408 Norwich

Boroll once again gave the order to check the equipment on the lawn. This was his third night boarding and skydiving in recent days. Unlike the other times, this time he knew he was going to the UK.

The battalion commander assigned the attack task just now, and asked each soldier to confirm the location he was going to attack. Every building in the photos brought back by the spies is extremely detailed. These landmark buildings, even trees and road signs have been marked in detail on their combat maps.

Afterwards, everyone was asked to excrete quickly, and then began to check their equipment, weapons, ammunition, and supplies that had been distributed yesterday. Everyone was very excited, but except for the officers above the company commander, they still didn't know which city in England they were going to be thrown into. After the task was distributed, everyone was forbidden to leave the camp, and everyone had to be accompanied by more than three people when they went out. In order to ensure the secrecy of the operation until the last moment, the German intelligence agency really took great pains.

Behind Bacton, a small port city near the landing site, there is a small town called Bute. This is an important fulcrum that the German paratroopers need to capture and prevent the British 4th Army from counterattacking the beach. Around here the German paratroopers were expected to drop three full battalions, and Boller's company happened to be one of them.

"Board!" An officer not far away shouted loudly. With the sound of clattering, all the paratroopers stood up. They carried parachute bags, spare parachutes and various supplies on their chests, and ammunition and tents for others were carried on their legs. Soldiers carrying heavy weapons could not carry so many heavy objects, so their bits and pieces were distributed to other soldiers to help carry them.

Boroll pulled up a tall man who was inconvenient to stand up from the ground, and then walked to Baru's side, motioning for everyone to disperse and board the plane. General Student will land in the UK with the paratroopers this time. For this airborne landing of 15,000 people, Germany has prepared 750 transport planes of various types and 690 gliders of various types. These planes will be responsible for sending the German paratroopers to a specific location, dropping 40 tons of additional supplies and returning at the same time.

Different from the previous airborne operations, 110 Crusader helicopters will participate in this paratrooper airborne and beach landing. These aircraft will be responsible for covering the landing troops and transporting some paratroopers. This risky move was also jointly recommended by several military leaders. The more varied the joint operations, the more obvious the effect will be when they land.

Boroll watched his subordinates step onto the familiar ju-52 transport plane one by one until he was the only one left behind. Then he extended his hand to Baru above and boarded the transport plane with his strength. The sound of roaring engines has filled the entire airport, and the sound of hundreds of transport planes launching together can definitely be called magnificent.

After closing the cabin door, the noise in the cabin became much quieter, and Baru grinned stupidly, waiting for Boroll to announce their destination this time. Boroll raised the corners of his mouth, deliberately holding back his appetite.

"Sir,

Not Norwich? "Baroo told the truth, scratched his head and asked company commander Boroll.

"Tell me, how did you know?" Bolor asked without saying right or wrong.

"Every time we fly for such a long time, calculate the speed of the plane, and then draw a circle, we can't let us go to Oxford behind London, right? Then there will be only around Norwich." Baru and the people around him Several veterans laughed while talking.

Borroll nodded, acknowledging the destination this time: "A small town called Bute near Norwich, less than 10 kilometers away from the small port of Bacton. We parachuted there, then captured and there Defense against British counterattack."

As he spoke, he opened a map from the map bag, spread it out, and then pointed to their theater with the faint light in the plane: "We arrived at the target area 4 hours earlier than the landing force. Do what you can to aid the landing force in the destruction of nearby British artillery positions."

"There are quite a lot of tasks." Baru said with a smile.

"The bomber unit deployed in Dunkirk took off only 25 minutes earlier than us. They will bomb the entire Norwich area and destroy all the areas where the British * troops are stationed." Boroll pointed to the map. A few points: "Here, here, and here and here. With any luck we'll just come across a pile of steaming corpses."

"If you're unlucky, there's a whole battalion of British guys waiting for us below, right?" Baru shrugged his shoulders and joked.

Just now when the regiment leader assigned the task, he said that there should be British anti-aircraft artillery positions nearby, but it's hard to say how large it will be and how much trouble it will cause the airborne troops. According to their large-scale airborne experience in the Netherlands, the anti-aircraft firepower will only be denser and cannot be lower.

In other words, when the formation of paratrooper transport planes enters the British airspace for a while, it is estimated that the British anti-aircraft artillery units will fire mercilessly. How many people can survive can only be resigned to fate. In this regard, Boroll still feels more confident. The airborne he has participated in several times has been smooth, and he himself is still intact.

However, compared to the other several airborne missions, this time it is considered a very difficult innovative operation. The previous airborne missions were all completed during the day, but this time it was completed at night. Town, destroying nearby enemy artillery positions, these tasks must be completed before dawn, really think about it seems difficult.

We should try our best to think on the bright side of things, at least Boroll and his paratroopers comforted themselves in this way. After all, there is still no need to face the British armored forces, so the remaining tasks are relatively easy.

After explaining their respective missions, and arranging the route of cover and attack, time passed unknowingly, and soon the red warning light on the plane lit up. In addition to the roar of the plane's engine, the sound of intensive explosions began to be heard outside the window. It seemed that the British air defense forces had indeed deployed an objective defense force in the Norwich area.

Not far away, a ju-52 transport plane towing a glider was hit by a shell, and the paratroopers inside were thrown out of the fuselage of the plane with flames, and the broken tail of the plane dragged the glider and fell to the ground , and by the time the glider pilots got rid of the burning tail, they were at an altitude that made it impossible to fly to Norwich.

The huge flames formed by the explosion of the plane illuminated Boroll's face. It was not the first time he saw the explosion of the plane, so he showed more numbness and indifference than the panic and panic of his subordinates. He was used to seeing life and death, and from the moment he sent the bearded man away in France, he knew that death was as normal for a soldier as breathing. He just wanted to live silently until the day God let him die.

"Finally check your equipment!" Boroll retracted his gaze and shouted loudly in the cabin: "Load your weapons and ammunition! You will know how important this is as soon as you land! The password is 'Lightning'— —'Thunder'! If the answer to you is not the password, then fire immediately! Do you understand?"

"Understood!" With the distance of the plane trembling, all the people in the cabin replied loudly.

"Look carefully at these photos! If there are no such artifacts in the place where you landed, it means that you have left the originally planned war zone. Then you have to form a combat team by yourself, with the highest ranking officer in charge, and return to our original war zone as soon as possible ... You are surrounded by enemies here, try to survive!" Boroll continued to speak loudly to his subordinates.

He paused, and continued: "We will have the support of the second wave of bombers in the early morning. At that time, try to mark your location! Open the German flag distributed in everyone's hands, so as to avoid being attacked by friendly targets. !"

"Obey! Sir!" Baloo took the lead, and everyone answered Boroll again. Outside the plane, more anti-aircraft artillery fire exploded around, and the British defense system seemed stronger than imagined.

Everyone stood up, hung the parachute's opening hook on the slide rail, and swayed slightly with the vibration of the plane. Everyone didn't speak, and they didn't sing their familiar songs, because the test they faced this time made everyone extremely nervous. They didn't dare to be distracted, and they didn't dare to relax themselves casually.

Suddenly, the green light inside the transport plane came on, Boroll nodded, and Baru reached out and pushed open the hatch of the transport plane, and with the wind pouring into the cabin, he shouted in a deep voice: "The airborne has begun! Jump! Jump! Jump!"

Paratroopers jumped out of the cabin one after another. They stretched their arms straight in the sky, and fell with the howling wind. They were surrounded by their own paratroopers, and they didn't look alone. The British machine guns kept firing in the air, but there were more and more white parachutes, like edelweiss blooming on the Alps.

The last one, Boroll stood at the cabin door, staring at the darkness under his feet, raised the corner of his mouth, jumped out of the cabin under the bombardment, and let his body fall to the ground with the parachute.

UK, London, Prime Minister's residence.

An officer ran into Churchill's office, and under the expectant eyes of the Prime Minister, he shouted out of breath: "It's confirmed! The location where the Germans landed is confirmed!"

"Say it! Where is it?" Churchill stood up and asked.

The officer swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and uttered a sentence that made people despair: "The location of the German landing... is in Norwich!"