Chapter 402

In the rocking cockpit of the plane, borol, holding his mp-44 assault rifle in his arms, was drowsy with the vibration of the air. Beside him, Baru was squinting at the map in his hand. The plane was filled with the roar of engines, and the soldiers seemed to be used to the noisy environment.

All of a sudden, the red light came on, and Baru elbowed borol beside him. As the commander of a company, there was only one class of troops he commanded on the plane. He opened his eyes, looked at the dazzling red light, and then opened his mouth and cried out: "get ready! Mind Your Step! Check your gear! I'm going to kick you down in a few minutes! Those who don't want to die have a good look at their parachutes

All the soldiers stood up with a smile, and then checked their equipment and configuration. The equipment of these soldiers can be said to be the most advanced in the whole world, and the advanced makes them dare not believe that they will be so powerful.

Borol watched his soldiers complete the action, nodded and continued: "our goal is to capture the town below, prevent any British reinforcements near the beach, we may encounter each other's armored forces, so I want you to try your best to ensure that you have iron fisted bazookas around you when you finish the occupation!"

"After reaching the ground, quickly form a cover formation and push into the town. The machine gun group is flanking to cover, and the shooting should not be interrupted. If there is no accident, our reinforcements will come in an hour... "He took the map and gave a loud account of this operation task, and arranged the tactics in detail.

The plane began to shake constantly, as if to avoid the anti-aircraft artillery shells on the ground. All the paratroopers were shaken to the ground, and everyone's faces were a little pale. It seemed that they could not adapt to such a violent turbulence. People hang the hook of their parachute on the slide rail at the top of the cabin, which will help them open their parachutes when they jump out of the cabin.

The green light suddenly lit up on the top of borol's head. Without hesitation, Baru stretched out his hand to open the cabin door on one side of the plane. The cold wind quickly poured in and rushed into the cabin, blowing the battle map in Baru's hand.

Baru stuffed the map into his map bag on the side of his thigh, buttoned it and checked it. While he was doing these moves, borol had already ordered out loud: "start skydiving! Warriors, let's teach those fools a lesson

At his command, the leading paratrooper jumped out of the cabin, leaving only the hook of his parachute hanging on the slide and the belt behind him swinging back and forth. The second paratrooper jumped out of the cabin, then the third and the fourth. Baru jumped out in front of the fifth. Borol watched the last paratrooper jump out of the cabin.

The strong wind made his ears whistling, and borol could not hear anything. He knew that his parachute had been opened, because the speed of descent was not fast or slow as he was familiar with. His body was hanging on the rope of the parachute, shaking violently with the wind, as if to turn out the contents of his stomach. He saw not far away than he jumped out of the cabin paratroopers, also saw the next plane ju52 jumped down other people.

One by one, the German Paratroopers jumped out of the cabin door of the plane, blooming into white flowers one after another in the sky. First dozens, then hundreds, and then thousands.

With the heavy impact on his legs, borol fell to the ground because of his unstable center of gravity. He rushed out of the tent like parachute and took off the assault rifle fixed on his chest. He squatted on the edge of a grass and made a few gestures to his men not far away.

Baru with the machine gun team trot all the way to borol's side, a few new paratroopers busy with the G42 machine gun set up. A Mercedes Benz SUV came from a distance, on which sat a captain and two sergeants in charge of recording. One of the sergeants looked at the record board in his hand and yelled to borol: "the parachute was sniped by British ground fire. Your troops are judged to have lost 30%. Please leave the dead soldiers and move on!"

"Shit, we're about a third dead." Balu hate said a, and then pointed to: "you! You, you! And you! Stay and play the wounded. The others move on. "

"We are 900 meters away from the target to be captured! Is that good news or bad news? " Borol looked at the map and asked Baru on one side: "the other side has deployed two antiaircraft guns here and here. We are at a loss in firepower. We are not sure whether we will hit the minefield by circuitous attack."

"Attack head on." Baru sighed and said: "intelligence shows that there is only one platoon of Britons in the town. We have 80 people. It shouldn't be too hard. "

"I'm afraid I'll be judged to have a heavy loss. At that time, we will capture the town, but then we will be sent out of the town for the British counterattack Borol gave a wry smile. He knew that the more strict the judgment was, the better he would treat them. However, this judgment has failed twice. Is it possible to succeed this time?

Baru didn't say much, so he took the men to make a frontal attack, and borol didn't object. He just changed his tactics and let a few soldiers make a detour from the side into the other side of the town to see if they could sneak into a British anti-aircraft gun position.

Then there was a wait. Finally, the magistrate in charge of supervising the area came and decided that borol occupied the town and lost 17 soldiers. This time, borol really lost almost half of his company. His company has about 120 soldiers, and now there are only 63. After the deployment of the defensive positions, they had a short one hour rest, because the acting team decided that the defensive side had to delay launching a counterattack one hour later as a simulated reaction time. Soon their good days came to an end. The 11th German armored army was responsible for playing the role of the British armored force fighting against the beachhead. That is to say, during the German landing in Britain, the second group of newly established German main armored forces, which are equipped with a large number of leopard tanks, are composed of two real main tank divisions and an armored projectile division. Just because of the latest formation, they have strengthened landing training and become the trump card of the landing forces. Soon the German Leopard tanks rushed into the town, and there was a fierce street battle between the two sides. An hour later, borol was sentenced to death. The German Paratroopers were forced out of the town by the German armored forces, and the exercise was over. On the street of the small town, borol and Baru squat on the shoulder of the road to smoke. Next to them are two German Leopard tanks, whose captains are filling in the report on the cause of their destruction. Several grenadiers walked by with guns on their backs and pointed at the soldiers who had been "killed". On the one hand, German Paratroopers are practicing how to occupy important areas in the fierce counterattack of the other side, and how to deal with the impact of British armored forces; On the one hand, the German armored forces are also working hard to train how to fight in the street, so as to reduce their own losses in the future British operations. This kind of confrontation exercise can not be said to be a victory or defeat, because it was originally carried out on extremely unreasonable preconditions. Although borol was defeated this time, his troops insisted on guarding the town for nearly two hours and repulsed an attack of German armored forces. Although he was finally annihilated, he also achieved the amazing feat of destroying 13 leopard tanks. As a result, they had fresh chicken at noon, while the underperforming armored forces could only eat black bread. These unfortunate tank crew members who were destroyed by borol also need to fill out forms to record the process of their destruction, so as to analyze for tactical experts and determine better tank attack tactics. All of these strict exercises and training processes are being carried out meticulously, because they all know that this is the way to reduce their deaths. Now more efforts can make more people survive in the battlefield. When the order for evacuation came, borore and Baru packed up their belongings and left with a group of tired soldiers. They walked on the muddy roadbed beside the French rural road, humming the songs of their paratroopers. Then watching the armored tanks and armored cars whistling along the road beside them, the grenadiers on them waved to them with a smile. Suddenly, the sky seemed to be darkened. Borol narrowed his eyes and looked up. Then he saw the German Air Force bombers flying over their heads. Hundreds of bombers, escorted by fighters, flew to Britain across the sea, where they dropped thousands of tons of bombs, making their future combat areas full of holes“ My God Balu, of course, also saw the overwhelming group of bombers. He shaded the sun with his hands, looked at the dense group of planes, and sighed, "if you want me to say, are we making a fuss? How could there be so many British people in the places after these planes bombed? "“ shut up! Don't look down on the Brits! The only purpose of our hard training now is to survive when we really fight in the future. " Borol kicked Baru and motioned him to move on: "only to survive is the most important thing. Kill the enemy alive and welcome victory alive. " He took another look at the bombers that had already flown to the distance, sighed and said, "I have a hunch that our training in England will never be easier than it is now. If not, it may be more difficult. "“ Isn't it? " Baru doesn't believe it“ Make a bet! Bet five packs of cigarettes. " Borol reached out a hand and shook it in front of Baru. "I've never lost you before."