The new direction of operations has not yet been decided. However, the American and British troops, who had just finished a campaign, also needed a good rest, and the soldiers were exhausted, and they needed to relax. For example, the boys under Ron's command almost every one of them had to attack an average of about four times a day during the week, and at most they even attacked as many as six times a day. Even those who are beaten with iron will be tired. The coffee, chocolate, and so on that were usually used to refresh the pilots had become useless, and if the campaign continued for a while, Ron felt that unless the pilots were given methamphetamine, sorties like this would not be sustained anyway.

Yes, there was a lot of methamphetamine in the Army Air Corps' medical room, which later came to be known as ice. This jīng god stimulant drug appeared in the thirties of the twentieth century. In the beginning, it did not appear as a drug, but was used to refresh the mind and replenish energy. At that time, many long-distance drivers, as well as students preparing for exams, would have a little methamphetamine in their pill boxes. To paraphrase an advertisement from Ron's previous life, that is, he was sleepy and tired and drank methamphetamine.

Even in Ron's original era, methamphetamine was still a common pick-me-up drug in the U.S. Air Force. The U.S. Air Force has a record of using this drug on pilots in Iraq, Kosovo, and Afghanistan because the sortie rate is too high, which causes the pilots to be overtired. This drug greatly increases the excitability of the nervous system and increases the reaction speed of the pilot. But in addition to addiction, this thing also has other deadly side effects, such as making people irritable, making people impulsive, and doing things without brains. During the Gulf War, the Iraq War, and the Afghanistan War, the U.S. Air Force had a record of inadvertently injuring teammates and injuring civilians. And behind these misfortunes, it is said that one of the reasons is that the pilot used methamphetamine, which caused him to be overexcited, and before he could see clearly, he dropped the bomb.

Considering that the ground-air connection was completely worse now than it was a few decades later, Ron figured that if he allowed his pilots to use that thing, they really didn't know whose heads they would have dropped the bombs on. Coupled with the fear that a war would end and a whole bunch of addicts would pop up in his troops, Ron had always been very opposed to allowing pilots to use the drug. This attitude even once struck the military doctors as strange.

Fortunately, now that the war is over, whether the upper side intends to seize more ports, or take advantage of the lack of German troops to advance eastward and break through the Siegfried Line, the soldiers must first rest and relax. And now, is there a better place in the world to relax than Paris? As a result, the officers and men of the 21st Attack Aircraft Wing were given the opportunity to go to Paris in batches to relax.

In fact, Ron was also very interested in Paris in this era. In his previous life, he had also been to France and Paris, but at that time, he did not have much time to visit because of heavy communication tasks. And this period of high-intensity combat also made Ron very tired, and he also needed to go out and relax.

However, Ron's leg injury is not healed yet, and now he can walk a few steps with the help of crutches and go to Paris in a wheelchair, which always seems a little weird.

"General, tomorrow another group of people are going to Paris to play, why don't you go and play with you?" Scott said to Ron.

"Ah," said Ron, "I'm like this, in a wheelchair, it's so inconvenient?" ”

"Oh, General, if you are going to Switzerland to climb Mont Blanc, then I would advise you not to go now. However, Paris is only a big city, and there are no cliffs to climb, so it is easy to use a wheelchair. ”

……

Early the next morning, Ron dropped his troops to Boeington, who had just returned from Paris, and flew with a group of pilots on a C-47 transport plane to Paris.

After the plane landed at the Paris airport, Ron and the others changed into a few more Willis jeeps and headed for downtown Paris.

Unlike Cherbourg, there is hardly any trace of war in Paris today. According to the pilots who had come to Paris earlier to relax, when they first arrived, some of the streets of Paris still had barricades that had not been completely demolished. But now, when Ron and the others arrived in Paris, they were gone.

But there's one thing that's the same as the guys who came first, and that's the carnival atmosphere. The streets were filled with cheerful crowds, and everyone would wave to them at the sight of American jeeps, especially the pretty girls.

The car soon approached the Arc de Triomphe. The car stopped next to the Arc de Triomphe, and the pilots jumped out of the car. The giggling began to line up, intending to take a group photo at the Arc de Triomphe as a victor. Scott pulled out a Laicra 3 camera from his backpack - something Scott had exchanged for a rìben saber from a captain in the Army's ground forces, and such a small camera was a popular trophy in those days. He looked around and saw a pretty girl in a white dress passing by, and Scott hurriedly stopped her.

"Miss, can you take a group photo for us?"

"Ah, okay." The pretty girl seemed taken aback, and when she turned her head, she saw that it was an American soldier, and she smiled and said, "Yes, sir, I will be happy to serve you." ”

Scott adjusted the focus, aperture, and shutter and everything, and then handed it to the girl, and said, "See this box, you take it, put us all in it, and press the shutter." Oh, by the way, one thing to do is to open the lens cap first. ”

Scott ran back to his position. The girl took her camera and took several pictures of the pilots. The camera was then handed back to Scott.

"Thank you, miss." Scott said, "May I take the liberty of asking your name?" ”

"Ah," replied with a smile to the woman who stretched out her hand and combed the wind-blown Kim Sè's hair, "my name is Maka." ”

"To show our gratitude to you, I thought, can we have the honor of having a meal with your face?" Scott then snapped up another sentence. The pilots next to him laughed.

The woman shook her head lightly and said, "I have other things, I'll go first." With that, she turned and ran away.

"Scott, you're not charismatic enough." A pilot said to Scott with a grin as he looked at the woman's back.

"Haha, you were issued a good person card in public." Ron laughed too, and without paying attention, he said the word "good guy card" as well.

"General, what is the 'Good Guy Card'?" Someone asked.

"Ah," said Ron, "it was a young man who had just begun to love a long love letter to the goddess in his heart, and the goddess read it, and was very moved, and then handed him a card that said, 'You're a good man, but we're really not ...... suit.'"

The surrounding pilots laughed again.

"Don't be discouraged, this is in France, and there are so many beautiful girls. Especially for us Americans. Harry, who was the best at drawing the Chūn Palace, stepped forward and comforted Scott with a sympathetic look, saying that before he could finish speaking, he couldn't help but laugh first.

Amid the laughter, the pilots got into the car again and prepared to continue along Avenue Fontainebleau, when they suddenly saw that the woman was being grabbed by several civilians dressed as men with Stern submachine guns or Mauser 98K rifles on their shoulders, and two men viciously twisted the woman's hands behind her back, and then lowered her head. Another man reached out and grabbed her hair while shouting something in French.

"What's going on?" The Americans were all taken aback, and only Ron sat in the car and sighed quietly.

The American jeep stopped on the side of the road, and several pilots jumped out.

"What's going on? There are so many of you men, how can you run away to bully a woman. Scott shouted.

"your......" said a large man with an M24 grenade pinned to his waist, turning his head. When he saw that the person being questioned was a group of American soldiers, he smiled awkwardly and said, "I didn't notice it was you." It's not like we're bullying, this stinky bitch is a law! She's a damn Gestapo's mistress! That guy killed at least 5 of our fighters with his own hands! ”

"But...... But has she done anything bad? "What else is Scott trying to say.

"Bad things? That's indispensable, of course! A woman with a rifle on her back interjected, "This bitch, who sleeps with the Germans every day, usually likes to put on a high look!" At one point, we almost blew up that damn fascist, but she found out something was wrong and escaped with that fascist! ”

The woman angrily rebuked as she used a razor to neatly shave off the hair of the woman in the white dress.

The woman kept her head down and didn't say a word, just wept there.