At this moment, the door to the living room was pushed open, and an infantryman rushed in in a panic. "Sir, we've found something out there, I think you should come out and take a look."

"Oh? Did you all get the hot soup? Wallace stuck the knife in the can, and he stood up, pulled out a handkerchief, and wiped his mouth.

"They're all drinking, chief. The seaside to our southeast is now brightly lit, and we can see people firing signal flares into the sky in that direction, just like in the Guy Fawkes Day commemoration, we can see it when we stand in the yard, half of the sky is lit up, and the squad leader thinks it is a little strange, let me come and ask you to come and have a look. ”

"Huh? Is there such a thing? Wallace's interest was immediately aroused, and he picked up the officer's revolver on the table, opened the magazine to check the volume, and then fastened the hook to the ring under the handle.

Wallace picked up his flat hat from the table and fastened it to his head, and strode towards the door as he inserted his pistol into the holster at his waist.

Opening the door, Wallace found that almost the entire platoon of soldiers had gathered in the courtyard, they were looking at the bright and flickering light show in the distance with great interest, and the soldiers were talking to each other with each other's shoulders and funny, as if they were attending a summer garden party to watch a fireworks display, a few soldiers who boasted good balance climbed the low wall on one side, they were happily pointing at the lights and smoke, and the sudden rise of a flare or colored flare would trigger a burst of shrill cheers and cheers.

Wallace separated the crowd and walked to the gate of the courtyard, where a squad leader handed over a telescope, Wallace nodded to the other party and looked into the distance.

Indeed, as the soldier said, there was a lively celebration of an anniversary in the distance, with bright searchlights swaying towards the sky, and from time to time a shining flare suddenly rose.

What was going on, he couldn't see much from his vantage point, and he found that the place where the light came out should be on a slope or the bottom of a cliff. Almost all of them were obscured by the horizon, and he could only see a sea of light on the horizon and a stream of smoke that swayed up with the sea breeze, like a thin veil of bright light under the reflection of the light, constantly twisting and swaying with the direction of the wind, and finally slowly dissipating into the air.

Suddenly, a fireball suddenly rose from the ground, and a thunderous roar could be heard in the distance. Immediately, Wallace saw a series of tiny points of light slowly flying from the ground towards the sky, like fireflies in a summer field, flickering in the night sky, these points of light slowly connected into a series of shining whips of light, wave after wave swept into the air. From left to right, followed by right to left.

Wallace, who had previously served in Scotland and had never actually seen anti-aircraft fire, curiously observed the novelty in front of him with his binoculars, completely unaware that he was witnessing a real war.

"What is that place? Why are they so careless, don't they have any concept of lighting control? You see, the Germans are throwing bombs over their heads, and they are still turning on the lights so brightly, that they are afraid that the enemy will not be able to see the targets on the ground. This commander should be court-martialed. Cusmo didn't know when he was already on Wallace's side. He also held a telescope and observed the battle situation intently, and at the same time did not forget to give some personal opinions and give an air defense lesson to the soldiers in the platoon.

"Should we get there, I think they must be in need of help right now." Wallace's heroic chivalrous spirit suddenly soared. He felt that as a soldier, he had a duty to do something for his colleagues who were in dire straits in the distance.

"I'm not suggesting that we get involved in this fight, it's not a fight that we can get involved in. We're just infantry, what can you do with those planes? Hit them with a rifle? What people there need now is the Air Force and anti-aircraft guns. By the way, they have anti-aircraft guns, so now only fighters for the Air Force are missing. Without hesitation, Cusmo poured a bucket of cold water on the head of the hot-blooded platoon leader.

"Look. They hit a German plane! Several soldiers shouted loudly, and the rest of the soldiers also saw the plane firmly locked by several searchlight pillars under their guidance, the poor fellow had a bright orange flame in the middle of the fuselage, and after holding on to the light pillar for less than five or six seconds, the fuselage was deflected and fell to the ground with a roar, and the Scottish soldiers who witnessed this rare sight all raised their fists and stomped in cheer, whistling and screaming endlessly.

"It looks like St. Margaret's Beach, the map shows there's an army infantry company and some anti-aircraft artillery units there, and they look like they're doing a good job, but why don't they turn off the damn lights, you see the bombs." Cusmo put down his binoculars and wiped his eyes, then continued to hold the binoculars.

"It should be a slope that stretches towards the sea, and the bombs have landed on the other side of the slope, and we can only see some fire...... Oops! What a big fireball, hell, you look up there, so many planes. Wallace suddenly raised the camera and looked into the air, only to see that under the reflection of the ground lights, the clouds in the entire sky were lit up, and in the background of the clouds, it was clear that the black dots were lined up in a neat diagonal line and slowly flew towards the coast.

"At least thirty of them...... Strange, how did they fly from that direction, and why did the planes of the Germans go around in such a circle. "Kusmo wondered if the planes were coming from the interior of England, and the Germans were supposed to come from across the coast? Could it be that the Germans went around in a circle and deliberately attacked from the rear, and it was really insidious and vicious, and those poor fellows must have been unprepared for an attack from behind.

With the arrival of these bombers, as if some valve had been opened, the town on the coast was frequently lit up with a series of dazzling flashes, because it was blocked by the slope, Wallace did not know what was happening, suddenly a series of dull thunder sounded in the air, a large area of dazzling fire burst in the air burst out of the high altitude, and the smoke from the anti-aircraft artillery shells burst into a black bullet cloud under the reflection of flares and searchlights, which just shrouded half of the group in the middle.

Almost at the same time, flames erupted from the wings and fuselages of several of the planes in the group, one of which disintegrated in a volley after a violent explosion, and the burning debris swirled like fallen leaves to the ground.

"Well played, these Germans, we should let them know how good we are!" Wallace shook his fist excitedly, and then he seemed to have noticed something interesting, and his hands clenched his binoculars and stared into the air.

"Hey man, I think we have work to do." Wallace put down his binoculars and pointed to a certain point in the air to Kusmo.

"Look, parachute, the Germans have skydived." Wallace turned around and ordered loudly to the soldiers in the courtyard: "All bring weapons, let's go catch the German pilots who parachuted, there are at least seven or eight parachutes there, look at the current posture, maybe there will be more later, we better catch them alive, if they don't resist, it's better not to shoot, but if they are not honest, then let these bastards know that we Scotsmen are powerful, the motto of our regiment is ......"

"Whoever offends us will be punished!" The soldiers excitedly shouted out the regimental training of the Scottish Highland Regiment, and then rushed to the rifle stacks set up in the yard.

The infantrymen began to line up with rifles, and they waited with their chests puffed out as the platoon commander reviewed it. "All bayonets." Wallace ordered.

"The Germans will be honest when they see the bayonets, and if they dare to resist, I don't mind using this thing to make another hole in their ass."

Wallace pulled his pistol from its holster, pulled it off and closed it again, and handed it to his left hand. Wallace's orderly ran over with a long canvas bag, and he crouched down beside Wallace, laid it flat on the ground, and then unzipped the bag and took out a quaint Scottish sword from inside.

"Listen now, this is our first time participating in real combat, everyone is following me closely, don't leave the team, and if there is a firefight later, I hope everyone will fight bravely, like a real Scottish man, and don't let your family be disgraced." Wallace raised his greatsword in the air, then pointed at the field outside the courtyard.

"Scotsman, forward!"

"Roar!" The soldier let out a low battle cry, then followed the platoon commander diagonally with his rifle and strode into the wilderness.

The parachutes in the air are indeed starting to increase, as Wallace said. The huge swarms in the sky hummed like swarms, undauntedly in neat formations, weaving through the dense fog of anti-aircraft shells, and with each barrage of barrage, several planes turned into flaming fireballs, or dragged long smoke tails tumbling and screaming and falling to the ground.

But the bomber group still flew over the opposing positions again and again without hesitation, and again and again through the bloody shredders made of high-speed steel sheets, and dropped bombs one bomb after another on the German beachhead.

Suddenly, all anti-aircraft fire came to an abrupt halt without warning, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be quiet all at once, almost making people think that something was wrong with their ears.

The German searchlight beam began to move towards the flanks of the group, and then a series of shining chains of fire appeared in the air, swaying and flying like the long whip of the fire demon, sweeping back and forth in the middle of the group, and finally one end of the fire whip was connected to a British bomber body, and clusters of sparks suddenly appeared on the fuselage of the aircraft, and under the background of the shining sky, people vaguely saw the small shadow on the other end of the fire whip, and the German fighter unit finally entered the battlefield. (To be continued......)