The French Riviera, one of the five key beaches targeted for assault.
The sand on the French Riviera was exceptionally fine, glittering like gold under the sunlight. Paired with the coconut trees along the shore, it was quite a nice tourist destination for leisure and relaxation.
At this moment, the sun was setting over the French Riviera. Only a faint crimson glow remained on the horizon, heralding the arrival of a long night.
Along the coastline, countless sandbags had been stacked into a fortress-like defensive line roughly a hundred meters inland. Tens of thousands of German Soldiers in Steel Helmets were stationed there, their heavy machine guns aimed outward.
They all held their breath solemnly, their faces tense. No one spoke. The shore was so quiet that only the sea breeze and waves crashing against the beach could be heard.
It was like the eve of a storm—calm, yet concealing boundless killing intent.
"Has our elite tank division still not arrived from the rear?" a German officer of general rank quietly asked the communications officer beside him.
The communications officer quickly replied, "Report! The rear forces said they have been bombed by enemy aircraft from the Allied forces. Their movements are restricted everywhere, and they cannot reach the coastal defense zone in time."
"Those damned Allied forces! Send out the order: hold the coastal line at all costs! Shoot down every enemy who lands on the beach—no matter what, we must hold out until the rear tank division arrives."
Before the German officer could finish giving his orders, he saw the communications officer staring blankly and fearfully at the sea beyond the sandbags, his young face pale with terror.
The German officer immediately looked up in the same direction. On the darkening sea, dozens of enormous warships could vaguely be