From Hollywood to King of the World(Fanfiction)

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After a long while, the gunshots and screams gradually became louder, proving that his ears had recovered.

Rowan had just slapped the suspicious object off the back of his neck when he heard Captain John Miller shout, "Gentle men, you've heard and seen it, this is what's going on!"

"Do you want to hide behind the bunker like a coward and leave your fate to that oId God, or do you want to rush to the seawall with me and fight your way out with the Garand!"

"Sir, you'll go to hell if you curse God!"

"Soldiers, this is fucking hell! Throw a way the useless things if you want, take the blasting tubes and weapons, and follow me when the machine guns stop!"

Captain John Miller found some supplies and blasting tubes on the corpses and organized a group of old non-commissioned officers.

Rowan bit open a bag of chocolates.

It tasted like a pile of rotten dog shit, and there was a smell of blood, which was the blood on the lips.

He drank half a pot of water, and when the cloth-tearing machine gun sounds became a little sparse, he followed Captain John Miller and others and rushed out from behind the anti-tank barricades.

The engineer sergeant was near Rowan, leading a team of engineers to clear obstacles on the beach under intense firepower.

boom!

Heat is spreading.

Rowan saw from the corner of his e ye that a stray bullet hit the explosives carried by an engineer, and the engineer was turned into pieces in the loud fire.

A flamethrower's gasoline backpack was ignited and he turned into a large torch.

A flamethrower's gasoline backpack w as ignited and he turned into a large torch.

In the blazing flames, it seemed as if a devil was laughing.

He is saying: Welcome to Hell.

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The Allied forces crossed the English Channel and captured five beachheads: Utah, Omaha, Gold Beach, Juno, and Sword Beach.

Millions of Allied troops poured into the heart of France like a tide, about to turn the tide of World War II.

But before turning the situation around , the most important thing for a soldier is to survive the Atlantic Wall.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The sound of gunfire drowned out most sounds, even the wailing and screaming.

The disappearance of the sound was a ccompanied by an increasingly strong smell of death.

Stay alive!

Stay alive!

Stay alive!

The desire to survive has never been higher.

Rowan seemed to have forgotten th at this was a dream copy. His adrenaline began to surge, and he entered a state of full concentration without the need for the white dove.

Time seemed to slow down, the flames and shrapnel moving in slow motion.

Bang!

In this slow world, Rowan rushed forward, pushing his feet hard to create sand pits, avoiding landmines while using shelters to quickly rush towards the seawall.

boom!

Another soldier becomes a puzzle piecе.

A severed arm flew over.

Rowan took it subconsciously and finally rushed to the seawall with this arm.

When the deathly aura of the machine gun was temporarily gone, Rowan realized that he still had a "specialty"

"Good luck..."

Rowan muttered something and casually shook off someone's arm.

But after a while, he picked it up again.

Maybe it will work.

Rowan looked around quickly.

The organization was broken up, and the non-commissioned officers organized the skirmishers on the spot, leading them to struggle forward in the waves, firing upwards as much as possible and then moving towards the bottom of the cliff.

About a hundred or two hundred meter s away, several teams had already reached the bottom of the cliff.

Incendiary grenades thrown by the Germans from overhead exploded.

Under counterattack, the American soldiers fired grappling hooks and climbed up the ropes.

If the weapon environment is ignored, the warring parties would be like a medieval siege battle.

Rowan also found Captain John Miller.

He was pulling the wounded to medic Wade.

But faced with such a harsh environment, the only thing they could do was give t he wounded an injection of morphine.

Rowan rolled over.

"Contact beachhead command!"

As soon as he passed by, he saw Captain Miller finally found a living signalman.

Captain Miller shouted, "Tell them that armored vehicles cannot be registered!"

"There are no DD tanks on the beach!

The D1 gap has not been opened yet!"

"Roger that! Sir!"

After speaking to the signalman, Captain Miller turned to the other side and aske d, "Who is in command now?"

"It's you, sir!"

The speaker was Mike Horvath, an old NCO, Captain Miller's most loyal subordinate and friend.

After Captain Miller figured out the situation through Mike Horvath, he was about to contact the beachhead command through the signalman. When he turned over, he saw that the signalman's cheek looked like a bitten peach.

It was completely sunken, all facial features were gone, and only a little bit of brain juice was left that gave off a burning stench. No one knew what had hit it.

He survived the most dangerous landing, but luck did not continue to favor him.

The communications soldier who was finally found died and the radio was damaged.

Rowan's ears were ringing from the artillery fire, so he couldn't hear what Captain Miller said, but he could tell from his mouth shape that he was swearing.

Taking a deep breath, Captain Miller shouted, "Those who are still alive, report!"

"Rowan reporting in!"

"Urban reports!"

"Lebin reporting in! Capazzo, DeForest, and Wade are all in the back! DeForest is bleeding badly, and Wade said he can't be saved!"

Captain Miller had already seen it, and Wade was still rescuing the person in the back.

Captain Miller shouted, "Wade! Come here!"

"Wade!"

"Don't do that, it's too dangerous!"

The others were still shouting, and Wade's voice floated in the hail of bullets: "I can! I've stopped his bleeding!"

"Rowan."

Captain Miller held down his shaking h ands and said, "Bring him here."

"yes."

Rowan crawled over and grabbed Wade.

"F**K! F**K! F**K!"

Wade broke down and started cursing.

At this time, it seems that this is the only way to vent my inner emotions.

Not everyone has such a strong mentality, so they can play the joke of "How is his injury? Don't worry, the autopsy results are not out yet."

Fortunately, he was so seasick that his legs were weak and he didn't have much strength left, so Rowan forcibly dragged him to the seawall.

Captain Miller continued to ask people to report the number of personnel one by one, and found that more than half were missing.

Maybe he's dead, or maybe he ran away.

It's too chaotic now, it's hard to organize people.

Captain Miller didn't wait any longer and gave the order: "Clear the muzzles! Collect weapons and ammunition!"

The soldiers passed the order on by word of mouth.

Some pulled the weapons and equipment off the corpses, while others began to clean the sand that had gotten into the muzzles of their guns.

Rowan was also checking the condition of the gun.

The Springfield rifle is in good condition. It's not as accurate as modern sniper rifles, but it's much more durable.

The sniper scope has been well protected, so the problem is not serious. Just adjust it for a minor bump.

There happened to be a broken tank more than a hundred meters away.

Rowan fired several shots at the tank to calibrate it.

After getting the main weapon, Rowan asked for a submachine gun, then ate some chocolate behind the cover.

Although he was looking for excitement, Rowan didn't want to follow through in this instance.

Damn, the battlefield is too exciting.

It's better to have something like "Life is Beautiful" or "Taxi".

The excitement with girls suits him.