He turned back, surprised to find that the paratroopers had all already exited the cabin.
The paratrooper commander patted Mark on the shoulder: "Thank you, and good luck."
After speaking, he also turned and swiftly moved to the cabin door, jumping out without hesitation.
Mark glanced at the co-pilot: "I plan to make a forced landing on the beach."
The co-pilot didn't answer, his head drooping to the side.
Only then did Mark notice that the co-pilot had been shot at some point.
"Damn it."
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August 3, 0230 hours, Prosen Western Front Command.
Erwin Rommel pushed open the bedroom door, dressing while asking: "What is it that woke me?"
"Paratroopers, Marshal."
Erwin paused his buttoning, looking up at the deputy officer: "Paratroopers? Scale? Location?"
"In the Norman Duchy, the scale is still being confirmed. The resistance organization has cut off our phone lines, and we're currently in chaos."
