Two Hundred and Forty One Landing

The green light suddenly turned on, and there were constant explosions of anti-aircraft artillery around. (Starting) However, the number of transport planes has decreased a lot, obviously because they were scattered and flew to their respective short positions.

Boroll opened the door of the plane, and the cold wind blew on his face. Outside the door, he could see a row of tracer bombs just brushing a ju-52 and flying to a higher sky. He turned his face and looked at his subordinates with the face that had been shaken by the wind: "Start skydiving!"

Everyone hangs the parachute hooks on the suspension rods on the plane, so that when they jump out of the cabin, their parachutes can be pulled smoothly, and the cold wind blows into the cabin, even if they are wearing short The field windbreaker can still make people feel the biting cold.

Soon the first paratrooper jumped out of the cabin, stretched his body as far as possible, extended his hands close to his ears, and kept his feet together without bending. When they jumped out of the cabin, they were 450 feet above the ground, which is the minimum distance to ensure that they can land safely. Even so, the paratroopers had to bear the danger of floating in the air and being exposed to the enemy's guns. The twenty-odd seconds seemed endless.

On a Dutch machine gun emplacement on the ground, a young officer looked up at the sky. He saw the Ju-52 transport plane drop one, two, and more white dots like magic, first 20, and then 50, followed by hundreds of densely packed. German soldiers jumped out of the plane and arrived quietly. He yelled to remind his men to fire back, and the machine gun beside him began to fire violently into the sky. But there were too many targets, and he didn't know where to hit them at all.

Boroll narrowly escaped death again. He saw with his own eyes that one of the parachute ropes above his head was broken by a bullet, but he landed safely. The moment his feet touched the ground, he felt an inexplicable feeling of safety. sense.

He got out of the parachute, and then took off the parachute bag on his back and threw it on the ground. He hurriedly removed the fixed G43 rifle from his chest, and pulled the bolt to load the bullet. He bowed his waist and approached a small bush, where he found a position to cover himself, and only then began to carefully observe the surrounding situation.

He saw a German soldier running towards him bent over, adjusting his direction from side to side. It looked like a veteran. The German soldier ran to the edge of the grass. He held his helmet and raised his head with a flying shovel after seeing Bollor. fell beside Boroll.

"Password!" Although the soldier was a veteran of the paratrooper squad commanded by Boroll, Boroll still asked with a frown in accordance with discipline.

The German soldier held his helmet and glanced at his officer, and replied with a smile: "My own man! Sir."

"Idiot! Next time you answer that, I'll smash your head." Bolor took out the map and started looking for directions: "Next time I say the password, you have to answer the can.

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The veteran took off the mp-44 assault rifle he was carrying, and guarded the surroundings for Boroll. Boroll took a simple measurement on the map, and took a photo clipped in the map to compare it with the distance. In the photo, there is a towering church with a white cross on the roof-there is a church not far away, which looks exactly the same.

"The good news is that the plane didn't throw us too far this time." Boroll pointed to the church over there: "Our goal is there."

While packing up the map and putting it back in his bag, he said to his subordinates, "But there are a lot of bad news, for example, I only have you as my subordinate now."

"Squad leader! I can't see you! But I know you're nearby!" Suddenly, a loud shout sounded. Not far away, Boroll heard a familiar voice shouting in German. Apparently some of his subordinates had landed nearby, but because they were hidden from each other, they couldn't see each other.

"Balu! Shut up!" Boroll replied loudly.

Sure enough, before he could figure out what to do next, the nearby Dutch machine gun positions that had stopped shooting roared again, and the bullets hit the bushes with a popping sound. Bolor felt the dust rising up around him, and he curled up his body hard, hoping that the low raised mound could cover him.

"Damn! I knew it..." He leaned on his helmet and cursed in a low voice, and beside him, the German soldier was lying on the ground as well, trying his best to avoid the bullets from the machine gun positions of the Dutch defenders.

Not far away, the unique sound of mg42 tearing linen sounded, and it seemed that German machine guns began to return fire. Soon the Dutch machine gun position was suppressed. Boroll turned sideways and glanced at the German machine gun position not far away. Beside a small tree, there were about four or five German soldiers firing fiercely there.

"Don't lean in, push towards the machine gun position! Prepare the grenade." Boroll picked up the rifle, propped himself up and jumped forward quickly, and ran about ten steps in one breath before getting down again. During this time, he saw the Dutch machine gun position, only a few tens of meters away from him, and several Dutch machine gunners inside were dodging bullets from German machine guns.

He jumped up suddenly and rushed forward a dozen steps, then just pulled out a grenade, pulled the ring with his mouth, and threw it into the trench of the Dutch machine gun position. He fell down on the momentum of running forward, and then there was an explosion, followed by the rustling of some sand falling on the helmet.

Knowing that his grenade had worked, Boroll climbed up from the cold and dewy soil again, rushed to the smoking machine gun position with his rifle in hand, and jumped into the trench.

A young Dutch officer with blood on his face fell on his back, touching the pistol at his waist with trembling hands. The other Dutch soldiers fell to the ground in a mess, only one Dutch soldier who was in charge of loading was still standing there in a daze. Standing stupidly, holding the ammunition chain used by the machine gun in his hand.

"Boom!" Boroll pulled the trigger and shot through the chest of the Dutch soldier who was standing there. Then he turned around and found that the young Dutch officer who fell on the ground had drawn his pistol. , he fired again, shattering the young officer's head with one shot.

At this time, the characteristic sound of the German machine gun roared again, and the bullet hit Boroll's side, hitting the sandbag and splashing a piece of black mud. Boroll hurriedly bent down and retreated into the trench. A bullet hit the body of the Maxim heavy machine gun above his head, splashing sparks.

"Bastard! Cease fire! Damn it! I'm Boroll! Cease fire! I've already occupied this trench! Damn it! Cease fire!" But even one of the most unlucky German paratroopers.

After shouting for about a few seconds, the German machine guns stopped roaring, and the veteran following Borel also jumped into the trench, and shot two more shots in the head of the still twitching Dutch loader. , The two of them leaned against the trench, and they were relieved until five or six German soldiers came here carrying a MG42.

"Which bastard yelled so loudly just now?" Bolor gritted his teeth angrily. If it wasn't for the machine gun firing to cover him for a risky attack, he would still be holding his head and scolding his mother from behind at this moment.

"He saw your parachute hit the ground, but he couldn't see you, so he had to take the risk of shouting twice." The veteran with the machine gun smiled, and set up the machine gun in the direction of the church, while explaining: "Behind There were two brothers, one with a dislocated arm and the other with a cut on his face from a tree branch. The medics in the platoon were treating them both, so they didn't come up together."

"How many Dutch defenders are there in the direction of the church?" Boroll took out a telescope from his backpack, slightly exposed half of his head, looked at the church in the distance, and then retreated to the trench , looked at his subordinates and asked.

The deputy squad leader shook his head: "We don't know. We just gathered together and haven't figured out how to deal with that machine gun position. If it wasn't for you, we would still be suppressed for a while."

"Baloo! Take him along the gutters on both sides of the road and approach the fence of the church." Boroll pointed to the road in the distance and said, "You still have you, you two...forget it, you alone Follow me. Feint the other side's soldiers to open fire."

He pointed to the machine gun: "The remaining three people, get the Maxim too, "operate" the two machine guns, don't be stingy with the ammunition, and aim at the church window and hit hard."

After the task was assigned, everyone started to act. The Maxim machine gun on the position fired first because it had enough ammunition. The bullets shattered the glass of the church with the sound of "chug, chug." On the front, Boroll and a soldier bent over and rushed towards the church alternately covering.

"Boom!" Inside the church, a Dutch defender opened fire, but obviously he used a rifle, not the machine gun that German paratroopers were more afraid of. The window where the fire was fired was soon smashed into a sieve by the Maxim machine gun snatched by the German paratroopers, all the glass was shattered, and the surrounding walls were also covered with bullet marks.

The German paratroopers who attacked from another direction quickly occupied the fence outside the church. The two of them crossed the low fence without a sound, and did not let go until their bodies leaned against the outside wall of the church. in one breath.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise. Boroll, who had already groped his way to the main entrance of the church, discovered that in the small square of the village not far from the church, a Dutch anti-aircraft gun was firing at the sky. Around, there are at least a dozen Dutch soldiers busy...

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