Chapter 837 Parachute Drop

Sergeant Wilson muttered as he sorted his parachute bag on a C-47 transport plane. "I can't believe it." Their 82nd Airborne Division had just been transferred from a reserve division to an active division, but the first battle was not to fight the Germans, but to fight against their own people on their home soil. What a thing. When he heard about the mission, he thought it was an April Fool's joke. But as soldiers, they could only obey the orders of their superiors.

At this time, a harsh electric bell rang in the cabin, and the red signal light began to flash continuously.

"Prepare to parachute!" The platoon leader sitting next to the cabin door stood up and emphasized again. "We are facing a group of brutal thugs armed to the teeth. Open fire immediately when you see suspicious people after landing! The superiors said that even if there is an accidental injury, you will not be sent to a military court. We will eliminate this group of damn thugs in the shortest time!"

"Understood!" Everyone in the transport plane responded loudly in unison.

The platoon leader nodded with satisfaction and pulled open the cabin door with force, and the cold wind instantly poured into the cabin. After the red signal light turned green, he pushed the weapon box piled up next to the hatch door out with force. At this time, the US paratroopers could not land with their weapons at the same time. They could only put their weapons in the box and search for the weapon box after landing. They only carried a pistol.

"Jump, jump, jump!"

With the platoon leader's urging, the paratroopers jumped out of the hatch one by one. When it was Wilson's turn, he stepped out of the hatch without hesitation, and then felt his body pulled by a huge force. The parachute opened normally and fell to the ground.

When the altitude dropped to a few hundred meters, he saw many people on the roofs and streets below fiddling with something, and some people pointed at the sky.

"What do these bastards want to do?" Those who come out to stroll at this time must be thugs. While muttering, the altitude had dropped to more than 300 meters. Suddenly, a cloud of smoke rose from the ground, and then a huge firework exploded not far below him.

"Oh shit!!" Wilson's eyes widened immediately!

Which bastard came up with this evil idea? !

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Watching the fireworks bursting under his feet, Wilson was instantly soaked in cold sweat. In panic, he heard a shrill scream from a distance. Looking up, a paratrooper's parachute had turned into a ball of fire and fell rapidly. He hurriedly pulled the reserve parachute, but a few seconds later the reserve parachute was also ignited by the flames on the main parachute, and the whole person fell to the ground with a shrill scream.

"Oh my God!"

Bang!

Before he had time to care about the comrade who might be smashed into a meat pie, a firework exploded not far above his head. The next second, a small ball of fire ignited on his parachute, and it instantly became a raging fire with the wind.

"Oh! Damn it!"

The speed of descent suddenly accelerated, and Wilson panicked. But if he opened the reserve parachute now, he would definitely repeat the mistake of the comrade just now. He could only shake the parachute rope desperately to make the fire dissipate as soon as possible. After waiting for the canopy to be burned clean, he hurriedly pulled the reserve parachute. At this time, the ground was close at hand. Almost at the same time as the reserve parachute was pulled open, Wilson fell to the ground fiercely. With the sound of broken bones in his legs, Wilson couldn't help but screamed heartbreakingly.

Soon, his screams attracted two black men.

At this time, Wilson's pain eased a little. Looking at the two strong men, he found something wrong. The walking posture and the murderous aura of these two people were obviously veterans who had been on the battlefield for a long time, not ordinary thugs. "Who are you bastards?!"

The two black men smiled at each other, and one of them rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick arms and tattoos on his arms. "Do you know him? American?"

"Hand of Danjou?" Wilson's face changed suddenly. "Are you the French Foreign Legion?!"

The French Foreign Legion is the most prestigious in the world, and its combat capability is even stronger than that of the US Marine Corps. It is considered one of the most elite troops in France.

The history of the French Foreign Legion can be traced back to 1831.

Prior to this, the famous "July Revolution" broke out in France, overthrowing the Bourbon dynasty, driving out King Charles VII of France, and establishing the July Monarchy with Philip I as the new king. As soon as the July Monarchy was established, it faced internal and external troubles and the situation was turbulent. On the one hand, the remnants of the Bourbon dynasty still had considerable power. On the other hand, the Republicans and more radical factions were eyeing and wanted to overthrow the July Monarchy.

In order to maintain the rule, Philip I approved the establishment of a standing Foreign Legion on March 1 of that year. This Foreign Legion used the same weapons and equipment as the French army. At the end of the year, the first Foreign Legion was sent to Algeria in northern Africa to maintain the rule of the French colonies.

For more than 100 years, the French Foreign Legion has appeared on various battlefields and participated in the Algerian War, the Crimean War, the Mexican War, the Franco-Prussian War, the First and Second World Wars, the Congo War, the Bosnian War, the Gulf War, etc.

However, such an elite legion was not very popular in France. One of the reasons was that when the soldiers in the legion pledged their allegiance, they did not pledge allegiance to France, but shouted "The Legion is my motherland!". Because the Foreign Legion was a legion that was "exiled" in disguise by the local country. They were formed to eliminate the "desperate criminals" (radicals, revolutionaries and soldiers who were forcibly retired) in the country; when Marshal Soult formed the Foreign Legion, he said: "Since they want to fight, let them go to the North African colonies to bleed or dig sand!", so the Foreign Legion was permanently exiled abroad.

As for the totem "Hand of Danjou" tattooed on their bodies, it originated from the Mexican War in 1861.

In the village of Camerone in Mexico, a small-scale battle took place. The 26-year-old veteran Danjou led 65 of his men to meet the transport team and was surrounded by 1,500 Mexican soldiers (originally preparing to attack the French camp).

The Mexican soldiers shouted at them to surrender, and Danjou's answer was "We would rather choose death!"

So the two sides started a fierce battle. Danjou was soon killed in the battle. His successor, Lieutenant Weilun, was also killed. When his successor, Maude, took over the command, there were only 5 soldiers left, and the 9-hour battle had consumed all their ammunition. The only 6 people left launched the final hand-to-hand charge against the Mexican army...

After the war, a survivor brought back Danjou's artificial arm (Danjou lost his left arm in the early battle of Sevastopol, and he installed a prosthetic hand at that time). This prosthesis became the totem of the Foreign Legion, representing the "indomitable fighting spirit".

"You..." Wilson was about to say something, and one of the blacks had already raised the spring rifle in his hand. "Why are you talking so much nonsense."