Dawn gradually broke. When the first rays of sunlight fell from the horizon over the French Riviera, the nightmare-like night over the outskirts of France was finally driven away.
The inland region of the French Riviera had been completely reduced to a shattered landscape after the ravages of war. Rotting corpses, guns, shell casings, bloodstains, scorched earth, and smoke were everywhere, disguising the dozen-mile stretch of land as an abandoned disaster zone.
Countless soldiers' bodies were piled into hill-like heaps for incineration. Foul black smoke permeated the air, nauseating anyone who caught a whiff of it.
After one night, the massive amphibious landing operation, which had lasted more than a dozen hours, finally had a brief chance to catch its breath.
The German forces along the five beach fronts and in the outskirts of France had basically been cleared out. Of course, the Allied forces of the three nations had also suffered heavy casualties during the forced landings. However, more Allied troops were continually being transported ashore from the rear, replenishing the forces with fresh blood for the ongoing campaign. As a result, their military strength seemed to be growing rather than shrinking.
This was only the first day of the campaign. The Allied forces of the three nations could only be said to have won a costly victory. From here on, they had to accelerate their operations, first completely entering France to eliminate the German Soldiers and liberate the territory, then pushing into Germany...
Early that morning, most of the Allied soldiers rested where they were, while fresh troops took over the attack and defensive positions.
Fury, wearing a lieutenant's uniform covered in blood and grime, was running himself ragged. He had barely set down his rifle before he was leading the troops under his command to collect supplies