177 Snowflakes

The plane was shaking non-stop, and all the paratroopers had stood up. They checked their equipment and fastened the messy equipment they carried for others. The red lights on the plane were not The flickering seems to remind everyone that it will be a very dangerous journey to meet them. (starting)

The platoon leader gave his order loudly: "Check the equipment for the last time! Everyone confirms the parachute! Start!"

"Number one! It's over!" "Number two! It's over!" "Number three! It's over!"... "Number twenty-five! It's over!"...

The green light suddenly came on, and the platoon leader pulled the door open forcefully, and the cold wind suddenly poured into the cabin of the plane, blowing the paratroopers tottering. A slight singing sounded on the plane, and no one knew who was singing in a low voice. Soon, this inspiring melody became a familiar song that everyone was humming.

"The sun shines red, get ready,

Who knows if it will smile at us tomorrow?

The engine started, working at full power.

Take off, take us on the road, today we go to face the enemy!

Get on the plane, get on the plane!

Comrades, that is a journey with no return.

In the far east there are black clouds,

Come, don't get lost, come!

The roar of the engine, accompanied by the individual's own thinking,

Everyone's thoughts quickly skipped to loved ones at home.

In an instant, comrades-in-arms, there was a signal to parachute,

We fly to the enemy, where we light the beacon fires.

Fast down, fast down! "

"Start jumping!" the platoon leader shouted.

The first paratrooper stepped out of the cabin in one step, stretched his body, there was no singing in his ears, only the whistling wind could prove that he was still alive. The airflow quickly blows people back and forth, but the parachute has been opened, and you can see your feet dangling back and forth in the air.

A second paratrooper jumped out, followed by a third,

Fourth, the white flowers in the sky are blooming one after another, just like the white edelweiss in the Alps.

Poland's air defense force seems to have never existed before. The German paratroopers are densely packed in the sky, but the anti-aircraft artillery fire on the ground is pitiful. German soldiers landed on the ground in broad daylight and began to systematically search for their own Forces, and then rushed to the target they had planned to fight for.

Hanging up a branch of a small tree, Boroll finally landed safely on the ground. The airflow in the sky made his weapon not know where he fell. Now he only has a poor p38 pistol and a pistol Military bayonet. Of course, he still has two grenades hanging on his chest, which are all his weapons.

"What are you kidding! Where did they throw me?" Bolor took a compass and looked at his own map for a long time, then opened the manual handed out to them for comparison and looked around. He finally One thing was confirmed, and that was that he was thrown in a place that was not in the target zone at all.

The gunshots coming from not far away didn't sound like their own G43, nor did they sound like MP-44 rifles. So Boroll bent down very carefully, and walked from the place where he landed to a quiet tree pit. But here he is obviously a guest, because there is also a German paratrooper with a Tekken bazooka.

"My God! I almost smashed your head!" The soldier was startled, and then complained loudly.

"Use this?" Boroll knocked on the Iron Fist rocket launcher, snorted, and found a telescope from the soldier's luggage bag. He hung the telescope around his neck, and inserted the pistol into the armband In the holster, I adjusted the tactical vest on my body, and then said: "I am the guide of the 2nd Battalion of the 2nd Regiment. Do you have a target to attack near here?"

"Me? You're kidding! Sir! I'm an anti-tank fighter! I'm only in charge of the entire company dealing with enemy tanks." The soldier said with a sad face, as if he was afraid that he would be assigned to do some dangerous work.

Bolor nodded. "What about your company? I'm happy to be operating with friendly forces."

"Okay! Okay! Mr. Guide, what should we do now?" The soldier said, "I'm also from the 2nd Regiment and 2nd Battalion. Why haven't I seen you?"

"I'm in the company. If I have a treasure like you under my command, I will be the first to kick you off the plane." Boroll sighed and said, "Shut up! Now you must obey my command! Help me finish my mission." Mission! Now we are going to capture a bridge called Sayre."

"Okay, how far is it from here? I still have food for half a row of soldiers in my bag, which is quite heavy." The soldier said.

Boroll's face flushed slightly: "I don't know our current location, so I can't be sure where the target is, but I think we should go north, and we will find the village soon."

"How do you know?" the anti-tank soldier asked curiously.

Pointing to the place where the smoke was rising on the distant horizon: "If you were an air force, would you drop so many bombs in a deserted place?"

"That's not for sure." The soldier stood up muttering, "Didn't they just throw us here indiscriminately? I really don't know how an anti-tank fighter and a guide who got lost Occupy a bridge that doesn't know where it is."

"Can you sing?" Ignoring the soldiers' complaints, Boroll stuffed canned luncheon meat and black bread into his pockets and backpack, and asked casually: "The sun is shining red, ready Well, who knows if it'll smile at us tomorrow? Engines on, full power. Take off, take us on the road, and we'll face the enemy today! Will it?"

The soldier nodded: "The sun is shining red, get ready, who knows if it will smile at us tomorrow? The engine is started, working at full power. Take off, take us on the road, today we will face Enemy! Get on the plane, get on the plane! Comrades, it’s a journey of no return. There are black clouds in the far east, come, don’t lose your mind, come!”

Humming in a low voice, the two of them pushed through the dense grass to the place where the smoke was rising in the distance. They walked with difficulty, with one foot deep and the other shallow, and they staggered from time to time because of the unevenness of the ground. But they are still getting closer and closer to their goals.

Suddenly, four soldiers flashed out from the grass, and pointed their black guns at the two of Bollor. They raised their hands and shouted, "Hey! Don't shoot! We are our own! German paratroopers! Germans!" !..."

Those German paratroopers put away their weapons, their faces covered with black carbon ink were full of smiles, showing their white teeth: "If you don't sing, we will shoot from three meters away." !"

"Be sure to announce an identification password in advance next time! If you run around like this, you will easily be killed by your own people!" Boroll said while taking a G43 rifle handed to him by a soldier.

The anti-tank man also nodded: "Isn't that right! I almost died in the hands of my own people in such a short while."

"Do you know how to get there? Our goal is to attack a nearby village! We don't have a compass on us, so we dare not act indiscriminately!" The leader of the group said, "If you don't mind, you can help us Have you completed this mission?"

"No problem! Let's attack that village together first! After capturing it, we will find the Purcell Bridge we want to capture based on the map and the prisoners, and then we will occupy that bridge to ensure that the armored troops can pass through smoothly."

The six people agreed on the tactics, and began to move forward to continue to explore. On the way, they collected two more paratroopers who were separated. On average, there was still one without a weapon. But they were getting closer and closer to the target village. When they came to the outskirts of the so-called village, they discovered that it was a small town connected by a railway.

The air force had just finished bombing here, the town was in flames, and there were more corpses of Polish soldiers everywhere, and there were even more people alive. There were hundreds of Polish cavalrymen on the edge of the town, but now only the horses were left there, and most of the soldiers had entered. The town participated in disaster relief and fire fighting.

But when they got closer, they found gunshots everywhere in the town.

"Could it be that our paratroopers have already attacked?" A soldier asked with a frown.

"How is it possible? I saw at least a few hundred Polish soldiers inside. If it were our paratroopers, how big would it be? We only gathered 8 people after walking all the way!" Borol shook his head and stared at the map. After a while, he raised his head and said, "I think our army may be coming! Hearing the sound of the explosion, it should be our tank! Only armored troops can fight so fast!"

"The army is unlikely to be so fast, right? This town is on the map. It is the main attack location of the 2nd Battalion paratroopers. It is called Gulu Town. It is 51 kilometers away from the border! It is afternoon..." a soldier questioned. He couldn't help but be a little disbelieving—even if calculated according to the marching speed, advancing 30 kilometers in less than 10 hours is fast enough.

"Anyway, we have to help!" Bolor put away the map and said, "Since they have already marked the front! Then we will surround them from behind!"

"Anti-tank fighter, you cover! If there is a vehicle or tank approaching from the opposite side, you are responsible for killing it!" A corporal with an MP-44 assault rifle assigned the task: "Don't look at me with that look! I know you Only one rocket! But you have to make sure you kill at least one target! Got it?"

"Others, enter the town against the wall! Occupy an advantageous terrain and prevent the Poles from retreating from the edge of the town." Borol nodded, approved the battle plan, and pointed to the unarmed paratrooper: "You have no weapons, take a grenade and scare away the Polish horses!"

"Action!" they all shouted together.

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