A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 On a sunny Sunday, September 17, 1944, religious ceremonies were held all over England. When worshippers knelt down to pray, the continuous buzzing of airplane propellers suppressed all other sounds.

　　 Starting at 9:45 in the morning, at least two thousand gliders and tugs carrying paratroopers swarmed into the sky from 24 bases.

　　 The first airborne division heading to Arnhem took off first, because their goal was to be in the far north, deep behind the enemy line in the true sense, so they needed the largest number of personnel, anti-tank guns, jeeps, and vigorous action.

Moreover, above, below, and on the flanks of this huge formation, there are **** fighters, and the number is equally huge: there are Spitfire, Typhoon fighters, and Mosquito fighters produced in the United Kingdom, and there are Thunder fighters produced on the other side of the ocean. Lightning fighters, Mustang fighters, and low-altitude dive bombers.

　　 For the paratroopers, this is an extremely sunny day, suitable for walking on the country roads and drinking a few pints of fruit wine in the tavern.

　　 Major General Urquhart was also in a good mood. He overlooked the countryside and saw some nuns waving at the plane, so he waved at them, even if he did so, the chance of being seen was very small.

　　 In fact, this general is definitely one of the most enjoyable people in the flying formation, with many entourages: Adjutant Roberts, order soldiers, chaplains, signal soldiers, guards, and the most beloved jeep.

In a ghostly manner, Urquhart looked at the spacious glider in front of him, and felt a sharp pain in his conscience. He thought of the soldiers under his command. All of them were burdened with heavy burdens, carrying equipment almost equal to their own weight, and squeezed into the transport plane. , But he only carried a small backpack, two grenades, and a map box.

　　 "The airborne lead team...what happened to them?"

　　 "I don't know, sir."

　　 Hearing the adjutant’s answer, General Urquhart shook his head. He was disturbed by his comfort—

　　 Dozens of outstanding soldiers who performed the mission last night, I wonder how many people will survive and whether they can successfully complete the mission.

　　 These are all doubts.

　　 "Listen, if something happens to me, the order of succession of command is: Rasbury, Hicks, Hackett."

Although it sounds like a last word, General Urquhart feels that it is safer to plan for the worst in advance. He even thinks that he is too late to say that he should tell every brigadier under his command before takeoff, just in case. They vie for command.

　　 "I see, sir."

　　 The adjutant nodded.

　　 "At this time, the bombing forces had arrived in the sky above the mental hospital in Wolfhitz. I hope it is all Germans."

Now that all the decisions have been made, Urquhart thought nothing of what happened before boarding the plane. A senior officer of the American Air Force called him, hoping to get a promise: the people who live there are Germans. Not a lunatic, otherwise, America would not be able to take responsibility.

　　Because the mental hospital is very close to the assembly place and the location is dangerous, the staff unit agreed that it was held by the Germans and could bear the responsibility to blow it up.

　　 Therefore, at exactly eleven o'clock in the morning, Lu Li and the others saw the most absurd scene: When the Allied fighter group passed by the village of Wolfheit, they dropped five bombs.

　　 And this was just a prelude, after last night, the second round of bombing came.

　　 Over Arnhem, black plumes of smoke rose to the sky, fires burned in the city, the streets were blown up into potholes, and rubble and glass fragments were everywhere.

　　 Those machine guns and anti-aircraft gun positions that were exposed last night, none of them survived, all were reimbursed.

　　 The Dutch either hid in the basement or in the church, waiting for the explosion to end.

　　Of course, there are also bold people who still ride bicycles on the street, or stand on their roofs and look around, alternating between excitement and fear.

　　 The broadcaster ignored the German ban and took the initiative to contact the Orange Radio station in London, and began to broadcast the news bulletin for the entire Arnhem area:

　　 "I am Prince Bernhard."

"The time is almost up. What we have been waiting for is finally about to happen. Due to the fierce and swift offensive of the Allies, some soldiers of the troops have not brought Dutch banknotes. If our dearest ally takes out French francs and Belgian banknotes, we hope to cooperate. , Accept the money when you sell things to collect money."

　　 "The farmer should finish harvesting the crops and sell the harvest..."

　　 "Finally, I want to urge you, when the Allies arrive in the town, please don't use flowers or fruits to express joy. It is very possible that the enemy will pretend to be ordinary people and hide bombs and poison in these things."

　　 Lu Li and others in Lunkum Wasteland also heard this newsletter—

　　 The broadcaster on the telegraph pole was intermittently broadcasting inspiring news.

　　 This means that the three of them finally don't have to worry about it anymore. As for the future battles, they can only take one step. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Anyway, Lu Li had enough of fighting alone.

　　In this action, personal power is too small, small is like a drop of water in the ocean, only when you blend in, can you play the biggest role and become a legend.

　　At this time, the big guy Miller had changed back to his original battle uniform and put some oil on his face because he didn't want to be killed by his own.

　　 "Sir, how are you doing?"

　　 As he said, Munch fumbled for a while in his trouser pocket, then took out a half pack of cigarettes and scattered them to the two people beside him.

　　 "It's okay, but the stomach is still a little hungry, but unfortunately the last canned yellow peaches have been eaten."

　　 Lu Li took the Camel cigarettes and began to vomit. Frankly speaking, he doesn't know how to smoke, but the other two guys are like this, so naturally he can't refuse.

　　 Two comrades who have just met but are worth relying on, the gradual recovery of physical strength, and the coming large army, all these make Lu Li feel a lot more at ease.

"You will be able to see your comrades in about an hour. Which unit do you think will reach the ground first." Miller unscrewed his binoculars and scanned the sky continuously: "Brigadier Hicks’ first landing brigade is still ours. The first paratrooper brigade? A bet on a military ration."

　　 "Let's land the first flight, they have to carry their luggage, so they should be the first to land."

　　 The smoke blocked Lu Li's frowning brows. This answer was obviously obtained after careful consideration. He hoped to get a ration so that he could recover better—

　　 When using the wolf form, the energy consumption makes people hungry.

　　 "Of course it is our first paratrooper brigade. I even dared to pack a ticket. That person must be in our second battalion." Munch unconditionally trusted his unit, and he answered without hesitation.