The roar of the explosion sounded in my ears, and every second someone fell, and my comrade-in-arms, who was still talking to him just now, fell in a pool of blood the next second.

He himself was tossed to the ground by the shock wave from the cannonballs, and his ears were silent except for the hissing of 'buzzing'.

No one will make it back alive. Such thoughts arose in all hearts.

This frightened them, but it also stirred up another emotion that would only be born in despair, the fight of the trapped beasts.

The allies, who had no way out, had to move forward in order to find a glimmer of life in a mortal settlement.

This kind of thought, which only exists for a second, becomes their belief at this moment, because there is no time here for them to seriously think about what they should do.

The fortified bunkers and trenches became a nightmare for the Allies, and the Germans hiding in them slaughtered the enemy on the beach as easily as a target.

Yes, it was a massacre, the first wave of attacking forces on Omaha Beach, and the casualty rate was 90 percent.

Misinformation turned Omaha into a meat grinder.

Omaha, which was supposed to have only one battalion, actually stationed a main regiment of the elite 352nd Infantry Division of the German army.

The beach is covered with cliffs more than 30 meters high.

The Germans built 16 heavy fire support points on it, and casualties began as the American troops tried to get close to the beach.

The four hidden 88-mm anti-aircraft guns and mortars threatened the Allied landing craft, forcing them to jump further away and jump on foot.

Then came the second wave, the third wave......

War correspondents weave through the battlefield, carefully avoiding the areas being attacked, and photographing the tragic situation on the beach.

A soldier was shot in the waist by a machine-gun bullet, his legs were erect, half of his body was tilted at 45 degrees and he tore and fell, and the viscera in his stomach flowed to the ground......

The dexterous soldier sped forward in a serpentine stance, looking so confident.

Rumble!

A cannonball fell from the sky and hit him, leaving only a sand pit filled with blood on the ground, as well as an unknown arm and leg.

The Heavy on the ground tried to return fire, but the bullets rushed at him on the sand with a swift viper......

Then he saw the follow-up troops, and the front deck of the landing ship was slowly opening.

At the same time, the heavy machine gun in the bunker, which suddenly fell silent, roared again.

Roar Roar Roar ......

Blood splattered, broken arms flew sideways, and the soldiers, who had not yet stepped out of the landing ship half a step, merged together, no longer separated from each other.

A sergeant dragged a soldier who had been shot, trying to take him to safety.

Rumble!

The soldier in his hand seemed to be much lighter when his ears rang, and when he looked back, there was only a severed arm left in his hand.

In the sand pit not far away, there was a puddle of what looked like stained mud emitting green smoke.

The most desperate on the beach are the medics desperately trying to save people, desperate to save the wounded.

One, even if it's just one, but nothing but arms and legs all over the ground, desperate gasping for breath in the stomach, nothing.

A soldier who was injured in an artery was being resuscitated when a bullet pierced his head as the military doctor stopped bleeding blood vessels with forceps.

"**,**,**......" The medic left the equipment on the ground and vented his anger with an angry roar.

Unable to receive radio communications from the logged troops, the destroyer formations realized that the situation on the beach was not optimistic.

So, after a short dispute, they decided to risk a mine and run aground, sail to a distance of only 700 meters from the beach, and launch a fierce attack on the German positions.

Brigadier General Kota, the supreme commander on the beach, also threw away his cigarettes and shouted out to his men the famous phrase that will go down in history: "There are only two kinds of people on this beach, the dead and the dying."

Well, now let's get out of this damn hell. ”

And this is not the only battlefield, the Allies chose 5 beaches as landing sites on D-Day.

Utah Beach and Omaha are under the responsibility of the United States, and Gold Beach and Sword Beach are under the responsibility of the British and Canadians.

Juno Beach was attacked by young recruits from the Salop Light Infantry Regiment.

But there was no more terrible beach than Omaha Beach, where the Allies suffered so much damage that it was later described as 'Bloody Omaha'.

With the advantage of bunkers and trenches, the Allies did not have the upper hand for a while, but the biggest problem was also exposed.

They did not increase their numbers, and the Allied forces were endless, and even if they were able to hold on to the fight, ammunition and supplies were limited.

In fact, they were right, and for this landing, the Allies gathered up to 2.88 million troops, 5,300 warships and 13,700 combat aircraft.

At this moment, the only one that can effectively support is the 21st Panzer Division, which is located east of Caen.

When the Allies attacked, Rommel, who was far away from home, ordered the 21st Panzer Division to be mobilized to the beach, but the high command refused.

They believed that the Allied presence in Normandy was a feint, and that the real target was Calais, and that that was the focus of their attention.

The commander-in-chief, battle commander and top general of Normandy were all absent, and no one dared to risk disobeying the order to make a decision.

What's more, they don't have the ability, if Rommel is there, even with the orders of the high command, he can still forcibly throw the 21st Panzer Division to the beach.

Unfortunately, his judgment was wrong, and the Allies attacked in the most unlikely weather.

Looks like they're going to succeed.

Rommel wanted to report to the Führer personally, but received the news that the Führer was sleeping and that he was not to be disturbed.

Rommel, who is known as the desert fox, can only smash his mouth helplessly, and endure the dirty words that he wants to blurt out.

With the superiority in numbers, the Allies pushed forward with the lives of their soldiers, and every inch was covered with the blood of countless people.

But they finally saw the hope of victory, and it was just around the corner.

......

In the early morning of the 6th, the war continued, but the whole Allied Powers were plunged into great joy and jubilation.

The Allies sounded the horn of victory, a victory for all mankind, and they finally launched a counteroffensive against France and succeeded in capturing Normandy.

"The Allies are expanding their superiority, forming a complete landing ground with point covers, seizing the bridgehead for final victory, and the righteous Allies will surely ......"

The report deliberately ignored the casualties, leaving everyone in joy.

At this time, the people need this, and the Allies also need the people to believe that they are fighting for justice and achieving ultimate victory.

The 13,700 planes flew non-stop between the English Channel, blowing up German armored support and destroying the remaining transport routes to Normandy.

The capture of five beaches was good news for the Allies.

But the war has only just begun, and the next 24 hours will be crucial, and it will be a sign of whether they can expand their gains.

The whole of Normandy was stained red with blood, and if anyone wanted to know what the real sea of blood was like, he should come here to see it.

And in the secretary's office of the logistics support department, piles of bad news drifted like snowflakes through telegrams to the whole of the United States.

Countless families received bad news from the War Department on this day, but they wished they had never received it.

The war made them lose everything, fathers, brothers, children, husbands......

Some families even lost all their men, and their husbands and children were all killed on the battlefield.

On this day, when the United States fell into a carnival in New York and other big cities, all parts of the country were immersed in gloomy grief and despair.

Post-war pension agencies are also doing their best to make amends for these families, but no matter how beautiful the language is, it seems so pale.

Nothing can heal such a brutal wound, this damn war.