The shimmering incandescent light on the ground shone on the thick smoke, like a snow-white carpet of light over the town, and from above, the British bombers stood out like flies parked on white sheets.

The German fighters effortlessly picked their targets and dived down from a high altitude, and the machine gun shooters of the British bombers only returned two or three rounds before the muzzle flames of their own machine guns flashed into their eyes, and at this time they only saw a cloud of light and shadow in front of them, and could only blindly shoot at the night sky.

The German pilots easily slipped these defenseless targets into the aura of shooting, and the flaming whip swept by, and the British bombers sprayed flames and tumbled and fell like a swarm of flies.

Some lucky guys scrambled out of the plane, but many more were not given a chance to escape, and the pilots could only scream into the radio. Whether it's an ugly Hampton or a sturdy Wellington, they all turn into wisps of smoke that dissipate in the wind, or fall to the ground into a blazing fireball, or fall into the sea to stir up a column of water that soars into the sky.

"Catch alive, catch alive!" Wallace excitedly trotted in front of the group, his sword on his shoulder, cheering loudly for his men.

"After tonight, the men in the camp will be the envy of us, and they will say that you are a lucky bunch of lucky men who have captured German prisoners the first time you go into battle. You may be awarded a medal from above, but of course my medal must be bigger than yours. Why? For I am your commander. Maybe I'll be promoted to the next rank, and maybe by the end of the year you'll call me a company commander. ”

"There's a guy over there that's about to hit the ground, everyone pay attention, remember where those bastards landed, there's bushes everywhere, don't let them hide." Cusmo ran at the head of the line on the right flank with a Thomson submachine gun.

"Hey, you see, our fighter has finally appeared. I thought they all dared to hide behind the anti-aircraft guns in London. One soldier laughed and said that the RAF fighter unit had become synonymous with cowardice, but this could only be joked in private, and anyone who publicly made such statements in the military would be immediately court-martialed, so the soldier was immediately reprimanded by Kusmo.

"Don't talk nonsense here, they played well, and if I hear you say such strange things, you will go to the cooking class for me to peel potatoes for a week, don't say I didn't warn you."

"Got it. Sergeant Major. I just want to liven up the atmosphere and promise not to do it again in the future. The soldier also knew that he was a little unscrupulous, so he quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"Look, there's a unit over there that's also catching pilots who are parachuting." A sharp soldier pointed forward with a rifle, and under the constantly shining sky, the distant wasteland flickered and darkened, and a group of black shadows could be faintly seen, like Wallace's side, in a sparse line of skirmishers, outflanking a pilot who had already landed.

"Huh? Shot! Cusmo looked at the dark shadows in the distance, puzzled. Suddenly, a few flashes of fire were seen, followed by the crisp sound of gunfire. The pilot, apparently not ready to be captured, engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the captured infantrymen.

The pilot fired his pistol in all directions as he scrambled towards the woods on one side. But he didn't get far. The infantrymen fired a salvo at him, and the pilot fell in response, and several infantrymen surrounded him and looked over the fallen pilot. The two infantrymen then lifted him up and put him on his shoulders and began to turn and retreat towards the rear.

"It seems to be St. Margaret's garrison, and they have also come out to take prisoners." Wallace shouted to his men.

"Speed up. Don't let those people finish the captives, although these are their results, but since we are on the scene, of course we should also have a share. "The Scots are ready to start being unreasonable, after all, military feats are rare, and there is absolutely no room for the slightest concession.

"Hey, there's a guy over there who landed." A soldier shouted. Less than ten meters away from Wallace and them, a parachute fell, and the pilot landed in a somewhat awkward manner, and he rolled twice on the ground before finally stabilizing his position.

The pilot seemed to have no hesitant to cared for the infantry running towards him, and he stood up and dragged the parachute behind him with all his might.

"Don't move! Germans, hands up! Wallace shouted at the pilot.

"Don't stand stupid, don't come and help." The pilot glanced at the Scottish infantry in a half-circle with rifles, and complained loudly.

"Hell! Are you British? Cusmo immediately heard the other party's accent, and then looked closely into the light, the uniform and dress were not the same as the British Royal Air Force.

"You're a fighter pilot, you're doing a good job, you've shot down so many German bombers." At Cusmo's signal, several soldiers stepped forward to help the pilot pack his parachute.

"Are you all fools? The fighters were all Germans, the Germans had landed on that beach, and my squadron was here to bomb them. How could you not know, by the way, which unit you are, why are you here, haven't you met the Germans? "The pilot was a little surprised by the presence of British ground forces here, and had been told before take-off that there were no British ground forces within ten kilometers of the surrounding area, except for the Dover area. The pilot became alert, and his hand slowly moved to the pistol holster at his waist.

"We were from the Royal Scottish Highlanders, and we were ordered to go to Sutford Farm, but we got lost here, and we were resting at the farm over there, and we happened to see the battle here. Wait a minute, you said the Germans landed, and under that light was the Germans? Wallace finally reacted, and he was immediately stunned by the news told by the other party.

"I really don't know what to say about you being stationed less than a mile from the German beachhead." The pilot was also surprised by this fact, which was so strange that he didn't know how to react for a while.

"No, since the positions over there are all Germans, then the ones in front are ......," Kusmo exclaimed suddenly, pointing to the infantry group that was still sweeping and capturing the parachutists in the distance.

"I suggest retreat immediately, they are outnumbered by you, and by daybreak the army will surround this place. So we don't have to confront them head-on. "The pilot threw away the flight headset and took off his life jacket, revealing the rank of captain on his uniform.

"I'm Captain Reddick of the 46th Bomber Squadron, and I'm glad to meet you here, and I'll testify to you that you bravely saved me from the Germans."

"Platoon Commander Wallace, Second Platoon, Second Company, 1st Battalion, Scottish Highland Regiment, it's a pleasure to meet you, Captain." Wallace pulled his sword from the soil beside him.

"I'm very sorry, it seems that it is too late for us to retreat now, the Germans have already come." Wallace pulled out his pistol and unleashed the hammer.

"Captain, I suggest you join us now in the fight for your life. There is also a force that has been outflanked from the flanks, and we can only hope of a successful retreat if we break through the enemy in front of us, and only by crushing one of them. ”

"Oh God, I knew you Scots were going mad when you went into battle." Captain Reddick reluctantly pulled his Browning pistol from his holster.

"You haven't seen a really crazy Scotsman." Kusmo walked up to the pilot, took a grenade from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

"Well, gentlemen, it is a pleasure to serve with you. It's our first battle, and maybe our last, so let's go ahead and show the Germans what a Scottish man can do! Scots. Advance! Wallace raised his sword aloft, and then roared and charged at the approaching German infantry.

"Roar!" The infantrymen raised their bayonets and followed their platoon commanders to charge the enemy.

Approaching was a German paratrooper unit, who had already noticed the Scottish infantry platoon when they were capturing the first pilot. When Wallace and the others catch up with Reddick. It even attracted the attention of these paratroopers, because the communication between the two sides was very harmonious, and there was no conflict at all. The paratroopers were very frustrated by the happy scene, why did they tear and bite when they arrived, and took out their pistols and shot indiscriminately, could it be that this was really related to the personal qualities that the female flight wing captain said?

The commander of the paratrooper company decided to go forward to find out, but they were actually not sure whether the group on the opposite side was friend or foe, so according to the battlefield regulations, a paratrooper platoon was divided into a platoon to outflank the other side from the flank, and the command platoon began to approach from the front, and the remaining platoon continued to search for enemy parachutists.

The flares and explosive flashes in the air illuminated the ground flickering, seriously interfering with the human eye's recognition of objects in the field of vision, and the German paratroopers vaguely saw that the other party should be wearing skirts, so the paratroopers began to wonder if there were any female soldiers in the landing force.

Before the paratroopers could come up with an ugly figure, the group of guys in skirts roared angrily and pounced on them, and found that the other party was actually a man, which immediately frightened the paratroopers into a burst of chickens and dogs.

Encountering a strong man screaming in the dark wilderness, rushing towards you with a rifle, it can only be regarded as an ordinary action movie at best, if the strong man is still wearing a skirt, this picture will directly become a horror thriller, okay.

"It's the Scottish infantry! They are British! Attack! Attack! "There was no shortage of well-informed fellows among the paratroopers, such as the commander of the paratrooper company who was commanding the first platoon, and he was now ashamed that he had just taken two steps back in fright, and in his anger, the paratrooper lieutenant roared angrily and met the Scottish infantrymen with his pistol in hand.

The paratroopers were caught off guard by the speed of the Scots, and the Scottish infantry rushed into the paratroopers, and the two sides were immediately scuffled, with soldiers on both sides shooting at each other at a distance of a car, causing terrible casualties in a matter of seconds. More than a dozen German paratroopers were stabbed by the Scottish guns and stabbed to the ground, and a similar number of soldiers on the Scots' side were hit by German submachine guns and rifles and lost their combat capabilities.

Before the Scottish machine gunner could fire two rounds, he was shot in the head by a German infantryman. The men and horses on both sides were wrenched together, and the German machine gunners retreated to the rear at the first time, and no one dared to throw grenades and grenades into the crowd at this time, and the scene became a world of small arms and cold weapons.

In contrast, the Germans had the absolute upper hand in numbers, and this one-for-one war of attrition was actually very bad for the Scots, and after the first round of scuffle, both sides did not have time to reload, and the battle immediately entered the bloody hand-to-hand combat phase.

Wallace brandished his family sword with one hand, and with the other he quickly fired six rounds from his pistol at the German paratroopers. Then he didn't care whether he hit or not, put the pistol back in the holster, picked up his sword with both hands and slashed at one of the paratroopers.

The paratrooper was terrified, what was the situation, when did the British start to distribute such ferocious cold weapons. Looking at the MP40 submachine gun in his hand, the paratrooper really wanted to cry without tears, so he could only raise the submachine gun to resist the opponent's chopping.

A crisp metal impact sounded, the sword slashed on the receiver of the German submachine gun bounced high, the steel blade left indelible marks on the submachine gun, the heavy slash made the German paratrooper lose his balance, and could only kneel on one leg, seeing the tall enemy pick up the big sword again, the second slash was about to fall, the paratrooper began to pray in his heart, he knew that he might not be able to catch this attack.

At this moment, the paratrooper felt a huge force hit his shoulder, and he suddenly rolled out of his head. At this time, Wallace had already accumulated his strength to the apex, and the long Scottish sword slashed down like a thunderbolt, and an even louder metal impact sounded, and the sword was blocked again, and it drew a beautiful half-arc and pointed straight at the night sky.

Wallace felt the tremendous force coming from his arm, and he couldn't help but take a step back, holding the sword flat in front of his chest with both hands, the tip of the sword pointed directly at his new opponent.

"Luftwaffe Lieutenant Wolf. Feng. Clausen, a Hessian. The paratrooper lieutenant spread his legs, raised his half-sword in his hand, then lowered it to his chest, raised his blade, and gave a swordsman salute to Wallace.

"British Army Second Lieutenant Kevin. Wallace, a Scotsman. Wallace withdrew his sword and returned a swordsman salute as well.

Both sides had forgotten about the ongoing battle around them, and their eyes were only on the opponent in front of them. By this time the Scottish infantry had already suffered all the casualties, and some of the German paratroopers began to clear the battlefield to treat the wounded and capture prisoners, while the rest of the paratroopers were armed and formed a circle around the two fighters, all of whom watched with bated breath as they watched the sacred duel.

With two furious roars, the two swords slammed together again. (To be continued......)