"Hello to the audience. Here, Britain's 1st Revenge Landing Force, I'm Jimmy, a reporter on the spot. "On the troop carrier riding the wind and waves, a journalist wearing body armor is reporting from the author's scene.

"Fourteen hours have passed since Britain's declaration of war on the Dark Council.

Three hours earlier, my landing force, which had departed from Port Allen, England, was preparing to force a landing in Germany. Now that the German coastline is within easy reach, I will interview the commander of this landing operation, General Eisen. ”

Jimmy finished saying the above sentence, and the camera turned to a middle-aged general wearing a lieutenant general's uniform.

"Hello everyone, I'm the landing commander, General Eisen."

General Eisen is a Northern Irishman, wearing a crisp general uniform and looking like an energetic lion and very aggressive. Even, if not in a lieutenant general's uniform. The first time you see General Eisen, you're afraid that you will think of him as a bodybuilder or a strong martial artist.

"General Eisen, what is your personal view of this landing plan?" Jimmy holds the microphone and asks questions, because the sound of the ebb and flow of the waves fills the live broadcast with noise.

"I think it's going to be a triumphant landing. In order to punish the evil dark alliance, the military "British Army" has developed a complete strategic plan in the shortest possible time. Believing in our suddenness will become a lingering nightmare for the enemy. ”

General Eisen's tone was very tough, and as he spoke, he shook his right hand into a fist and waved it vigorously.

Hearing General Eisen's rhetoric, Jimmy, as a reporter, quickly grasped the highlight of the story.

"Your Excellency, in your speech, I heard the words victory and nightmare.

Excuse me, why are you so convinced that the landing force you lead will definitely succeed in advancing close to Germany? Didn't you think about it, maybe it would be an unsuccessful landing? ”

Jimmy chased after the questions, wanting more scoops.

However, General Eisen, who heard these doubts, felt bad in his heart for Jimmy who said such a question.

"Sir, if you are an Englishman, you should not doubt the British army." General Eisen's face was displeased, and as a commander with incredible self-confidence, he could not allow anyone to question him. Not to mention these words that disturbed the morale of the army, they still came from the mouth of a person who remembered it on the spot.

General Eisen's displeasure is undoubtedly good news for Jimmy, who is good at producing cutting-edge news.

Journalists, a special group, are the most undisciplined group of people.

To Jimmy, General Eisen is like a glowing electric lamp, and he is a moth desperate to catch the light.

"Your Excellency, in your words, I heard a strong desire for victory. Obviously, in this intense desire, you don't allow others to question it. As a front-line live broadcast reporter, I would like to ask you seriously, don't you think that this kind of confidence will bring destruction in many cases? ”

Jimmy's questions are becoming more and more acute and even mean, and such news full of gunpowder smell is undoubtedly the favorite thing for ordinary people to see. Of course, for General Eisen, Jimmy, who asked this question, was an out-and-out villain.

"This damn guy, if it weren't for the live broadcast, I would have wanted to kill him!" General Eisen scolded in his heart, but in the midst of free public opinion, the general also knew this, and the journalists, known as the pen killers, were not a group of people to mess with.

"If you have questions, go ask my soldiers. They will tell you the secret of my confidence. General Eisen forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and waved his hand at the camera: "This is the end of the interview with me, you can go somewhere else." ”

General Eisen waved his hand and left without taking a cloud with him.

Jimmy, who was in charge of the live broadcast, was a little dumbfounded as he watched the back of General Eisen's departure. Even, he wanted to rush up and ask something, but the soldier in charge of the guard would not give Jimmy this chance.

"General Eisen, it's time to take command of his landing ship. Our interview doesn't end there, though. Now, with our sincerest applause, please let us out the first batch of Scream Squads to log in! ”

Jimmy quickly hides the embarrassment of the failed interview, and leads the members of the camera crew to a sinking assault boat.

This devolved assault boat is made up of a special operations team called Scream.

This special operations team will be the first to log in and become the first British troops to rush onto the German coastline.

"Hello, soldiers. I'm a live correspondent for BBC and my name is Jimmy! ”

Jimmy, who was accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, approached the group of soldiers without any hesitation, and began to speak first: "Your General Eisen is very optimistic about this landing plan. Soldiers, can you tell me how you feel, do you think this landing will be smooth sailing? ”

"Yes, definitely. We are the best, nothing can stop us! The first to answer was a heavily armed black soldier.

The black soldier chews gum in his mouth, full of confidence under Jimmy's camera. And in just three sentences, at least five looks have been changed, and it looks like a reality show.

"May I take the liberty of asking, where does your faith come from?" Seeing that both the generals and the soldiers had a firm hope of victory, Jimmy couldn't help but feel a little painful.

The most important thing for a good journalist is to grasp the contradictions in the news, rather than following the other party's topic with the crowd.

As a gold medal reporter, Jimmy's least favorite thing is that the whole news has a tone, because the news is too official because of this, and it is by no means something that ordinary people like to listen to.

"We are confident because we have the best weapons, the best tactics, the best soldiers! Of course, the main thing is that we were supported by aircraft before we received orders. There are 1,200 planes from the countries of the European Union, and these are our allies! ”

The black man laughed, revealing a row of white teeth.

And as if to confirm the words of the black soldier, the roar of airplanes suddenly came from the sky, and the sky covered the sky and rushed towards the German coastline.

"Look, it's our planes, they're going to bomb the front!"

"Bomb, it's better to bomb all the way to Berlin, so that the Dark Council can also taste our power!"

Seeing the planes flying overhead, cheers rang out one after another on the Second Landing Fleet.

As we all know, landing under the cover of bombing is undoubtedly the easiest and easiest thing to do.

That's 1,200 planes, which is enough to wipe out a city.

In the eyes of everyone, this landing battle was like a carnival, and there would be no resistance at all.

Along the way, it departs from Port Ellen in England, crosses the Baltic Strait, and lands at the mouth of the sea between Poland and Germany, and goes straight to Berlin, the heart of Germany.

This is a set of battle plans that are clear at a glance, simple and practical.

But for Germany, which is surrounded by the EU countries of France, Poland, the Netherlands, Austria, and Belgium, this simple plan is very effective.

"Handsome boys, our feast is about to begin. Grab your weapons and get ready to kick the Dark Council in the ass! ”

"Landing ship, it will approach the coast in ten minutes, everyone is ready for landing"

With the cheers of the soldiers, Jimmy looked at the group of planes whizzing overhead, and looked in the direction of Berlin.

"One thousand two hundred planes, what a huge number! It seems that there is no suspense about victory, just like the mustache that was wheeled to "turn the grass" during World War II, may God bless the Dark Council. Jimmy silently drew a cross on his chest and decided to remain silent in the direction of Berlin for three minutes.

Thundered

Just as Jimmy had been mourning for two minutes, there was a sudden roar in the sky.

The originally blue sky, with the insertion of the plane, instantly became covered with dark clouds.

The whole sky seemed to be the end of the world, and a low roar was faintly heard from within the clouds.

"What's the matter, I hear a terrifying voice whispering in my ears, what the hell is going on?"

"Call home, call home the instrument on the plane is out of order, request to return, repeat, request to return!"

"God, what is this, no"