Eight Hundred and Ten Times Are Different

When a paratrooper puts his feet on the ground, he begins a fight. Sometimes the battle is even by myself alone, struggling desperately in an isolated and helpless environment. Boroll once fought alone in a dark corner, and he knew that terrible experience, so when his feet touched the ground, he habitually grabbed the gun and lowered his body vigilantly.

When he held his helmet up and raised his head, he found that some brave recruits were recovering their parachutes, veterans with rich combat experience were setting up machine gun positions, and more soldiers were squatting by the bushes, waiting for him give an order.

The counterattack of the Soviets was astonishingly weak, and even the entire airborne area did not have any decent resistance. Although an anti-aircraft machine gun position caused some trouble to the German army, after being hit by two Iron Fist rockets, they also very wisely stopped the attack . Many Soviet soldiers had squatted together with their heads in their hands, being guarded by some special soldiers wearing black German uniforms, watching the German paratroopers landing in horror.

"Hey! Look at those arrogant guys, each of them has a new mp-44 with a folding stock, and even the helmet is an improved version of the m37 with ear protectors!" With the Ser 98k rifle behind his back, he listened to the muttering of Downer who landed almost at the same time beside him.

"The division commander said that there will be friendly special forces on the ground to respond, and they must be there. There are not many of them, and they seem to be very good at fighting... We didn't encounter any resistance, and it must be their credit." Boroll said at the same time. , while leading Tang Na to the back of a small mound that seemed to be a temporary headquarters.

Two high-power radio stations have been set up there, and some weeds and floating snow are spread on the windproof tent that was built, which looks very well camouflaged. The tall radio front was also camouflaged with dead branches. Without careful identification, it was difficult to find the existence of this headquarters.

Several radios were working, and some walkie-talkies for individual soldiers were placed on the table and connected to a simple human generator, which seemed to be charging. One of the leading officers saw Boroll approaching, stood up and stretched out his palm with a smile: "Welcome, gentlemen paratroopers."

Walkie-talkies are a novelty in this era, and the penetration rate of the German army is not very high. Most of the equipment has been handed over to the special forces, and a few are being used in the main group armies, because the cost relationship has only been slow equipment so far. The German Army, which is a bit of an upstart, still has a long way to go if it wants to reach the background of the United States in 1944 in another time and space in some details.

"It seems that we are late, you have finished everything." Boroll smiled and stretched out his hand and shook hands with the other party: "Is there anything I can do to help? I am the captain of the 1st Paratrooper Division's Battalion Long Bollor."

"Have you ever fought Damanhur?" The officer of the German special forces had the same beard as General Sickert, and his smile had the charm of a middle-aged German. When he asked the question, he looked at Boroll,

There seems to be more interest in Damanhur.

Borol smiled and pointed to Donna who was wearing the Damanhur medal behind him, and introduced in a proud tone: "If you are talking about the place where he lost his palm, I think I have been there, but Patton's tanks are so bad, it takes a few tanks for one of our paratroopers."

The officer laughed loudly, stood at attention and saluted and said solemnly: "Long live the head of state, Acador Rudolph! Let me introduce you formally. I am the captain of the 2nd Action Brigade of the German Special Operations Force, named Otto Skorzeny." It's a pleasure to meet you, Battalion Commander Borol, I was fascinated by your battle in Damanhur, and it's a pity that I couldn't fight side by side with you at that time."

"Believe me, it's not a good place." Boroll looked at some German paratroopers in the distance who were driving away on a Soviet truck with a German flag on the front, and pointed casually. My own head said, "We didn't do anything great, we just squatted in the trenches and tried not to let the American bullets smash our heads."

Skorzeny smiled, showing a mouthful of healthy teeth. Not far behind him, a paratrooper chariot was rumbling up the hillside, and many German paratroopers carrying various weapons followed the chariot and moved towards their destination.

"What's the situation now? I was ordered to come to strengthen your position, but to be honest, I don't know much about you, and I don't know what the situation is right now." Boroll walked to a simple table, He tilted his head to look at the extremely accurate combat map.

The German special forces commander, who is still not well-known, stretched out his hand, pointed to the map and began to introduce the current situation: "We controlled 44 anti-aircraft artillery positions last night, and put some of the larger The positions were marked, and most of these facilities were destroyed by the air strikes just now, and it can be said that there is not much Soviet resistance here."

After finishing speaking, he moved his finger to the due east direction of the map: "Another action group called Viper has already controlled the railway bridge leading to Stalingrad. They are deploying defenses there and now urgently need support. We lack It is equipped to deal with heavy weapons, so someone must rush over to help."

"Now I know why you are so powerful, and you still want to leave us behind." Boroll spread out his inaccurate regional map, and compared some important places and marks on it with a pencil: "We Very good at taking out tanks with bayonets and spit."

He looked at the somewhat cramped Skorzeny, pointed to several captured Soviet trucks in the distance and said: "Do you mind lending us these things? To be honest, we are not good at walking on two legs. Since knowing that we are only 6,000 meters away from our destination."

"When did you paratroopers get so close to the airborne target area?" A special forces radio operator who was fiddling with the radio asked.

"Jump off the plane and start counting!" Tang Na pointed to the sky with his finger covered with the iron wristband. Boroll didn't say much, just tilted his head towards Skorzeny, and led Donna away from the simple command post. They walked to the car and arranged combat missions with the commander of the 1st company who came to report.

"How many people have you found?" Bolor began to confirm the strength of his own troops as usual. If it was dark night, he could only find a maximum of 200 people in a battalion. As a commander, he must know how many subordinates he has in order to decide the next action plan.

"This time we hardly suffered any losses. The 2nd company has gathered more than 100 people, and the 3rd company has 110 people. I have the most troops. All 130 people are here. Only one idiot sprained his ankle!" 1 The company commander introduced the situation of the troops. Boroll couldn't believe how good the whole army was.

"Throw all the iron fist and heavier equipment on the truck, and all the soldiers only carry weapons and move forward lightly!" Boroll took out the map, compared it with the map in the hands of the 1st company commander, and then pointed to the railway bridge above. Position, a brief action plan: "Our task is to stop the advance of the Soviet army and control the transportation hub. This railway bridge can shorten our defensive front. I think it is best to deploy the defense line here."

"It protrudes too much forward, will it be taken care of by the Soviets?" The commander of the 1st company glanced at Boroll and asked.

"Are you afraid? Then I'll tell the girls in the 2nd Battalion to give them this bridge." Boroll gestured to put away the map.

The company commander of the 1st company quickly waved his hand: "Don't! Since when did our 1st Battalion be afraid of fighting Damanhur from the Netherlands?" He was a soldier who joined the 1st Battalion in Damanhur. He fought the Battle of Crete, but he kept talking about the classic battles of the German paratroopers, as if he was a veteran of the paratroopers just like Bollor.

"Donald, I'll leave the car to you. Go to the regiment headquarters and collect as much ammunition as possible. If you have any extra, get some anti-tank guns and order a paratrooper combat vehicle. I'll give you credit for that!" Boroll threw his rucksack into the car, then gave instructions to Donna, and then pointed him to a road, showing him how to chase the large army.

When Tang Na set off, he brought a platoon of soldiers with him to escort the ammunition, and played a guest role as a porter again. After all the tasks were assigned, Boroll held the rifle strap in one hand and pressed the pistol holster around his waist with the other, and led his soldiers towards the railway bridge marked on the map, and took his own steps forward.

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In the headquarters of the Soviet Union, Rokossovsky was dispatching troops in a hurry. He sent out instructions by telegram to stop the frontline troops from attacking each other. They were sent out, hoping to get through the key transportation hub and allow the frontline troops that may have been defeated to withdraw.

His heart is turning upside down, because the Germans are showing him an unprecedented war mode, which is more three-dimensional and has more complicated methods... But it seems that the war mode from different eras is more complicated than the previous war methods efficient.

These tactics changed the fixed laws of previous wars, making it impossible for the enemy to defend against them. Even he couldn't guess where the changes in Germany came from, and what they would eventually look like. Standing in front of the map, watching the defense line that he worked so hard to collapse in an instant, he had to sigh: "The times are really different!"

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