The new combat direction has not yet been decided. However, the American and British troops who have just finished a battle also need to take a good rest. The soldiers are exhausted and they need to relax. For example, the boys under Ron's command, during this week

, almost everyone has to attack about four times a day on average. At most, the number of attacks in a day is even

It has reached as many as 6 times. Even a hard-working person will be exhausted. The coffee, chocolate, etc. that are usually used to refresh the pilots have become useless. If the battle continues for a while, Ron feels

, unless the pilots are given methamphetamine, such a dispatch rate cannot be maintained no matter what.

Yes, there was a lot of methamphetamine in the Army Air Forces medical room, which is what people later called methamphetamine. This psychostimulant drug appeared in the 1930s. It was not used as a drug at first.

Instead, drugs appeared that were used to refresh the mind and replenish physical strength. At that time, many long-distance drivers and students preparing for exams would prepare a little methamphetamine in their pill boxes. To paraphrase an advertisement from Ron's previous life

, that is, drinking methamphetamine when you are sleepy and tired.

Even in Ron's original era, methamphetamine was still a commonly used stimulant drug in the U.S. Air Force. The U.S. Air Force had experienced accidents in Iraq, Kosovo, and Afghanistan due to high dispatch rates, which led to excessive fatigue among pilots.

Records of pilots using this drug. This drug can greatly increase the excitement of the nervous system and improve the pilot's reaction speed. But in addition to being addictive, this drug also has

There are other fatal side effects, such as making people irritable, impulsive, and doing things without thinking. In the Gulf War, the Iraq War, and the Afghanistan War, the U.S. Air Force had many records of accidental injuries to teammates and civilians.

Behind these misfortunes, it is said that one of the reasons is that the pilot used methamphetamine, which caused him to be too excited and dropped the bomb before he could see clearly below.

Considering that the current ground-to-air communication is completely inferior to what it was a few decades ago, Ron felt that if he allowed his pilots to use that thing, they really didn't know whose heads they would drop bombs on.

In addition, he was worried that after a war, a lot of drug addicts would appear in his troops, so Ron has always been very opposed to letting pilots use this drug. This attitude even made military doctors feel

Very strange.

Fortunately, the war is over now. Regardless of whether they plan to seize more ports or take advantage of the lack of German troops to advance eastward and penetrate the Siegfried Line, they must first let the soldiers rest and relax. And now

Now, is there any place in the world that is more relaxing than Paris? So, the soldiers of the 21st Attack Wing got the opportunity to go to Paris in batches to relax.

In fact, Ron is also very interested in Paris in this era. In his previous life, he also came to France and Paris, but at that time, due to his heavy communication tasks, he did not have much time to visit. Moreover,

This period of high-intensity combat also made Ron very tired, and he also needed to go out and relax.

However, Ron's leg injury has not healed yet. Although he can now walk a few steps with the help of crutches, it still seems a bit strange to go to Paris in a wheelchair.

"General, another group of people are going to Paris tomorrow, why don't you go and have fun too?" Scott said to Ron.

"Ah," Ron said, "It's too inconvenient for me to go there in a wheelchair like this?"

"Oh, General, if you want to go to Switzerland to climb Mont Blanc, then I would advise you not to go now. But Paris is just a big city, and there are no cliffs to climb, and it is very convenient to use a wheelchair.

."

…

Early the next morning, Ron left his troops to Bodenton, who had just returned from Paris, and boarded a C-47 transport plane with a group of pilots and flew to Paris.

After the plane landed at the Paris airport, Ron and the others changed into several Willys jeeps, and then drove towards the city of Paris.

Unlike Cherbourg, there are almost no traces of war in Paris today. According to pilots who came to Paris earlier to relax, when they first arrived, there were still barricades that had not been completely demolished on some streets in Paris.

.But now when Ron and the others arrived in Paris, these things were gone.

But one thing is the same as those who came first, and that is the festive carnival atmosphere. The streets are full of cheerful people, and everyone will wave to them when they see the US military jeeps, especially the beautiful ones

Girls.

The car quickly approached the Arc de Triomphe. The car stopped next to the Arc de Triomphe, and the pilots jumped out of the car. They started to line up happily, intending to take a group photo at the Arc de Triomphe as a winner. Scott took out the

A Leica 3 camera - this thing is Scott

He got it from a captain of the Army Ground Forces in exchange for a Japanese saber. In those days, such a small and exquisite camera was a very popular trophy. He looked around and saw a man wearing a white dress.

The beautiful girl happened to be passing by here, and Scott quickly stopped her.

"Miss, can you take a group photo for us?"

"Ah, okay." The pretty girl seemed surprised. She turned her head and saw an American soldier, so she smiled and said, "Okay, sir, I am happy to help you."

Scott adjusted the focus, aperture, shutter, etc., then handed it to the girl and said, "Do you see this frame? Take it, put us all in it, and then click the shutter."

Yes. Oh, by the way, you have to open the lens cover first."

Scott ran back to his seat. The girl took the camera and took several photos of the pilots. Then she handed the camera back to Scott.

"Thank you, miss." Scott said, "May I take the liberty of asking your name?"

"Ah," the woman stretched out her hand, combed her golden hair that was messed up by the wind, and replied with a smile, "My name is Maka."

"To express our gratitude to you, I thought, would we be honored to treat you to a meal?" Scott then said something else. The pilots next to him burst into laughter.

The woman shook her head gently and said, "I have other things to do, so I'll leave first." After saying that, she turned around and ran away.

"Scott, you are not charming enough." A pilot looked at the woman's back and said to Scott with a smile.

"Haha, you were given a good guy card in public." Ron also laughed and accidentally said the word "good guy card".

"General, what is the 'good guy card'?" someone asked.

"Ah," Ron said, "a young man who was just in love secretly sent a long love letter to the goddess in his heart. The goddess read it and was very moved, and then handed him a card that said: '

You are a good person, but we are really not suitable...'"

The surrounding pilots burst into laughter again.

"Don't be discouraged. This is France. There are so many beautiful girls. Especially for us Americans." Harry, who is best at drawing pornographic pictures, stood up and comforted Scott with a sympathetic look.

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Amid laughter, the pilots got into the car again and were about to continue moving along the Avenue Fontainebleau. At this moment, they suddenly saw that the woman just now was being beaten by several people carrying Sten submachine guns or Mao Zedong rifles on their shoulders.

The man dressed as a civilian with a 98k rifle grabbed hold of him. The two men viciously twisted the woman's hands behind her back, and then pushed her head down. Another man reached out and grabbed her hair.

He yelled and cursed something loudly in French.

"What's going on?" The Americans were all shocked. Only Ron sat in the car and sighed quietly.

The American jeep stopped on the side of the road, and several pilots jumped out.

"What's going on? Why do you, so many men, come to bully a woman?" Scott shouted.

"It's none of your business..." A big man with an M24 grenade stuck in his waist said while turning his head. When he saw that the person asking the question was a group of American soldiers, he smiled awkwardly,

Then he said: "I didn't notice it was you. This is not us bullying people, this bitch is a French traitor! She is the mistress of a damn Gestapo! That guy killed at least 5 of our soldiers with his own hands!"

"But...but has she done anything bad?" Scott wanted to say something else.

"Bad things? Of course it's inevitable!" A woman with a rifle slung across her back interjected, "This bitch sleeps with the Germans every day and always likes to act aloof! Once, we almost almost

Just blow up that damn fascist. She discovered something was wrong and escaped our attack with that fascist!"

While the woman reprimanded angrily, she used a razor to quickly shave off the hair of the woman in the white dress piece by piece.
Chapter completed!