From Hollywood to King of the World(Fanfiction)

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Omaha Beach, Normandy.

In the sky that had just been brightened, bombers roared past overhead like moving dark clouds.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Hundreds of navy warships fired their cannons, and the roar was deafening.

A bearded colonel walked up to the line of landing troops.

He waved his arms, and his loud voice penetrated the sound of the artillery and reached the ears of the people in the front row: "Today we are fortunate to participate in an extremely important operation with our allies, to establish a beach head in Normandy, and then launch a counterattack against Germany, which has made the whole of Europe sink into fear in the past five years!"

"We have the best supplies in the world, the best weapons and equipment, the strongest fighting spirit and the best soldiers!"

"To be honest, I really sympathize with the Germans who fought against us."

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"Your journey will be glorious but long!"

After the long speech, landing craft broke through the waves and headed towards the Atlantic Wall.

Each ship carried thirty or forty soldiers.

Rowan was among them.

He glanced at the others.

Most are eighteen or nineteen years old.

Pale face, vomit, bad smell, violent shaking, the salty taste of sea water...

The smell is terrible.

The landing craft was so bumpy that it was hard for most people to avoid getting seasick.

Rowan was also a little dizzy.

This is much more exciting than playing games.

Fortunately, he was strong and forced himself to suppress the feeling.

He touched his chest and found a cross.

According to the character setting, he kissed the cross lightly.

He thought that he was so seasick that his legs were weak and he couldn't even move forward. He would become a target. No wonder there were so many casualties.

"Wait a minute..."

The officer suppressed his emotions as he repeated the plan, the gathering place, etc.

Rowan listened and watched the Atlantic Wall approaching.

He could already see the cliff that was several dozen meters high.

There were fortifications on the top of the cliffs, and around them were a circle of reinforced machine-gun bunkers, turning the entire beach below into a firing line.

The massive explosions from German shells and mine-laying obstacles nearly overturned the beach.

Hundreds of German machine guns loaded with tracer bullets poured out bullets Iike a red snowfall.

Amidst frequent explosions, the landing craft found its way to the bottom of the cliff.

The landing craft that Rowan was in cut through the waves, and the driver continued along the route.

The pilot held up three fingers: "Don't block the baffle! Land in 30 seconds! God bless you!"

"Listen port and starboard, capture the battery as quickly as possible."

"Everyone try to disperse!"

"Don't let sand clog the muzzle!"

boom!

Suddenly, shells exploded around them.

The debris hit the driver, and a living person's flesh and blood flew everywhere in an instant, landing on the person behind him.

His deputy took over the steering wheel, his horrified face splattered with the driver's flesh and blood.

He began to lose control, tremble, and sob, and he was controlling the steering wheel purely out of instinct.

"Calm down! Look ahead!"

The soldiers beside him tried their best to make him look straight ahead, but the fear infected them too.

Boom!

Before they could adjust themselves, the landing craft hit the beach.

The bow door of the landing craft was lowered.

Machine gun fire swept towards the landing craft, killing more than a dozen people on the spot.

Rowan reflexively turned over and jumped off the side of the landing craft.

Da da da!

Amid the dull sound of gunfire, bodies torn into pieces like rag dolls rolled into the sea.

Rowan swam in the water, while laying down among the heaving corpses, he crawled forward quickly like a giant earthworm on the beach to the back of an anti-tank cheval defrise made of welded steel, curling up as much as possible.

The obstacles that were originally intended to block their landing and had to be cleared have now become their only shelter, even though the mines on them are as densely packed as cranberries.

There were explosions everywhere.

The sounds of mortars, machine guns, and screams.

Killed by machine gun.

Killed by artillery shells.

Someone fell into the water and drowned because his equipment was too heavy.

The blood dyed the sandbar red, and the bodies broken in two and the broken limbs made this place look like hell.

It's so miserable.

Landing craft have become iron coffins in the ocean. What is the difference between this and sending people into a death assembly line in batches?

If the vehicle was a little better, the bow door would not be opened from the front, and so many people would not die before they could get in.

Virgins all know that you can't skimp on safety precautions, or it could cost some one's life.

Capital will deduct the cost of having many children and grandchildren.

Anyway, it wasn't them who died.

This is why he would rather spend money on massage than go to a nightclub. Massage parlours have regular health checks and certifications, and are much safer than nightclubs... Rowan was a little thankful that the dream dungeon had a fuzzy system, which allowed him to stay completely calm and think about things in the tragic battlefield.

boom!

The sound of artillery fire reverberated nearby.

Rowan's mind went blank, and he vaguely felt a lot of sand on the back of his n eck and helmet.

When he came to his senses, all distracting thoughts disappeared.

Rowan shook off the sand and looked over. He saw Captain John Miller trying his best to organize the remaining soldiers of the company: "Crawl forward! Find cover! Watch out for mines!"

Some people heard it and did as they were told, while others didn't hear it and kept running around in panic.

The machine gun fired loudly and a row of people fell down.

A man near Rowan was seriously injured.

He crawled over and pulled the wounded man behind the shelter.

Da da!

Suddenly, Rowan felt a sense of danger.

His body almost instinctively pulled th e person forward.

The sea water splashed, and Rowan hid behind the bunker and breathed a sigh of relief, looking back: "You didn't..."

The rest of the words were stuck in his throat, because the soldier who was being dragged was left with only the upper half of his body, and his organs were floating in the waves like strands of red kelp.

Rowan let go of his hand, cursed and didn't bother to save anyone, crawling to Captain John Miller: "Sir, where is the assembly point?"

Captain John Miller: "Not here anyway!"

"F**K! The radios are gone!"

Captain John Miller was cursing.

Rowan knew that he had deviated from the scheduled location this time, so he got off the boat at the sandbar in advance, and was actually still dozens of meters away from the real coastline.

The water is more than two meters deep. If you rush in through the main gate, you will be a sitting duck. You can only jump from the sides or try your luck.

As long as water seeps in, the radio communication equipment and other iron things will sink like solid iron blocks, and even if the water is only two meters deep, it can drown the communication soldiers.

The chain of command was completely paralyzed.

In addition to the beach landing, they were suppressed by the firepower of the German army in the cliff stronghold. In front of them was a large open area arranged as a minefield, and behind them were wailing comrades and corpses.

Although there were bunkers that could withstand the firepower of light weapons, these recruits, many of whom were on the battlefield for the first time, could not withstand this dangerous dilemma.

Morale has dropped to freezing point.

They haven't escaped yet because they have nowhere to escape to.

The only good news was probably that there was a cloud of balloons overhead to provide them with cover, so they didn't have to worry about German planes for the time being.

But Rowan knew that it would not belong before the balloon became ineffective.

By then, under the air and artillery fire, those who remained on the beach would die.

We must move forward!

Captain John Miller also judged this and shouted, "Where are the engineers!"

"Sir!"

Fortunately, the engineer sergeant was nearby: "We have been ordered to clear the obstacles! We must open a safe passage! Please provide cover!"

The soldier next to him yelled, "We'll die if we get out!"

"I'm staying! I'm not going anywhere!"

Pale and frightened faces.

No one wanted to leave the seemingly safe anti-tank barricades and break through under artillery fire.

Captain John Miller was also in a dilemma: "The tanks and armored vehicles are all sunk on the sandbar, and our Garands are not enough..."

"Sir! The entire beach is targeted!"

The engineer sergeant shouted: "The density of the minefield ahead is sparse, there is no need to clear mines, we can force our way through!"

"The anti-tank barricades can't stop the German artillery fire. You will die if you stay here! You can only charge forward!"

At this time, a shell fell more than ten meters away, detonating a string of mines hanging on the anti-tank barricade.

boom!!!

With a loud roar, sand and corpses flew into the sky.

A few seconds later.

Rowan looked up.

There is a buzzing sound in his ears, as if they are blocked and tinnitus is starting to appear, with only white noise.