The summer of 1985 was so hot that the red kerosene column in the thermometer on the wall had already topped the number 38, and there was a tendency to go straight to 40 – a rarity for Paris, which has a temperate maritime climate.

The room was so hot that Bastion limped and dragged his stump to the courtyard under the apple tree, where there was a chaise longue, which was the perfect place to cool off. And behind his clumsy body was a little heel bug - that was his favorite little grandson.

Children are always full of energy, and after Bastien lay down on the chaise longue, his little grandson ran happily around the apple tree, pulling down an apple from time to time, and stuffing it into his mouth to eat without caring for the dirt, while Bastião watched his grandson play with a smile and a pampering look in his eyes.

After a while, the playful child was tired, and he ran back to his grandfather's side, lying on his grandfather and fiddling with the military medals on his grandfather's chest.

"Grandpa, can you tell me the story of your war?" The child raised his head and looked at his grandfather with big twinkling eyes.

"The story of the war? All right! Bastian chuckled, "What do you want to hear?" Or do you listen to grandpa beat the Soviets as you like? ”

"No, you've told those stories hundreds of times, and I'm tired of hearing them." The child touched his lips with his tender fingers, frowning and contemplating.

After a long time, he continued, "Hmm...... Why don't you tell me why you became a pilot, grandpa! ”

"Okay, hehe." Bastian smiled, patting the child on the back lightly, and fell into memory, "It was the summer of 1940, and I remember that summer was as hot as it is today, and not long after your grandfather was drafted into the army, he received an order from his superiors to immediately go to the Somme line, where we will be under the command of General de Gaulle to resist the German army......"

"But grandpa, isn't Germany an ally of our France?" The child looked at Bastian innocently.

"Yes, baby, Germany was our ally, but not then, Germany was our enemy at that time, and we had to resist the Germans' attack and not let any German set foot in Paris." "Let's go back to the story—not long after the troops had finished building the Somme Defence, the German troops reached the other side of the river, and on the first day their attack on us was defused by us, and the next day they took on a different unit, the commander of which was later known as the 'Desert Fox'......"

"I know, I know!" The child interrupted Bastian with his hands raised, "He's Field Marshal Rommel!" Right? ”

"Yes, you are so smart, he is Marshal Rommel!" Bastian scratched his nose in reward, "Field Marshal Rommel's troops caused us a lot of problems as soon as they came into play, and it only took them two or three hours to capture our first line of defense, but thanks to a counterattack by our comrades behind us regardless of casualties, we were able to stabilize our position." ”

"But how could Marshal Rommel be so easy to deal with? He had a devastating move hidden in the frontal assault - a German SS unit, together with an armored battalion under the command of Field Marshal Rommel, crossed the river downstream of our position, crept into our flank, and intended to attack us from the flank......"

"Ahh Aren't you dangerous, grandpa? The child said scaredly.

"It would be dangerous if you didn't notice their movements, but fortunately, General de Gaulle was also a very powerful commander, and he had already arranged for our division to set up a pocket formation on the flank of the main position, just waiting for the Germans to drill in." Bastian said as if the fire of war flashed in his eyes, and time seemed to go back to the brutal battle in the summer of 40, "Grandpa, I also saw it for the first time in that battle......"

"Bastian! Come back to your senses! The squad leader's voice lifted Bastian's spirits.

"Squad leader?" Bastian glanced at the squad leader in confusion.

"Check your guns, we're about to launch another attack!" The squad leader said to Bastian while squeezing the bullets from the submachine gun magazine in his hand.

"Huh? But haven't we just stepped back? Why are you going to attack again? ”

"Because the Germans outside are about to break through the line of our blocking troops. We are being asked to intensify our offensive and to eat this German army before German reinforcements arrive! The squad leader slapped the magazine full of bullets into the receiver and made a crisp "click" sound, "Okay, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and check your gun, I don't think you want to see this happen at a critical moment, right?" ”

"Yes! Monitor! Bastian saluted and immediately checked the brand-new MAS36 rifle in his hand.

"Guys!" When Bastian had just finished checking his rifle in accordance with the regulations, his company commander stood at the front of the company, "The Germans are out of ammunition!" Their superiority has been lost in our turns, and now we only need to launch the last offensive to stick the bayonet into the chest of the German invaders! Blessed Virgin Mary, for France! ”

"For France!" The soldiers let out a roar of rage.

"Toot!" A sharp whistle sounded, and the soldiers moved at the sound of the sound, stepping out of their bunkers and launching a new round of onslaught on the German positions not far away.

"Phew!" "Phew!" In the face of the French soldiers who rushed out of the bunkers, there were only a few sporadic gunshots on the German position at first, and it was not until the French troops approached less than 100 meters that the sound of fried bean-like gunfire rang out.

But in addition to rifles, the Germans, who were originally full of automatic firepower, now only have a few MP40 submachine guns that can fire continuously, and there are still a few French Chaterilla light machine guns or British-made Brown light machine guns on some positions, but they are also short bursts, and the sound of tearing cloths that frightened French soldiers at the beginning of the battle has never appeared on the battlefield again.

Everything was as the company commander said before departure, the Germans had run out of ammunition, and the French really only needed one charge to take the German positions.

Bastien was constantly approaching the German positions under the cover of the trees, and to be honest, he had never been so close to the German lines since the beginning of the war, and he could see the moles on the faces of the German soldiers on the other side.

Just as the French soldiers were about to break through the German lines, and the bayonets that were close to the throats of the German soldiers, a strange sound of propellers drowned out the gunfire of both sides.

"What's that? German's? Bastian muttered to himself as he looked at the steel monster levitating in the sky.

And not long after he asked, the "monster" made its position clear with practical actions - two thin green lines swept across the French array, and many French soldiers really saw the Virgin Mary, but with Mary appeared not a beautiful chant, but the sound of a ripper that they never wanted to hear again in their lives!