On the new day, the warriors of the swamp continued their training, and by order of the division headquarters, all the fighters had to practice the skills of marching in the forest. As a result, many soldiers went into the forest to train on a company scale, and some used the airport as a playground.

Yang Mingzhi gave the guard company a higher standard of training, focusing on short-distance breakthrough operations. To do this, they must not only have a strong physique, but also have superb skills and tactics in battle.

The task has been handed over, and he appoints a platoon commander named Doronin as an instructor. The soldiers actually knew that this Doronin would definitely be the commander of the guard company in the future.

Yang Mingzhi stood at the entrance of the division and smoked a cigarette, his mood was not bad, and after the number of troops at hand increased, his self-confidence became stronger. Ten days ago, the entire army was at most 2,000 people, and the enemy could still easily suppress the troops without raising their heads. Doubling the number of troops may be able to do more.

He puffed out smoke rings and looked south, in the southern part of the swamp, where the Germans were engaged with the Soviets. At this moment, the Pripet marsh is like an island, and to make matters worse, communication with the command of the Southwestern Front has been cut off, and the rest is left to the fighters themselves.

"Smoke a cigarette and live five minutes less." Yang Mingzhi blamed himself for throwing away the cigarette butt and stepping on two more feet.

A soldier came over and saluted: "Comrade Deputy Division Commander, the Division Commander has ordered you to go to the airport." ”

What the hell is going on with that Yevlov? Yang Mingzhi went to the airport by himself, and many soldiers were still training, could it be a problem with training?

As a result, Yevlov directly denied Yang Mingzhi's speculation, he patted two small transport planes on the airport, and everything was like this.

Yevlov said worriedly: "We don't have much aviation fuel right now, and there are no pilots at all. Now that we have lost contact with the Kyiv side, these two planes are of little use. ”

"So what do you want to do?" Yang Mingzhi asked.

"What else can I do? Demolition, of course. We're going to collect the metal and put it back in the furnace, and we're going to be able to make some weapons. ”

"Are you sure you do that? These planes can fly as long as they have fuel. ”

Yevlov shook his head: "The pilot left the plane here as a backup, and now there is no one who can pilot, and besides, you know our situation, you need metal materials to make weapons." It's really chicken ribs for planes to stay here. ”

Yevlov hoped that Yang Mingzhi would immediately agree to dismantle the planes in eight pieces, and that the metal skins could be easily made into grenades after being made into cylinders. Yang Mingzhi thought about it or forgot it, after all, the plane is good, what if it can be used in the future?

Yevlov shook his head regretfully, "Since you have such an attitude, the plane will be dropped here for the time being." But because of the shortage of materials, the work of making grenades had to slow down. ”

Yang Mingzhi knew that what the troops lacked most at present was still weapons and ammunition, and the lack of ammunition would greatly affect the troops' operations, and even some large-scale battles could not be carried out.

Fortunately, this is not the Eighth Route Army in China, and the current situation of six bullets per capita of the Eighth Route soldiers is also because Lao Jiang does not provide logistics. In any case, the Soviet troops in the Pripyat swamps could still carry a rifle cartridge with a base of sixty rounds. None of the shells were wasted, and the reloaded bullets were also issued to the fighters.

"It's okay to make fewer grenades, and the materials left behind can be smelted into more warheads. It's good that we make sure we have enough bullets. Yang Mingzhi said.

"Okay, let's go, let's go see the training of the young soldiers. And your wife, who you care about the most. ”

Yang Mingzhi smiled and went to the training ground of the junior soldiers with Yevlov.

Seeing her husband coming, star fruit didn't dare to relax. All the little fighters are training their physical strength, including star fruit. They held their rifles flat and took aim and held them for five minutes before resting.

In fact, Yang Mingzhi also hoped to train more ruthlessly, after all, when he was in the PLA, he held a 95-style in the army's training, and a kettle full of sand was hung on the muzzle. Only training that borders on barbarism can train ordinary citizens into warriors. Especially for combat infantry, a steady shot is even a matter of one's own life, and only a strong arm can contain the swing of the muzzle.

He is most concerned about the training of his wife and Natasha, and there is no way for them to be trained in the future, and the soldiers must have the consciousness of being soldiers.

At noon, Yang Mingzhi accompanied the children to eat with him, and the staple food was nothing else, such as baking bread and boiled potatoes. The food was light and simple, and the soldiers and commanders enjoyed eating together.

The afternoon training continued, and even the hard soldiers did not say a word, but these teenagers and girls screamed under the encouragement of the political commissar.

Yang Mingzhi had no more work to do, he found a meadow and lay down comfortably to take a nap until a strange noise woke him up.

It was a very loud rumbling sound, and there was even a string of clattering noises.

"What's going on? Whose machine gun went off ?! Yang Mingzhi got up violently, and he saw that the soldiers were all looking at the sky. Yang Mingzhi looked up at the blue sky, where two planes were flying.

He could see the situation at a glance, a piece of air during the flight of the plane compressed the water vapor in the air, creating a large amount of smoke, which is the so-called pulling smoke, leaving a clear flight trajectory. Looking through the smoke, the two planes were chasing each other. It was clear that it was a small plane that was being pursued.

That's the Seagull fighter! With a short and fat body, it is extremely maneuverable when flying, but it is relatively slow, this is a Soviet fighter. And after him was an enemy aircraft, a BF109.

The graceful shape of the enemy plane was very prominent, and Yang Mingzhi immediately realized that this was an air battle.

At this time, the German BF109 had not yet undergone large-scale improvements and flew slowly, but the Seagull fighter still suffered in speed.

The Soviet pilots were clearly hoping to use their maneuverability to get rid of the enemy planes, but the German planes were always quick to catch up and fire again.

"Not good, if you don't help, the lives of friendly soldiers are in danger." Yang Mingzhi put on his hat in a hurry and immediately ran to the division headquarters, and on the way he met Yevlov, who was also in a hurry.

"Yevlov! I'm looking for you! Where are you going? ”

"Where to go! I'll order the soldiers! That German plane had to be shot down. ”

This was exactly what Yang Mingzhi wanted, and soon the urgent order was passed on, and the machine gunners of the two battalions, a total of more than thirty people, were called to the ammunition depot to receive the ammunition. Many soldiers were already shooting into the sky with rifles.

Some fighters held high the bipods of DP machine guns, and the shooters aimed at the sky and fired at enemy aircraft.

"Keep a lead and fire in front of enemy aircraft so that the bullets can hit the enemy." Yang Mingzhi shouted loudly about the skills of shooting at the air, but the shouting was almost muffled by the noise of a large number of machine guns firing.

Obviously, the Soviet pilot noticed an anomaly on the ground, and he not only saw the small airfield clearly, but also clearly perceived that there were friendly forces on the ground supporting him.

As long as the Germans who can't follow continue to guide to that airfield, even if they don't open fire, the enemy will be concentrated by ground fire. In order to shoot better and better at friendly forces, the brave pilot pulled down the nose of the plane, and the German fighter jets following suit.

Yang Mingzhi looked up, this friendly army was asking for help.

"Attention, everyone, our friend is rushing over and wants to shoot the plane behind him!"

Machine guns and rifles were firing at the low-flying BF109, and it was clear that the arrogant German pilot had no intention of losing his prey, so much so that he was shot in the wing. The wing of this German plane was emitting black smoke, and under this wing was the fuel tank, apparently the fuel tank was on fire!

Yang Mingzhi did not relax, he ordered the fighters to continue shooting, and the Germans had to shoot down, or simply blow up the plane!

After this round of shooting, the Soviet pilot found a huge opportunity, the sharp pull of his skill with a sense of direction, the nose of the plane completed a somersault at an exaggerated angle, and the powerful maneuverability was breathtaking. Yang Mingzhi took off his hat and watched his surprised performance, the offensive and defensive situation had changed, and now it was the turn of the Soviet pilots to counterattack.

Yang Mingzhi waved his hand, and all the machine gunners stopped. "Let's take a good look, let's not rob our comrades of their exploits."

The German BF109 that was hit was fleeing, and Yang Mingzhi clearly saw that the guy with black smoke was rushing in the direction of the airport. Is this guy going to make an emergency landing?

No! Not at all! A terrifying thought echoed in Yang Mingzhi's heart, and he waved his arms in horror. "It's an air raid! Everyone, hurry up! It's an air raid! ”

As soon as the words fell, the German plane opened fire, and the bullet was designed at the crowd. Some of the fighters who had just fired in the air did not dodge in time, and the bullets exploded in the crowd, kicking up a series of huge dust.

"Hell!" Yang Mingzhi threw down his hat hard. "Warriors! Don't keep running! Keep shooting for me! Beat that bastard down! ”

Yang Mingzhi no longer cares about those soldiers who are wailing in pain, although that guy is shot and emitting black smoke, he can still fight.

Although the Soviet fighters were chasing, it was difficult for the guy to knock him down, and they continued to fight dogs in the air. But it was clear that the German fighters had clearly spotted an anomaly on the ground, and that there were more valuable targets for the attack.

Yang Mingzhi noticed that the guy flew in the direction of the airport again, and the target was changed to a new one. "I won't give you another chance to escape this time! Fighters, this guy dived again, aiming and hitting hard! ”

Yang Mingzhi also picked up a machine gun, this DP machine gun has 47 rounds of ammunition is very complete, and when the enemy plane is diving, he Yang Mingzhi leads his subordinates to open fire collectively.

German fighters opened fire on two transport planes on the ground, and after a burst of strafing the planes were already pierced, which was the so-called more valuable target. But he was also quickly exposed to the dense barrage of Soviet troops, and the guy's luck was gone, and countless bullets hit the plane, including the wheelhouse.

"Ulla!" Yang Mingzhi shouted loudly, and the soldiers watched the enemy plane fly low with huge black smoke, and then the wings were also broken, and the huge flames engulfed the plane. The fireball slammed into the woods.

Yang Mingzhi and the soldiers were stunned, and he gently threw down the machine gun that was still smoking from the muzzle.

"Ordered everyone in the field hospital to check on the wounded, and called the young soldier Besica over as well. The rest of the fighters checked the wear and tear of their guns and stood by in place. The guard company followed me to check on the crashed enemy plane. Yang Mingzhi finished the order, and then led his subordinates to hurriedly run towards the woods.