The Frenchman Hirat is a very famous pigeon king in Normandy. His domestic pigeons are sold at home and abroad. They are famous provincial and national products in France. They have won awards at the Pigeon Flying Grand Prix held around the world many times, which really made Hirat make enough money. But after the war began, the situation completely changed, and Hirat's pigeons were sold overnight. No wonder, in the era of machine guns and cannons all over the world, people were not interested in buying pigeons without knowing whether they could continue tomorrow. In this way, Hirat almost went bankrupt, but Hirat was unwilling to deal with the pigeons, so they had to pay for money to feed the pigeons like a living Bodhisattva.

At noon that day, after a simple lunch, Hillat took the food he ate from the pigeons as usual and prepared to go to the bird's nest next door to take care of the pigeons.

The sound of gunfire was faintly heard in the distance, which made Hirat feel uneasy. He hoped that his pigeon would not be frightened by the gunfire, and hoped that something would happen to his pigeon.

After leaving, Hillat was about to enter the bird's nest when he saw several German military trucks parked at the door of his house. The iron cross sign on the body was particularly eye-catching. Hillat could also clearly see that the truck was filled with large iron cages, and the cages were filled with flying pigeons.

A German officer walked out of the truck and was walking towards himself.

Xirat was extremely frightened and didn't know what the Germans came to him for, but he still strengthened his courage to jump around, and went forward and asked in a flattering manner, "This German military master, what's wrong with me? If you have something to do, please speak."

The German officer looked up and down at the Frenchman in front of him and asked in very standard French, "Are you the famous pigeon king Hilat? I heard that the entire Normandy area is the one you raise the most pigeons, is that true?"

"Yes, yes," Sheila bowed and took out a pack of big red eagle cigarettes from her pocket, took out one, handed it respectfully, and asked, "This military master, I am indeed a pigeon raising. As for the title of pigeon king, I dare not be the name of pigeon raising. This is just a nickname that everyone gave me. What's wrong with you? Seeing your car full of pigeons, is it that Guijun wants to buy pigeons?"

The German officer took the cigarette without hesitation, lit it, took a deep breath, and vomited out smoke like a god. "That's right, we received an order from our superiors to buy all the pigeons in the Normandy area. How many pigeons do you have in your family? I'll have a price and sign a contract, and I'll ask for them all."

"Really?" Xirat's face was happy, and his eyes were all the money. He asked hurriedly, "Do you really want to buy all the pigeons in my house? I have thousands of pigeons in my house. If you buy it, you need at least 1,998 francs, and you don't sell any less. I gave you a 20% discount, so you can't be cheaper."

"Tsk," the German officer looked at Hirat with disdain, took out 2,000 francs from his pocket, threw them in front of Hirat, and mocked, "Isn't it just 1,998 francs! I'll give you 2,000 francs, no need to find them, I'll sell you condoms and find mistresses."

As he said that, the officer took out another piece of contract with black paper and said, "This is a contract to purchase pigeons. You sign a letter and draw a note. If the pigeon flew back, you have to guarantee to send the pigeons back to our military camp. Do you understand?"

Before Shirat could react, she looked at the 2,000 francs in her hand and felt like she was dreaming. To confirm it, Shirat slapped himself hard. "Pan,", the severe pain on her face told Shirat that this was definitely not a dream, it was definitely real.

Hirat hurriedly signed his name on the contract, fearing that the Germans would regret it. He lamented in his heart that the price should have been raised even further. Looking at the Germans, they were simply a fat pig that was easy to slaughter. It was a pity that I didn't seize this good opportunity to get rich! What a pity!

After the contract was signed, the German officer waved his hand. Dozens of German soldiers who had already prepared in the car walked out of the truck with cages. With the help of Hirat, thousands of pigeons were transported onto the truck in just a dozen minutes, and then drove away and rushed to the beach in Normandy.

Hirat looked at the Germans who were coming and going, and felt it was difficult to understand the Germans' thoughts. The Germans' actions were inexplicable. The Allies are currently attacking wildly, while the Germans are buying pigeons everywhere. Are the Germans crazy? Do the Germans want to use pigeons to block the Allies' attack?

At the same time, in a hidden underground warehouse in Normandy, a company of German engineers were busy in a crazy manner. Their job was to install a special bomb onto the large turtle.

Some time ago, Marshal Gesiyun issued an order requiring the installation of remotely controlled drugs on the turtle, and required the engineer company to complete before the Allied forces landed. Marshal Gesiyun's order caused the German engineers to be busy. Although they were able to set up all mines and install all bombs, they had to install bombs on the turtle. This was the first time that the big girl had been in a sedan chair.

But the German engineers did not complain at all. They patiently followed Marshal Ge Siyun's order and began to study the issue of installing bombs on large turtles. However, unexpectedly, the seemingly very simple problem made the German engineers very worried.

The key problem is the weight of the bomb. If the bomb is too heavy, the turtle will not run. However, the bomb is too light and does not lack power after the explosion. And it also needs to be equipped with a remote control device. This series of problems is not so easy to solve. Finally, after repeated research, the engineers finally solved this series of problems. They tied 3 kilograms of strong high-explosion medicine to the turtle. This can not only keep the turtle at the fastest speed, but also keep the turtle quite powerful, and can kill allied soldiers on the beach on a large scale.

Captain Giesen, the captain of the engineer company, picked up a large sea turtle. He tied the prepared high-explosion medicine tightly on the back of the turtle with military tape. He tied steel balls around the medicine. After the explosion, the steel balls can be radiated and the enemies on the beach can suffer better.

The final process, also the most troublesome process, is to install a radio detonation device next to the bomb. This radio detonation device was invented before the war. It was first equipped for spies to be used for assassination, suicide, destruction and other work. But this time, it was necessary to move on the frontal battle. As long as someone pressed the remote control device in the distance, the bomb on the turtle would detonate.

It took nearly 2 hours for Captain Giesen to finish the entire precise process. After wiping the sweat on his forehead, he saw that the engineers around him were still concentrating on their work. Captain Giesen whisperedly reminded, "Everyone should speed up the speed while ensuring safety and quality. The battle on the front line is in full swing, and we must send these weapons to the battlefield as soon as possible. Marshal Gesiyun is waiting for these weapons, and our soldiers fighting bloodily on the front line also need these weapons."

"Yes! Captain Giesen" the soldiers said perfunctorily without raising their heads, fiddling with their hands on the big turtle and installing radio bombs. They were also very anxious at this time, but it was useless to be anxious. Such bombs must be installed carefully. If something goes wrong, it will be a big problem.

"Squeak,,,," the basement door was gently opened, and a German colonel staff officer rushed in and shouted to the soldiers at work, "Who is the commander here, who is the commander here?"

Captain Giesen carefully put down his work, walked to the colonel, paid tribute, and asked, "Sir Colonel, I am the commander here, is there anything wrong?"

The colonel's staff member said in a hurry, "Have your big turtle bombs been made? The Allies have started the second wave of attacks. The battle situation on the front line is very dangerous. Marshal Gesyun issued an order to implement the turtle combat plan immediately. You should gather the prepared big turtle bombs and I will send them to the front line immediately."

When Gison heard that the situation on the front line was critical, he was nervous, but he still said helplessly, "Mr. Colonel, this turtle bomb is really not easy to deal with. We only installed bombs on 688 of the 908 large turtles that were captured. According to the current progress, it will be completely installed at least tomorrow morning."

When the colonel looked at the watch, it was already 2:39 pm and sighed, "It's too late, count as much as you can! I will load the installed sea turtle on the truck and transport it away. The situation on the beach is critical. We have no time to wait any longer. Being late for a minute may lead to the failure of the entire battle!"

"Yes! Mr. Colonel." Captain Giesen asked his men to stop working and immediately transported the installed turtle to the truck parked outside very carefully. Then, the truck driver also started the car very patiently and carefully, heading to the stormy battlefield to support the battle there.

At 3:10 pm, the fierce battle on the beach was ignited again. The Allied landing operations also reached a climax. The Supreme Commander-in-Chief of the Allied Forces mobilized all the second wave of attacking troops and rushed to the beaches of Normandy like a tide.

This time, the Allies tried their best to send all the more than 300 M4 tanks converted into amphibious tanks to the beach in Normandy. They prepared to form a steel impact line and violently attack the German beachhead positions. Although nearly half of the tanks were lost on the sea during the transportation process, the Allies still sent more than 150 M4 amphibious tanks to the beach.

Tank landing ships equipped with rockets also took the opportunity to fire 5,000 5-inch rockets at the Normandy Beach. The various warships that provide long-range fire support also used heavy naval guns to suppress the Germans under the command of soldiers on the beach. In particular, Allied fighters in the sky frequently attacked. They were like wielding unyielding souls, flying, diving, and attacking over the Germans' heads at all times.

Faced with the crazy attacks of the Allies, the Germans also fought to the death. Relying on solid fortifications, they fought fiercely with the Allies. Iron Fist Anti-tank Bazooka was not just used to attack tanks. Many jealous Germans directly used rocket launchers to hit the crowd. Allied soldiers hit by it were smashed to pieces like iron rods chopping at watermelons on the spot.

Whether it is the Allied soldiers or the German soldiers, they all became blood-devouring beasts during this decisive battle. They only knew how to fight and kill each other and use all possible methods to destroy the other party's body.

At this time, Normandy Beach had become the hell of Shura. Every minute, thousands of soldiers were killed. Blood dyed the yellow sand on the beach into deep red, and the corpses on the beach were piled higher and higher. Life evaporated here at the fastest speed.

But as time went by, the entire situation became more and more unfavorable to the German army. Allied soldiers were advancing step by step and gradually establishing relatively solid beachhead positions on the beach. The naval guns in the distance also launched heavy blows from time to time, and many German fortifications were destroyed. But what the Germans feared the most was the Allied aircraft. The Allied fighter jets in the sky were like little bees that smelled honey, and were always circling around the German positions, giving the German army the greatest blow.

"Ji, Ji, Ji," the sound of the plane's diving sounded, and an American P51 fighter rushed down in a hurry. With the rocket hanging on the plane, aiming at a fortification on the beach, it was a burst of bombing. After the flying sand and stones, the tongue of flames that had already ejected from the fortification shooting mouth suddenly became hoarse.

"Damn! I fuck your grandma." After seeing this scene, Marshal Ge Siyun stretched out his middle finger to the plane without hesitation and cursed fiercely. However, even though he scolded, Marshal Ge Siyun could only stare at him, watching the P51 fighter pulling up his fuselage again and continuing to sway in the blue sky.

"Marrior Gesiyun, the American elders rushed up again. It's very dangerous here, you should retreat quickly!" A German machine gunner pulled the trigger, and while MG42 shot at the American soldiers rushing forward, he reported the dangerous situation in front of Marshal Gesiyun.

Jintian looked up and saw a group of American soldiers, with the cooperation of an M4 amphibious tank, advancing towards the fortifications he was in. Looking around, the figures of Americans were getting more and more advanced. Thousands of American soldiers were crawling forward and shot back from time to time with their weapons. The firepower of his side was weakening, and it was difficult to form a powerful fire net as powerful as the beginning of the battle. The Allied fighter jets in the sky, the naval guns in the distance and the M4 tanks on the shore gave the US troops on the beach the greatest support. If you continue like this, it is only a matter of time before the beach is lost.
Chapter completed!