Chapter 50: Setting Foot in Normandy
Chapter 50: Setting Foot in Normandy
C-47 flies in the sky, crossing the English Channel in a cloudless night sky.
Parks looked out the window. He saw a sight that he would never forget in his previous life or in this life, an assault fleet of 6,000 ships heading for Normandy. Even in the night sky, the dense black ships flickered with lights. Such a scene may only be seen at this moment in this life, even if it cannot be seen again in the future.
"We're going to get started!" Parks muttered.
"It's so great!" Joe Toy, who was sitting next to Parks, couldn't help but sigh, he was also looking down just now, "This is a miracle of the world." β
Parks nodded in agreement. Compared with such a great action, how small you are, as small as a drop of water in the ocean, too insignificant. At this time, the people in the cabin heard the conversation between the two, and they all looked down, and then they were speechless for a long time, and they were also shocked.
It took a while for the brothers in the cabin to come to their senses, and then they didn't say a word. Suddenly, Dec Kaber, who was sitting across from Parks, had a twitch in his stomach and vomited "poof".
"It's okay, man, it's okay, don't be nervous!" Parks reached out and patted him on the head.
Thoy felt his stomach twitch a little, too, but he held back. After fumbling in his pocket for a while, he found a cigarette, but he couldn't find a fire, so he put it back in his pocket. Goneri played with the metal cricket signal with his hand, making a series of monotonous sounds.
Smith held the cross in his hand and kept muttering, "Our Father in heaven, do not expose us to temptation, but deliver us from evil." For all is yours in the kingdom, and in the power, and in the glory, for ever, Amen! Then he made a cross on his chest. He looked very religious, and he had always been a devout Christian.
Tibo kept checking his parachute and his equipment. White's eyes lit up, his eyes blazing and his expression excited, looking out and staring at the skydiving signal next to Parks. Keep pursing your mouth and keep looking.
"Nervous?" Parks smiled at him, and to be honest, he had the best relationship with White in E-Company.
Huai Ting nodded, then shook his head again, "No, not at all." I can't wait! Then he nodded a little, "Actually, it's still a little." β
At 1 a.m. on 6 June, the group flew over the small island between Guernsey and Jersey.
The pilot on Parks' plane shouted at him, "20 minutes to go." The purser came over and opened the door. Suddenly, a fresh wind blew in violently, and the turbid air in the cabin was immediately blown away. It also allowed him to see the coastline below.
After flying over the coastline, the group encountered thick clouds. The formation of the fleet began to disperse. The lead V-shape flew straight ahead, while the two V-shapes that followed behind changed direction. Those on the right turn to the right, while those on the left turn left. But the drivers lost their bearings. At this time, blue, green and red tracer shells pierced the night sky, and the German anti-aircraft guns began to fire.
"It's a small-caliber, 2-mm anti-aircraft gun." Parks listened sideways, "And the 40 mm one." β
"The red light is on, Parks!" Suddenly White shouted, staring at the signal light.
Parks sorted out his gear, then stood up, walked at the front of the cabin, and raised his hand gesture: "Stand up!" β
"Take the bait!" Parks shouted loudly, his voice drowned out the sound of anti-aircraft machine guns outside the cabin and the roar of planes. All the brothers in the cabin stood up and hung up their umbrellas.
"Check your gear!" Parks shouted, "Report the equipment inspection!" β
"Ten is ready!"
"Nine is ready!"
β¦β¦
"One is ready!"
At this time, a sudden 20-mm bullet from an anti-aircraft gun hit the fuselage, causing the plane to shake violently, and the bullet had just passed through the place where several brothers were sitting. Suddenly, many people were speechless, and they were stunned.
The plane passed through the clouds, but came under more intense artillery fire. The pilots were terrified, and the vast majority of them had no real combat experience. They don't want to do anything other than to speed up desperately, they just need to desperately escape from this place to make themselves feel at ease. Watching the fire that burst out of the body that kept exploding in the air, and the huge explosion sound of the plane emitting billowing smoke and plunging to the ground, everyone was terrified.
While dodging artillery fire, the plane began to shake violently. Many of the brothers were unsteady on their feet, and they had to desperately hold on to whatever they could hold on to their hands to keep their bodies a little balanced.
"Boom-" Parks' plane suddenly caught fire on the left wing. Because it was close to the door of the cabin, a wave of heat suddenly swept over, and suddenly someone shouted.
"My eyesβ" shouted Smith, who covered his face with one hand.
"Are you okay? Smith! Parks shouted loudly.
"I'm fine, I was scared just now!" Smith replied equally loudly. At this time, the fuselage suddenly underwent a serious shift. It seems that the wing was damaged, leaving the plane on the verge of losing control.
The brothers staggered and collided into a ball.
"Tell them to skydive!" The purser said to the captain, "If they don't jump, they don't have to jump." β
"Okay, turn on the traffic lights!" The captain nodded. He couldn't control it, and the plane was out of control.
"Jump, Parks, we're going to be done if we don't jump any more!" White shouted from the sidelines. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the signal light turn green.
"Jump!" Parks shouted loudly, and threw himself headlong into the night. The brothers in the cabin desperately squeezed towards the cabin door, and one by one, they threw themselves into the night sky. The waiting and order of the usual training was completely useless, they just wanted to get out of this place quickly and give themselves to God.
"Whew-", the parachute opened in the night sky, Parks looked at the sky full of round parachutes floating in the air, at this time he suddenly remembered the dandelions floating in the air, they could not control their own destiny, falling with the wind, and now he still has these 13,400 excellent American paratroopers, aren't they just like dandelions, floating in unknown directions and to the ground?
Tracer bullets emitted huge sparks in the air, like fireworks from their hometown, and anti-aircraft machine guns sprayed bullets like long fire dragons, winding through the air. There were also crashed planes on the ground, which were burning in clusters of fire.
After two years of training, today I finally landed!
"Whoa!" With a thud, the falling mountain hung on a branch in the woods, and then with a loud "click" sound, it broke a branch, and Parks was hung in the air. At this time, the sound of someone landing on the ground was heard not far away.
"Lightning!" Parks whispered at the place where the noise was made.
"Thunder!" The other party came with a password, and then a very surprised voice, "Is it Parks?" β
"Christenson?" Parks heard the man's voice. At this time, he also untied the knot of the parachute hanging from the tree, jumped off the branch, and then touched his leg bag, but it was empty. He had the same bad luck as Lieutenant Winters, and his leg bag was lost. He couldn't help but cry out in frustration. But luckily, he also has a paratrooper knife. A pistol. This is a blessing in disguise.
"Come here, Christenson!" Parks gestured to him in a low voice, "Is your weapon still there?" β
Christenson walked over cautiously, then shook his head: "I lost my weapon!" "He's a machine gunner and obviously he's empty-handed right now.
"Not even a dagger?" Parks smiled wryly.
Christensen shrugged: "All! β
"Here's for you!" Parks handed the pistol over, "But there are no more bullets, save yourself, it seems that we still have a way to go." We've got to find the rally point and join up with the rest of the brothers! β
"Do you know where we are?"
"Yes, Normandy!" Parks made a joke, then stood up and looked around, "I'll look for it, there's always something for us to use as a reference." Then he took a compass out of his pocket, hid in the bushes, shone it with a flashlight, vaguely judged the direction, and then said to Christen, "All right, let's go!" β
"In which direction?"
"To our own brothers, of course. I think we missed the location. Do you still want to go to the German command for coffee at this time? Just follow me. Parks keenly judged his direction and led Christenson quietly forward in the dark.
"Damn, it's a bad airborne!" Christenson cursed in a low voice.
"No, at least we know what we're doing!" Parks' tone was a little low, "There are still a lot of brothers, they haven't even landed, it's our luck, Christenson, at least we're still alive." β
yes, alive. Christensen didn't speak, except occasionally looked up at the sky, where cannon fire flickered.
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