Paris - the city of lights.

Webster sat in the hotel, he lived on the highest floor, which was his own request. Because from the window you can see the Seine. The scenery here is still beautiful. Although Paris has survived the First World War and now the Second World War, the beautiful city has not been spoiled at all. Although Hitler ordered Paris to be destroyed, the commander of the German garrison in Paris, Dietrich? Feng? General Scholtitz was torn between his conscience and Hitler's allegiance, and in the end his conscience prevailed, and he managed to delay and work with the Allies to save the beautiful city from deliberate and artillery destruction.

Webster sat at the window, writing his words. This is his habit, he is used to writing down everything he has in the war. He poetically imagined that it must be a wonderful thing to write a letter in front of the picturesque Seine in this beautiful and symbolic city.

Caber, Hux, Miller, Hefflang, and others, who had come with him to Paris, went out to have fun. When Caber arrived in Paris, he shouted like a hillbilly in the streets, which made all four of his companions blush a little. But the guy didn't care at all, and kept greeting the young girl on the road in a strange tone, which caused passers-by to look sideways and the girls to laugh.

“…… This market garden operation gave me a whole new concept of war, our platoon commander is like an artist of war, he is like a man of war, he is like he was born for war, even though he is only a platoon commander, but we can feel that the balance of war can become unbalanced because of him......"

"I witnessed the bloodshed and cruelty of this war, watching the British soldiers on the docks and in the middle of the Rhine, slaughtered by the Germans, but unable to do anything about it, the feeling was very painful, I have never seen such a bloody scene, like a slaughterhouse, the cruelty in the human soul is completely released by the demon of war, in exchange for flesh and blood, and miserable and helpless screams. This is the reason why I hate war, and it scares me far more than the one in Normandy......"

“…… But I've also seen a much faster war, we move the Germans, the British, and the Polish, and I even feel like I'm the master of the war, and they're all revolving around us, setting off fireworks for us, and that's a feeling of mine, and I don't even hate this war that much, and I even look forward to what the next great thing will be......"

“… I admit that I have a contradiction in my heart right now, struggling with longing and boredom, but there is one thing that I am very, very thankful for, and that is that I am alive until now, and I can only experience this feeling if I am alive. And, I hope, until the end of the war, I will still be able to record these things......"

Webster sat by the window and recorded, while his companions were like beasts in heat. They rampage through the streets of Paris, venting their post-war energy.

"I hope we don't alarm those gendarmes!" Huxl once again saw that after Camber slapped what he thought was the girl's buttocks, he screamed, his eyes widened, and he turned to Heflang and said.

"Karber, why can't you just stop a little?" Hefflang exclaimed worriedly.

"Don't worry, folks, the Allies are the heroes of the rescue of Paris, they won't call in the gendarmes." Kaber snapped his fingers at them, and the girl he slapped on the buttocks really had no intention of solving the problem with the gendarmes, and she even smiled at Kaber when she was frightened, which made Kaber even more proud.

"Oh, forget it, Caber, it's not us who liberated Paris, it's the brothers of the 4th Infantry Division!" Miller was a little tired of Carber, this guy would never have invited him if he hadn't asked for it to come with him, and other people should think the same way, thinking about his attitude towards himself as a recruit and just entering the camp, it was really a headache.

"Why don't we get down to business here? Well, we're here for a fee, right? There's coffee in the open air, so why don't we have a cup of coffee and then talk about our plans for the next few days? Hefflang said.

"Great idea!" Miller and Huxl raised their hands.

"Okay, guys, listen to you." Kaber apparently agreed.

The four of them found a table in a street and sat down, surrounded by soldiers on leave in Paris, British, Poles, French, Americans, officers and soldiers, all talking enthusiastically, and those who were excited about the war were obviously the recruits.

"Coffee!" Kaber raised his hand to the waiter.

Four cups of coffee were served, and Kaber spoke, "Okay, guys, what are we going to do now?" How about going to a bar during the day and looking for a girl at night? ”

"Nice offer!" Hux nodded.

"Well, I have an idea!" "It's the first time I've been to Paris in my life, God knows if I'll be able to come here in the future, I want to look around here, it's a daytime activity, and of course we can go for a drink at night, and then we'll find a girl." Guys, I don't want to let myself run away in wine and women, which would be better than a small town in Virginia. There are women and bars everywhere, but there is only one in Paris! How? Guys! ”

"I second!" Miller raised his hand.

"Tut-tut, I knew it was like that, and the result of sitting down and discussing it was that like us donkeys and elephants (the two parties in the United States) were going to get into trouble arguing all day long, and we couldn't get anything done!" Kaber raised his hands in annoyance, and slapped him on the thigh. Just then, his chair was bumped by a soldier who was leaning against him and laughing. The coffee in his cup almost spilled.

"Hey!" Karber was about to turn around to vent, but was stopped by Heflang, who was beside him.

"Alright, Kaber, let's not get into trouble, we're here to have fun, not trouble!" Hevron persuaded.

"Damn it!" Kaber shrugged his shoulders.

But the guy didn't even care that he had crashed into someone else's chair. But they managed to get the attention of Karbor and the others, and then they heard this guy talking there.

"Recruit training, recruit training for paratroopers is unimaginable, do you know what I did in recruit training?" The guy was still frowning and saying, "I ate rats when I was training for recruits!" ”

Suddenly, several people sitting around the guy let out an exclamation of "oh", obviously fooled by what the guy said, because the scene was calmed, the guy became more and more energetic, and continued: "That's my first, and then there are more disgusting than this." God, I don't even know if I was trained to be a killing machine for the Germans. ”

"Poof—" Hefflang couldn't help but squirt a sip of coffee on Kaber's body.

"Hey, here's my new dress, you stained it, damn it!" Kaber couldn't help but be a little dissatisfied, and then took out a handkerchief stupidly, ready to wipe it, but unexpectedly, the guy who was giving a speech next to him was still in excitement, he leaned back again, this time he actually leaned back with a lot of force, and Kaber, who was about to lower his head to wipe the water stains, hit his head on the table.

"Damn, is there something wrong with you guys?" Kaber couldn't help but stand up, turned around and yelled at the four people sitting next to him, he pointed at the paratrooper who had just been talking about it and said angrily, "Shut up, you bullshit worthless things, don't be presumptuous, damn recruit, have you only seen Germans in propaganda posters?" You've soiled my uniform, and this is my new uniform. ”

The four men stood up, and then the guy looked at Kaber, and then saw the paratrooper badge on his chest and couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry, but what I said is true." ”

Kaber couldn't help but sneer, "Really? What the hell, you goddamn rookie is talking big, you've landed in Normandy? Have you ever experienced Operation Market Garden? Have you occupied the Arnhem Bridge? You saved the lives of the British and Poles? Don't brag about your stuff that doesn't make you any more glorious. ”

"You-you are-" the guy stammered, and he clearly realized that there was something wrong with these four guys.

"A platoon of Company E of the 101st Regiment of the 506th Airborne Division! Remember, recruits, you've heard of it! Kaber stared at him with a little swagger.

"Oh my God! I'm sorry! Brothers! The guy exclaimed, looking at Caber. Then the three people behind him also grew their mouths and made exclamatory sounds.

"Your coffee, we've got it, brothers!" The guy hurriedly changed his smiling face, and it was obvious that the deeds of the first row of E Company had spread among the allies, especially after the propaganda of the newspapers, the brothers in the first row had big long faces. For a time, they became almost synonymous with the bravery of paratroopers.

"Alright! For the sake of the paratroopers! "Kaber is clearly okay with coffee that doesn't pay.

"I'm a reinforcement of the 82nd Division, well, tomorrow we have to report for duty, and we have a chance to go to the battlefield. I'm Waite, and this is my three friends, a supplement to the 4th Infantry Division. We are a local conscript! The paratrooper said.

"Alright, Waite, thanks for the coffee, we're leaving!" Heflang stood up and said to the four, "It's a pleasure to meet you!" He hinted at Kaber and motioned for him to leave.

Watching the four of them leave, Waite shouted loudly, "Hey, brothers, haven't told me your names yet, can I invite you to drink tonight?" Tell us about the Panther! ”

"My name is Kaber!" Karber replied loudly, "Let's talk about it when we have a chance!" ”

The four of them left the place, and it was obvious that they could gain the respect of others, which made all four of them very happy.

"God, we're famous!" Kaber was especially excited.

"Our action is called Black Panther, God, I can't imagine it!" Hux's eyes narrowed, his eyes full of smiles.

"Well, let's run like a panther among the girls of Paris!" Karber let out a whim.

Black Panther, the term has spread within the Allies. It is like a plague that infects every soldier. Make every new soldier fascinated.

(To be continued)