Like Franz?? As Klingberg feared, the troops who were on the road did not have time to turn on the radio, they could not receive his orders, and the delays along the way also made their line very long, and the leading troops barely reached the hidden location, but the troops behind were still dozens of kilometers away. And Franz?? Klingberg had also studied the map and knew that while there were some available concealment points along the way, none of them would be enough to conceal so many people.

"Losses are inevitable, and I just hope that the losses can be smaller."

In fact in Franz?? By about the time Klingberg gave the order, the junior officers who were still on the road had already understood that they would not be able to reach their destination before dawn. So many officers have already issued covert orders in advance. For example, the company commander Kopke, who gave the order to evacuate and conceal even more than the division commander Franz?? Klinginberg was earlier. The soldiers left the road and hid in the fields by the roadside, all covered with branches and grass that had been improvised from the trees in the field. As long as they are inactive, they will never be visible from the air. It's just that the three transports that were responsible for transporting their company were now a problem, and Koepke told them to leave the kilometer and drive as far away from the road as possible. And then, well, it's up to providence.

In fact, the vehicles didn't have time to go far, and as soon as they got off the road, the sound of airplane engines could be heard in the sky. The drivers immediately threw away the car and ran to the grass next to them to hide. Flying flew several P/A-38 attack aircraft. Apparently the planes spotted the cars below, and they swooped down and easily destroyed the three cars with a few 37mm guns, and then the planes circled the area again - apparently, the guys on the planes also suspected that the Germans were hiding not far from the cars. However, they apparently failed to spot the Germans hiding in the meadows and fields, so they pulled up the planes again and flew along the road into the distance.

As soon as the P/A-38 attack planes left, and before Koepke could get up from the ground, the roar of planes was heard in the sky again. Koepke lay on the ground, trying to raise his head and look in the direction the sound was coming from, and he saw two transport planes flying in this direction. The two transport planes did not fly very high, according to Kopke's eyesight, their flight altitude was about 800 meters.

"What are these transport planes doing at this time? And he flew so low, did he want to airdrop the paratroopers, or throw supplies to the paratroopers? Koepke immediately remembered the paratroopers who had ambushed Crawford and them, with extremely strong firepower.

"This must have been for them, they need fuel and ammunition." Thinking like this, Koepke decided that they would lie here first, and when those paratroopers appeared, they would surprise them.

……

"Look, captain, there are three destroyed German vehicles there." The co-pilot, Joaquin, said to Captain Stephen, "It's a transporter, look at it and it's still burning, it must have just been wrecked." They are not far from the road, then the soldiers they transport must also be nearby. ”

Joaquín had thought of what he had said when Stephen saw the three burning cars. He carefully looked around, there was no place to hide the 47mm 37mm guns that were enough to threaten the AC-47. So he began to carefully lower the height.

"I don't know if there's anyone in that meadow over there?" Joaquín asked.

"Let's talk about two shuttles." Captain Stephen replied.

Unlike the P/A-38, which has a limited number of shells, the AC-47 carries a much larger number of shells, so the ability to waste a little shells and do something like "kill by mistake" is much stronger than that of the P/A-38. That's why Stephen made such a decision.

As the plane approached the grass, the door had been opened, and Koku aimed the muzzle of the 25mm Gatling gun at the grass, and pressed the shè key. Driven by the motor, the six barrels of the cannon quickly rotated, spitting out a long tongue of fire. The chainsaw-like sound immediately filled the cabin, and then a choking smell of gunpowder permeated.

Kocu swept a few shuttles across the grass when he heard Stephen's command: "Okay, stop...... Cough...... Ahem......". Obviously, the smell of gunpowder choked everyone.

"Not having a gas mask for every flight is definitely a design loophole, and it must be brought up like the one above when you go back." Stephen thought.

Stephen had already served in the Army Aviation before the war, flying transport planes. If the war had broken out a month later, he would have retired to a company to open a McDonnell Douglas 3. After the outbreak of war, he became a bomber pilot again. Recently, because of his experience in flying transport planes and combat aircraft, he was transferred again and became the captain of an AC-47 attack aircraft.

In Stephen's opinion, flying an AC-47 attack aircraft is more exciting than a bomber, but the handling of this comfort is really too underconsidered. In order to ensure the stability of the design, the gun was placed on the central axis of the aircraft, and as a result, the barrel of the 25mm gun was still in the cabin when it was fired, and the result was that both noise and exhaust gases were unbearable.

However, the firing of the 25-mm Gatling gun was nothing more than uncomfortable for the AC-47 crew, but it was simply hell for those who were attacked.

When the shelling began, Koepke was lying on his stomach in the grass where he was about to be targeted. Beside him, there were also a number of comrades-in-arms, among whom the closest to him was the platoon commander Camacho, who was lying less than 5 meters away from Kopke. When the AC-47 began shelling, Koepke buried his head in the dirt and closed his eyes tightly while praying to God. Some of the things that the shells had lifted up had smashed on him, but he didn't care about them at all, he didn't even open his eyes and look at them. At this time, there is no difference between watching and not watching, anyway, it all depends on luck.

Maybe it was Koepke's luck, or maybe the prayers worked. The shelling soon ended, and Koepke did not appear to be injured. Then he opened his eyes, and the sight before him was immediately so frightened that he jumped to his feet - less than 20 centimeters away, Camacho, whose face was covered in mud and blood, was staring at him with wide eyes.

"How did he get so close to me?" This was Kopke's first reaction, but he immediately realized that something was wrong, Camacho in front of him had no body, just a head! And his body was still five or six meters away from Kopke. Koepke remembered that just now, something very heavy had knocked on his steel helmet and rolled down in front of him. At first he thought it was a rock that had been lifted by a cannonball, but now it appears that the stone was Camacho's head.

Just now, during the shelling, a shell hit Camacho in the neck. Like a hot knife cutting through a piece of butter, it easily cut his head and body in two. The high-explosive shell then exploded, and the shock wave threw Camacho's head here.

Koepke was also a battle-hardened veteran, but at this moment, he couldn't hold back any longer, fell to his knees, and vomited desperately.

……

Stephen had been looking for an opportunity to try out the power of the 40mm gun, another weapon on the AC-47. In terms of data, this gun with a longer barrel and higher muzzle velocity was much more powerful than the 37mm gun on the P/A-38. It should be a good choice for fighting armored targets. It's just that the speed of the AC-47 is too slow, and it's not that they haven't seen the German tanks along the way, but the tanks or armored vehicles they see are already smoking and spitting fire. Apparently someone has already taken the lead and turned all this stuff into scrap metal.

"Damn, why do you guys eat so cleanly? Nothing will be left to us. Disappointed, Stephen simply burst out on the radio. This reminded Ron, who was in the command headquarters, of the joke in "The Legend of the Laughing Forest" that accused people of gnawing on sugar cane for too long and had no taste at all.

Obviously, judging by the results just reported, today's assault was very successful, the road was full of vehicles that the enemy had not had time to hide, and by now his attack aircraft had destroyed at least 22 trucks, 10 towed guns, 15 tanks and assault guns, and 5 motorcycles. And the results are still expanding. This shows that the flower that Ron played with last night had a good effect.

"After these few days of fighting, the combat capability of the 17th SS Panzergrenadier Division has been wiped out by at least a third. This way, our flanks are much safer. Ron thought.

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"Captain, look at the woods at one o'clock, is there something there?" Once again, the co-pilot, Joaquín, spotted the target.

Stephen looked over into the woods, and he noticed that several of the trees in the grove had broken and fallen to the ground. And through the not too dense foliage, if you look closely, there really seems to be something under the tree.

……

With great effort, Thomas finally drove his four-barreled 20-millimeter gun into the woods. Exposed in the open field. Even if it is a high shè gun, it can only be beaten into slag by attack aircraft. But now, with two transport planes circling around the woods where he was, did they see themselves? But what if they did?