: "Don't be kidding, Hua! I'm just talking, don't take it seriously!"

"Wouldn't it be nice for you to think of going with me?" Washington indifferently opened his hand, "You stay, and I can go ashore on a landing craft alone. I am quite familiar with this group of troops, and many platoons Everyone above the senior level knows me. I will try my best to replace the fallen officers, and I still hope to occupy Taniguchi before dark."

"This is unconventional! The beach is too dangerous. If there is an emergency in the capital of the United States, we... I..."

"When did you take routine seriously? Don't worry, I'll be fine."

New York saw that he was no good, no matter how good his eloquence is, it was in vain, so he had to grab his companion's arm again.He pushed so hard that Washington had to slam him hard to break free, throwing New York against the bulkhead and falling to the ground.He looked at him apologetically, and left without saying a word.

The captain watched dumbfounded.The onlookers were still in a daze, and New York was already sitting there, looking up to the sky and sighing: "How cruel Ah Hua is to me, my heart is about to break! The twilight is vast, the evening clock is bleak, and people are speechless; so many things in the past come to my heart , tears like rain!" The quote is the second paragraph of "Autumn Song" used to announce the Allied invasion.

The captain couldn't figure out the north anymore.New York should be very sad, but since it has the energy to recite poetry, it doesn't seem to be sad at all.He was thinking about it, and New York jumped up as if nothing happened, and said to the correspondent: "I will go too. Tell Boston and Philadelphia that if something comes up, let them deal with it. You still fight as usual, and don't worry about anything else. "

The captain felt that he had suffered too much stimulation in half a day: "Calm down, if you run away from the capital..."

"I'm so calm that I'm almost like a popsicle." New York shook his hand impatiently, "I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to chase someone."

After speaking, he ran away in an instant.

When the sky fell, the defense of the garrisoning German army finally collapsed, and the U.S. military occupied Omaha Beach at a high price of roughly 2□ for the casualties alone.

On the beach, the gunpowder smoke gradually dissipated, revealing a very tragic post-war scene.The sea of ​​steel and the bloody flames that were once raging were all calmed down, leaving only the charred remains of mechanical parts and the unbearable remains of dead soldiers.The ambulance team dispatched at the first time to rescue the wounded soldiers who remained on the shore, and the dead soldiers were transported away one step later.After all, they did not survive this long day, and ended their young lives early on an unfamiliar beach separated from their motherland by the Atlantic Ocean.

But the war will not stop there. In the not-too-distant future, there will be more difficult struggles and more tragic sacrifices.War itself is probably a proof of the failure of human beings to control themselves, but blindly retreating and forbearance will never make war disappear from the world.

London and Portsmouth, who had come from the Golden Beach, met Washington and New York, who were resting inside, in the hastily erected small positions.Ottawa and Montreal also flew above the beach in Royal Canadian Air Force helicopters, climbed a rope ladder and jumped ashore.

Seeing the four people approaching, Washington smiled at them and said, "Hi."

Then he lowered his eyes tiredly and fell silent.New York explained for him: "When we landed, the communication equipment was in short supply, and the radio was not enough at all. The command basically had to rely on shouting. He shouted for a day, and his voice was about to die."

Hearing the news, London looked Washington up and down, with complicated eyes: "You are not proud at the moment. Aren't you able to survive the rain of bullets alone? Why do you wilt when I come?"

"It's not going to come out unscathed. I have a broken arm," Washington said.

"what?"

"It's not serious, it will be fine after ten days of raising it."

"It's just a broken arm. God really cares for you, America." London said calmly with sarcasm, and suddenly broke out, "It's just nonsense! Have you considered the consequences?"

"Considered it. But I think it's worth the risk, and it is."

"You're just lucky! Even if you don't die as quickly as others and get seriously injured, what will you do in the next battle! It's not like everything will be fine after the beach grab!" London pointed to Oak Point, which had been captured by the rangers on the side, " I think you only have this kind of foresight, don’t go back to China and become the capital, just occupy a hill here and become a king! I always think of you as a calm person, who taught you to do this..."

"It's not you anyway." Washington replied coldly.

There was an awkward silence.London is angry, in fact, I still appreciate Washington's decisiveness in my heart, and I plan to wait for a soft word to forgive him