Four Hundred and Two Planes

In the shaky plane cockpit, Boroll was holding the MP-44 assault rifle in his arms, falling asleep with the vibration of the airflow. Beside him, Baloo was squinting at the map in his hand. The roar of engines filled the plane, and these soldiers seemed to have gotten used to this noisy environment.

Suddenly the red light came on, and Baloo elbowed Boroll beside him. As the commander of a company, there was only one squad under his command on this plane. He opened his eyes, looked at the dazzling red light, and then shouted loudly: "Get ready! Watch your step! Check your equipment! I'm going to kick you down in a few minutes! Anyone who doesn't want to die is fine!" Look at your parachute!"

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 entire world, so advanced that they couldn't believe that they were so powerful.

Boroll watched his soldiers complete their actions, nodded and continued: "Our goal is to capture the town below and prevent any possible British reinforcements near the beach. We may encounter the other party's armored forces, so I want you to do your best to keep the Tekken bazooka shooters on your side while you complete the capture!"

"After reaching the ground, quickly form a cover formation and advance into the town. The machine gun team is covering the flanks, and the shooting should not be interrupted. If there is no accident, our reinforcements will arrive in an hour..." He explained loudly while holding the map This time the action mission, detailed layout tactics.

The plane began to shake non-stop, as if avoiding the anti-aircraft artillery shells on the ground, all the paratroopers were shaken to this side, and everyone's face was a little pale, as if they were not used to such violent turbulence. Everyone hooked their parachute hooks to the rails on top of the cabin, which would help them pull their parachutes open when they jumped out of the cabin.

The green light suddenly flashed above Bolor's head. Without the slightest hesitation, Baru stretched out his hand and opened the door on one side of the plane. The combat map of the battle was rattling.

Baloo stuffed the map into the map bag on the side of his thigh, buttoned it up, and checked it. While he was doing these actions, Borol had already ordered loudly: "Start skydiving! Warriors, let's teach those idiots a lesson!"

Following his command, the leading paratrooper jumped out of the cabin, leaving only his parachute hook hanging on the slide rail and the strap behind him still dangling back and forth. Immediately after the second paratrooper jumped out of the cabin, then the third, and the fourth, Baru also jumped out in front of the fifth man. After Boroll watched the last paratrooper jump, he also jumped out. the hatch.

The violent wind made his ears whistle, and Boroll couldn't hear anything. He knew that his parachute had opened, because the speed of descent was not fast or slow that he was familiar with. His body was hanging on the rope of the parachute, shaking violently back and forth with the wind,

It seemed as if he was going to turn out the contents of his stomach. He saw the paratroopers who jumped out of the cabin before him not far away, and also saw other people who jumped off the J52 plane next to him.

One after another, the German paratroopers who jumped out of the plane door bloomed into small white flowers one after another in the sky. First dozens, then hundreds, followed by thousands.

With the heavy impact on his legs, Boroll fell to the ground due to his unstable center of gravity. He hurriedly got out of the tent-like parachute, and then took off the assault rifle fixed on his chest. . He squatted beside a bush and made several gestures to his subordinates not far away.

Baru trotted all the way to Boroll's side with the machine gun team, and several new paratroopers were busy setting up the G42 machine gun. A Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle drove over from a distance, with a captain officer and two non-commissioned officers in charge of recording sitting on it. One of the non-commissioned officers looked at the recording board in his hand and shouted loudly to Boroll: "The airborne was sniped by British ground artillery, and your troops were judged to have lost 30%. Please leave the dead soldiers and move on! "

"Damn, one-third of us are dead now." Baru said bitterly, and then pointed: "You! You, you! And you! Stay and play the wounded. The others continue to move forward. "

"We are still 900 meters away from the target we want to capture! Is this good news or bad news?" Boroll looked at the map and asked Baru on the side: "The other party has deployed two anti-aircraft guns here and here. At a disadvantage, the roundabout attack is not sure whether it will hit a minefield."

"Let's attack head-on." Baru sighed and said, "Information shows that there is only one platoon of British in the town, and we still have 80 people. It shouldn't be too difficult to take down."

"I'm afraid that we will be judged to suffer heavy losses. At that time, we will capture the town, but after the British counterattack, we will be forced out of the town, and we will be judged out." Boroll smiled wryly, and he I know that the stricter the judgment, the better it is for them, but they have already failed twice in this judgment, is it possible to succeed this time?

Baru didn't say much, and led the people to attack directly. Bolor didn't object, but changed his tactics, and asked a few soldiers to detour into the other side of the town from the side to see if they could Sneak attack on a British flak emplacement.

Then there was a wait, and finally the magistrate who was in charge of overseeing the area arrived and ruled that Bolor had taken the town and lost 17 soldiers. This time, Boroll really lost almost half of his hands. His company had about 120 soldiers, and now there are only 63 left.

After setting up the defensive positions, they ushered in a short 1-hour break, because the acting team decided that the defenders had to delay a counterattack for an hour as a simulated reaction time.

Soon Boller's good days came to an end, and the German 11th Panzer Army was responsible for playing the role of the British armored force on the counterattack beachhead. That is to say, during the German landing in the UK, the second batch of the newly formed main armored force of Germany landed-this force is equipped with a large number of Leopard tanks, consisting of two real main tank divisions and an armored throwing The composition of the bombardment division, just because of the latest formation, strengthened the landing training and became the trump card of the landing force.

Soon the German Leopard tanks rushed into the town, and fierce street fighting took place between the two sides. An hour later, Bollor was sentenced to death, and the German paratroopers were driven out of the town by the German armored forces. The exercise ended here. It's over.

On the streets of the town, Boroll and Baru squatted on the shoulder of the road and smoked. Two German Leopard tanks were parked beside them. A few grenadiers walked by with their guns on their backs, pointing at these "dead" soldiers.

On the one hand, the German paratroopers are practicing how to occupy important areas in the face of fierce counterattacks from the opponent, and to deal with the impact of the British armored forces; Minimize your losses. This kind of confrontation exercise cannot be said to be a victory or defeat, because it was originally carried out under extremely unreasonable prerequisites.

Although Boroll was defeated this time, his troops persisted in guarding the town for nearly 2 hours, and repelled an attack by German armored forces. Although they were annihilated in the end, they also achieved the victory of destroying 13 Panther tanks. Amazing feat. The result was that they had fresh chicken at noon, while the underachieving armorers were fed only on black bread.

These unlucky members of the tank crew destroyed by Boroll and the others had to fill out a form to record the process of their destruction, so that they could be analyzed by tactical experts and determine better tank offensive tactics. All these strict drills and training procedures are being carried out meticulously, because they all know that this is the way to reduce their deaths. Now, with a little more effort, more people can survive on the battlefield.

When the order to assemble and evacuate came, Boroll and Barou packed up their things and left with a group of men who had been tired all day. They walked on the muddy embankment beside the French country road, humming the song of their paratroopers. song. Then I watched the tanks and armored vehicles of the armored forces whizzing by on the road beside them, and the grenadiers above smiled and waved to them.

Suddenly the sky seemed to be dark, Boroll squinted his eyes and looked up, and saw the Luftwaffe bomber fleet flying over their heads. Hundreds of bombers flew to Britain across the sea under the escort of fighter jets, where they dropped bombers. Tens of thousands of tons of bombs blew up the area where they will fight in the future.

"My God." Of course, Baru also saw the overwhelming bomber fleet, he blocked the sun with his hands, looked at the densely packed aircraft fleet, and sighed: "If you want me to say, are we making a big deal out of a molehill? How could there be so many British people in the place after the plane bombing?"

"Shut up! Don't underestimate those British guys! We have only one purpose of training hard now, and that is to survive the real battle in the future." Boroll kicked Balu, signaling him to continue to move forward: " Only surviving is the most important thing. Live to kill the enemy and live to meet the victory."

He glanced at the bomber fleets that had already flown into the distance, and said with a sigh: "I have a hunch that our going to the UK will definitely not be easier than the current training. If it doesn't work out, it may be even worse." difficult."

"Isn't it?" Baloo was a little disbelieving.

"Make a bet! Bet on 5 packs of cigarettes." Boroll stretched out a hand and waved it in front of Baloo: "I have never lost to you!"