"I said, wouldn't it be nice to let the Germans fight this island," Pierre said to the company commander. Captain Bohr said, "What are we doing here?" ”

"Because the people above want to embody our sense of existence." It was Andrew, his head officer, who answered Pierre, "You know, save zài, they want chips, you know, chips." Next year, it is good to use these chips to grab the presidency. ”

"Regardless of why the people above gave the order," Jean looked back at his eyeliers, "we are soldiers, and we are going to do our duty." ”

"Okay, duty." Pierre pursed his lips, then craned his neck slightly, allowing his eyes to see the outside of the landing craft's high side.

The French landing craft lined up like the Napoleonic Guards, charging towards the coast, their engines roaring and making a massive splash.

Suddenly, Pierre heard a whistling sound in the sky.

Let the captain say in a calm voice: "Bow your head, the shells of the British are coming." ”

Before they could finish speaking, the shells landed next to the landing craft they were on, and the column of water that was set off fell and drenched everyone in a soup at once. The waves created by the explosion caused the landing craft to shake violently.

Someone started vomiting.

Pierre wanted to vomit himself, but the sour and astringent taste of the stomach acid returned made him force the vomiting back.

It doesn't feel good.

Pierre suddenly noticed that the priest of Lianli was clutching the cross he was carrying with him, praying quietly. His kind expression was mixed in with a bunch of nervous faces, and he stood out like that.

Pierre seriously considered for a moment whether he should convert to Christ more devout from now on, and before he could think about the result, the navy operating the landing craft shouted: "30 seconds!" ”

"Well, everyone, please disembark as soon as the hatch is opened, and spread out to the left and right! Do you understand? Well, good luck everyone, we'll see you on the beach! ”

At this point, the landing craft slowed down, and soon the impact of the grounding caused everyone's bodies to sway back and forth. The naval soldiers whistled and at the same time began to turn the hinge that controlled the gate in front of the landing craft.

The gate was lowered with a mechanical noise, followed by machine-gun bullets that instantly pierced the body of the hapless man standing in the front row of the landing craft.

The man was put down like a wheat, and Pierre watched as the man in front of him fell in a large area.

"Onward! Rush out! There is only one dead end in the blockade! "Both Captain and Sergeant Andrei shouted loudly, urging the soldiers, frightened by the sudden raging fire, to push them off the landing craft.

Pierre gritted his teeth, raised his leg and rushed forward, only to be halfway through the rush and tripped over the fallen man and fell to the floor of the landing craft, he cursed, but then the enemy fire came again, and many of the buddies who were still standing fell to the ground. Pierre continued cursing, crawling out of the landing craft and into the water. The water was not deep, barely above Pierre's knees, and he struggled to his feet and rushed towards the nearest triangular cone. Pierre, having shielded himself with a triangular pyramid, let out a breath and lay there for a few seconds before mustering the courage to look at the beachhead.

The British bunkers on the beach were spewing tongues of fire indiscriminately, and it was said that they had been strengthening the defenses of Malta since the beginning of the war, and now it seems that they were not coping with their errands, and there were at least two permanent concrete bunkers in Pier's field of vision, on which traces of previous air bombing could be seen, but apparently these bunkers had not been completely destroyed as reported by the air force - in fact Pierre suspected that the bunkers were unscathed.

At the moment when the idea was born, Pierre Zhòng doubted the possibility of seizing the beachhead.

But then he heard someone shouting, "Rush to the beach!" Here we will be killed sooner or later, and these barricades will not last long! Wash up on the beach! ”

Pierre saw that someone had begun to follow the instructions to leave his current shelter and crash into the sand, so he struggled to his feet and began to run forward, feeling the bullets whistling almost against his face.

Tension and distance exercise caused his breathing to become very rapid, and his lungs hallucinated to burn from the rapid breathing.

The sandy beach is just ahead.

At this time, the person who ran in front of him was shot, and then the barrage of the British was lucky not to "harvest" him away.

Immediately afterward, a cannonball landed not far from Pierre, and the shock wave hit him in the back hard, sending him flying more than a meter before crashing into the mudflat, which was still a few centimeters deep.

The heavy impact of the shock wave and the huge explosion of the cannonball caused Pierre to sink into Yan zhòng's tinnitus, and his brain seemed to be temporarily suspended because of the impact, and he stared blankly at the unfolding of the qiē around him, as if he were an outsider, watching a war movie.

He saw someone pick up his severed arm on the beach, put it in his bag, and drag it on, and he saw a corporal trying to drag the shot soldier to one of the few shelters on the beach, where they were presumably intending to set up a front-line rescue center.

He saw that the priest who was calm and comfortable on the boat was still calm, he was holding the Bible, holding the hand of an unlucky man who was still angry, and he was whispering something - the unlucky man's X-son had been beaten out, and he knew that he was hopeless.

Gradually, the tinnitus receded, and the voices belonging to the world returned.

The fierce sound of shooting, explosions, and the terrible wails of those who had been shot with no regard for the feelings of others made the purgatory-like scene all the more terrifying.

Pierre gasped for air, trying to calm his nerves.

Finally, he mustered up his courage again, got up from the ground, rushed to the beach, and rushed all the way to the place where his company's men were lying on their stomachs.

"Wait a minute!" André stopped Pierre, "Where's your assault rifle?" ”

Pierre realized that he didn't know when his gun had fallen - it was not accurate, because it had been in his hand.

It must have been lost when climbing out of the landing craft.

"Go find a gun! Fast! Andrei urged.

Pierre had no choice but to leave the safety of shelter again, but fortunately, now that the French assault rifle was also popular, Pierre didn't go far to pick one up next to the corpse.

He returned to his comrades in the company, began to tear the film that sealed the outside of the gun with his hands, and after taking the gun out, Pierre took out a magazine, knocked it on the helmet, knocked out some sand, and then inserted the magazine into the chamber of the gun and loaded it.

Suddenly, he heard a sound from the BIU and was startled, and at the same time, he turned his head to look in the direction where the sound came from, only to find that the guy next to him was looking like he was not dying, and he clearly saw a scratch mark on his helmet - it was obviously from the bullet.

"How lucky, buddy." Pierre exclaimed.

The buddy apparently thought the same thing, and he took off his helmet and touched his immortal Heavenly Spirit Cover, only to have a bullet pierce his skull at this moment.

Blood dripped onto Pierre.