New World War II Eagle Strikes the Sky

The new combat direction has not yet been determined.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, for the boys under Ron's command, during this week, almost everyone made an average of about four attacks per day, and at most, they even had as many as six attacks a day.Even hard-working people will be exhausted.Coffee, chocolate, etc., which are usually used to refresh the pilots, have become useless. If the battle continues for a while, Ron feels that unless the pilots are given methamphetamine, the rate of such sorties will be irrelevant anyway. It can't last anymore.

Yes, there is a lot of methamphetamine in the medical room of the Army Air Corps, which is later known as crystal meth.This psychoactive drug appeared in the 30s.In the beginning, it did not appear as a drug, but a medicine for refreshing the mind and replenishing physical strength.At that time, many long-distance drivers, as well as students preparing for exams, would prepare a little methamphetamine in their medicine boxes.To paraphrase an advertisement from Ron's previous life, that is to drink methamphetamine when he is sleepy and tired.

Even in Ron's original day, methamphetamine was still a common pick-me-up drug in the U.S. Air Force.In Iraq, Kosovo, and Afghanistan, the U.S. Air Force has recorded records of using this drug to pilots because the dispatch rate was too high, resulting in excessive fatigue of pilots.This drug can greatly increase the excitability of the nervous system and improve the reaction speed of the pilot.But apart from addiction, this thing also has other terrible side effects, such as making people irritated, making people impulsive, and doing things beyond their brains.In the Gulf War, the Iraq War, and the Afghanistan War, the U.S. Air Force had many records of accidentally injuring teammates and civilians.And behind these misfortunes, it is said that one of the reasons is that the pilot used methamphetamine, which caused excessive excitement, and dropped the bomb before he could see clearly below.

Considering that the current ground-to-air communication is completely worse than decades later, Ron feels that if he allows his pilots to use that thing, they really don't know whose head they will drop the bombs on. Woolen cloth.In addition, he was worried that a lot of drug addicts would appear in his army after a war, so Ron had always been very opposed to allowing pilots to use this drug.This attitude even surprised the military doctors for a time.

Fortunately, now that the war has come to an end, no matter whether the higher authorities intend to seize more ports, or take advantage of the lack of German troops to move eastward and break through the Siegfried line of defense, the soldiers must first rest and relax.And right now, is there a more relaxing place in the world than Paris?Therefore, the soldiers of the 21st Attack Aircraft 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 had also been to France and Paris, but at that time, because of the heavy communication tasks, he didn't have much time to take a good tour.Moreover, the high-intensity combat during this period also made Ron very tired, and he also needed to go out to relax.

However, Ron's leg injury is still not healed. Although he can walk a few steps with the help of crutches, it 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 too?" Scott said to Ron.

"Ah," said Ron, "it's too inconvenient for me to go in a wheelchair?"

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

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Early the next morning, Ron left the troops to Bington, 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 a few Willys jeeps, and then drove towards downtown Paris.

Unlike Cherbourg, there are hardly any traces of war in Paris today.According to the pilots who came to Paris to relax earlier, when they first arrived, there were still barricades in some streets in Paris that had not been completely dismantled.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 said, and that is the atmosphere of festival-like carnival.Cheerful crowds are everywhere on the street, and everyone will wave to them when they see a US military jeep, especially those beautiful 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.He started to line up happily, planning to take a group photo at the Arc de Triomphe as a winner.Scott took out a Leica 3 camera from his backpack - this thing Scott bought from a captain of the Army Ground Forces with a Japanese saber. In those days, such a small and delicate camera was a Very popular loot.He looked around and saw a beautiful girl in a white dress passing by, Scott hurriedly stopped her.

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

"Ah, yes." The pretty girl seemed taken aback. She turned her head and saw that it was an American soldier, so she smiled and said, "Okay, sir, I'd be happy to help you."

Scott adjusted the focal length, aperture, and shutter, and then handed it to the girl, saying: "See this frame, you take it, put us all in it, and then press the shutter. Yes. Oh, yes, the lens cover must be opened at one o'clock."

Scott ran back to his position.The girl got her camera ready and took several pictures of the pilots.Then hand the camera back to Scott.

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

"Ah," the woman stretched out her hand, combed her wind-blown hair, and replied with a smile, "My name is Maca."

"In order to show our gratitude to you, I thought, may we have the honor to treat you to a meal?" Scott continued.The pilots next to him laughed.

The woman shook her head slightly and said, "I have other things, I'm leaving first." After finishing speaking, she turned and ran away.

"Scott, you're not attractive enough." A pilot smiled and said to Scott looking at the woman's back.

"Haha, you were issued a good person card in public." Ron also laughed, and said the word "good person card" without paying attention.

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

"Ah," said Ron, "it was a young man who had just started a love affair and 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 read:' You're a nice guy, but we're really not a good fit...'"

The surrounding pilots laughed again.

"Don't be discouraged, here in France, there are many beautiful girls. Especially for us Americans." Harry, who is best at painting erotic palaces, stood up and comforted Scott with a sympathetic look. Before he finished speaking, he couldn't hold back and laughed first.

Amidst the laughter, the pilots got into the car again and were about to move on along the Avenue de Fontainebleau. At this moment, they suddenly saw that the woman just now was being held by several Sten submachine guns or Mao Zedong on her shoulders. The people dressed as civilians with Se 98k rifles grabbed her, and the two men viciously twisted the woman's hands behind her back, and then lowered her head.Another person reached out and grabbed her hair while shouting and cursing something in French.

"What's the matter?" The Americans were taken aback, 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? You have so many men, how come you bully a woman." Scott shouted.

"Never mind your ass..." A big man with an m24 grenade stuck in his waist said while turning his head.When he saw that the questioners were a group of American soldiers, he smiled awkwardly and said, "I didn't notice it was you. It's not that we are bullying people. This bitch is a traitor! She A damn Gestapo mistress! That guy killed at least 5 of our fighters with his own hands!"

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

"Bad things? That's a must, of course!" interjected a woman with a rifle slung across her shoulders. "That whore, who sleeps with the Germans every day, always likes to put on an air of condescension! Once, we almost Just blow up that damned fascist, she was the one who found out something was wrong and escaped our attack with that fascist!"

While reprimanding angrily, the woman used a razor to quickly shave off the hair of the woman in the white dress piece by piece.

The woman bowed her head, didn't say a word, just cried there.