As the commander of the vanguard of the airborne operations of the 7th Parachute Division, the commander of the 1st Parachute Regiment of the 7th Parachute Division, Colonel Beckenbauer and the regimental headquarters personnel were given special treatment as a matter of course, flying on a DFS230 assault ****** the airborne battlefield. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The moment the skidding under the center line of the fuselage of the plane landed, the huge impact brought a strong turbulence, and Colonel Beckenbauer felt his body being thrown out, but was dragged back to his seat by the seat belt.

Struggling to stabilize himself in the cabin of a high-speed taxi, Colonel Beckenbauer was keenly aware of the slightest danger with the battlefield instincts he had cultivated over many years of warfare.

"No, no, stop me." In the front cab, the driver's shouts are heard in the rear compartment.

Colonel Beckenbauer looked up into the wheelhouse, his eyes through the open cab, through the windshield, and straight in front of the plane.

In the distance, a huge mirror flashed on the ground, reflecting a little fluorescence in the light of the stars.

The ******, sliding at high speed on the ground, was like a frightened wild horse, rushing madly towards the mirror.

Is it a fish pond? Or a lake? Colonel Beckenbauer's heart immediately hung in the air.

In the cabin, except for the pilot, including him, they were all fully armed.

Once ****** rushed into the pool of water that didn't know how deep, he didn't think he and his men would be able to escape from the cabin.

Slowed down under the huge friction, but still rushed towards the huge pool of water without hesitation.

Stop, stop, stop・・・・・・ Colonel Beckenbauer cried out in his heart.

Under the strong expectation of Colonel Beckenbauer and the driver, the speed of the ****** movement became slower and slower, but the distance to the water pool was getting closer and closer, and the result of rushing into the water pool was unavoidable.

With this kind of area, this is definitely a lake, not a fish pond, and once you fall into it, the consequences are unimaginable.

Colonel Beckenbauer unbuckled his seat belt and shouted to those around him: "Unbuckle your seat belt, listen to my orders, and rush to the opposite side." ”

The paratrooper, who was sitting on the same side of the cabin as Beckenbauer, also sensed the crisis and immediately unbuckled his seat belt from his waist.

"Ready, rush."

The four Beckenbauer rushed to the other side of the cabin with all their might, slammed their hands on the cabin wall, and slammed their abdomen and chest into the four paratroopers opposite.

Colonel Beckenbauer's self-rescue operation had an effect, the center of gravity in the cabin suddenly shifted, the gliding fuselage suddenly tilted to the right, and the narrow fuselage continued to rush sideways towards the lake.

Under the huge resistance, the fuselage could no longer remain stable, and lay directly on its side to the ground, the long wing on the upper right side of the fuselage inserted into the ground, twisted and deformed under the huge impact force, and then snapped with a click.

The remaining half of the wing was inserted into the ground again, which supported the fuselage like a bracket and prevented the action of the aircraft fuselage ****.

On the right-side inclined fuselage, the left rear hatch was wide open, and the paratroopers climbed out of the cabin one by one, and the two pilots climbed out last.

Looking at the lake less than five meters away from the plane, the paratroopers who escaped from the catastrophe were apprehensive one by one.

Colonel Beckenbauer stared at the lake for a moment, and then suddenly said: "If this is the lake I know on the map, it should be on the south bank of the Goren River, about three or four hundred meters away. Crossing the Gorren River to the north, is Alexandria. ”

When Beckenbauer finished speaking, he rolled his eyes up and looked at the sky, and saw a paratrooper hanging under the parachute, falling straight into the lake.

"You two stay here, take care of rescuing people, and then take them to Alexandria, and the others will come with me." Colonel Beckenbauer said.

The two pilots quickly rushed to the surface of the lake and swam to the place where the hapless paratrooper had fallen.

By the time they scooped up the chicken-like paratroopers, Beckenbauer and seven of his men had quietly reached the west side of the lake.

Under the starlight, the houses on the west side of the lake loomed, and there seemed to be a faint figure between the houses.

Farther to the northwest, large and small electric lights pierced the night sky, which was particularly eye-catching against the background of the night, and there were faint gunfire sounds.

Pointing in the direction of the electric lightning, Colonel Beckenbauer said, "That's where we want to be." ”

Near the scattered buildings on the west side of the lake, Colonel Beckenbauer had collected a number of paratroopers, one or two, or three or four.

As he approached the Goren River, a bridge connecting the north and south banks, Colonel Beckenbauer was already accompanied by more than thirty paratroopers.

The bridge had been controlled by the paratroopers, looking at the dense houses in the town of Alexandria on the other side of the river, Colonel Beckenbauer left twenty paratroopers to monitor whether Soviet reinforcements appeared in the south, and he hurried across the bridge with the rest of the paratroopers to join the battle to capture Alexandria.

A block of houses south of Alexandria's town near the bridge has been taken over by German paratroopers, and the battle is progressing towards the town.

Beckenbauer set up the regimental headquarters in a nondescript wooden house and soon made contact with the two subordinate battalion commanders by radio.

Two battalions of paratroopers were flanking Alexandria's defenders from the east and west.

Colonel Beckenbauer held his breath and listened intently to the sound of gunfire coming from inside the town.

In terms of the density of gunfire, the resistance in the town is not very strong, and its own troops should soon take over the town. The real big war should break out between the counteroffensive forces of the Russian army.

A paratrooper suddenly burst into the room where Colonel Beckenbauer was, panting and said: "Colonel, there are Russians coming on the road to the south, it is too dark to see how many, but it is certain that there are tanks, and they are expected to arrive in fifteen minutes at most." ”

"You move with maps and radios, don't get too close to the river."

Colonel Beckenbauer threw down an order, and then rushed to the bridge with a few orderlies.

Staring at the bridge over the river and the sappers who set up explosives on the bridge, Colonel Beckenbauer was in a dilemma.

Before his own departure, General Stepent personally summoned him and told him about the importance of this bridge over the Goren River, which was the only way for subsequent armored reinforcements to rush out of the Pripyat swamps and deep into the heart of Ukraine.

Unless the situation is critical, the integrity of the bridge must be guaranteed.

With an unknown number of enemies coming in the dark and tanks, will they be able to hold the bridge?

After a moment's hesitation, Colonel Beckenbauer suddenly remembered the paratrooper who had sent the letter.

Thinking of the paratrooper and looking up at the night, Colonel Beckenbauer decided to take a risk.

After explaining a few words to the paratrooper and making sure that the paratrooper understood what he meant, Colonel Beckenbauer saw the paratrooper turn and run to the river, jumped on an animal that could not see whether it was a horse or a mule, and then ran across the bridge and disappeared into the night.

"Everyone, listen to my orders and prepare for ・・・・・・battle," Colonel Beckenbauer turned to the paratroopers around him and gave battle orders.

Fifteen minutes passed in the midst of the fire, and soon the characteristic creaking sound of tanks was heard on the other side of the road.

In Colonel Beckenbauer's telescope, he faintly saw a dark shadow on the road in the distance heading towards the bridge at high speed.

It seems that it was not the T-34 and there was no KV, Colonel Beckenbauer secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As the Soviet convoy approached the bridge, Colonel Beckenbauer raised his right hand, and the two heralds beside him raised their flare guns.

Colonel Beckenbauer's eyes first appeared in the eyes of two BA-10 armored vehicles, followed by four or five small and fast tanks, and it was impossible to distinguish between BT-5 and BT-7 in the darkness of the night.

The convoy did not rush directly across the bridge, but stopped on the other side of the river, with trucks behind the convoy parked on the side of the road, and a varying number of infantry jumped out of the back compartment of each truck.

Soon, armored vehicles and tanks moved again, followed by infantry, and rushed to the bridge.

Colonel Beckenbauer waved his hand as the armored vehicles and tanks of the convoy rushed across the bridge unimpeded, and the infantry crowded on the bridge.

Two gunshots rang out, and two flares swayed into the sky, covering the bridge and the river with a layer of silver frost.

Light suddenly descended on the battlefield, and most of the Soviet infantry on the bridge subconsciously looked up at the flares in the sky, and only a few realized that there was a crisis coming.

In the houses in the northwest and northeast corners of the bridge, two MG42 machine guns scattered countless 7.92mm bullets on the bridge, and under the harvest of crossfire, the Soviet infantry on the bridge deck was swept to the ground one by one like wheat with a sickle, and the corpses were covered with the bridge deck.

The surviving Soviet soldiers either lay on the ground, and some panicked and turned over and jumped into the rushing Goren River.

Blood stained the bridge red, then dripped into the river, staining the Goren River red.

Assault rifles and semi-automatic rifles in the hands of the paratroopers also joined the battle, raining bullets on the Soviet infantry on the bridge deck and on the other side of the river.

The Soviet infantry on the other side of the river was attacked suddenly, and after panicking for a while, they immediately set up Makqin heavy machine guns and Deggalev light machine guns and returned fire.

The flames from the muzzles of the guns rose and fell on both sides of the Goren River, and tracer bullets flew through the banks like lightning, bringing death to the other side.

On the north bank of the Goren River, the armored vehicles and tanks that rushed across the bridge did not escape the harvest of death.

When the armored vehicles and tanks all drove along the same street, two anti-tank groups suddenly flashed in the dark corners of houses on both sides of the street.

The shooter aimed the tank killer bazooka at the tail of the last BT light tank and did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

A flash of fire flashed, and the last BT tank had an extra bullet hole in the tail, and after rushing out more than ten meters away with inertia, the BT light tank stopped on the street.

The secondary shooter quickly loaded the bazooka with a second rocket, and the shooter stared vigilantly at the direction in which the Soviet tanks and armored vehicles had disappeared on the street.

As if unaware of the attack, other armored vehicles and tanks continued to rush deeper into the town.

Only two tankers emerged from the tank one after the other, and then were hit by bullets from a dark corner and fell to their deaths.

Colonel Beckenbauer was not worried about the tanks entering the town, the tanks were not conducive to night fighting, nor were they conducive to street fighting, and now it happened to be street fighting plus night fighting, and those few armored vehicles and tanks entering the town did not play any role at all except to embolden the Soviet infantry in the town.

What really caught his eye was the Soviet infantry on the other side of the river.

With the exception of the sudden attack by the paratroopers at the beginning of the battle and heavy losses, the surviving Soviet troops took advantage of their numerical superiority and quickly regained the situation by firing across the river.

The Soviet troops on the opposite bank also began to fire flares, and under the cover of machine guns, some Soviet infantry had begun to try to approach the bridge by crawling forward and were preparing to charge.

Colonel Beckenbauer hid behind a waist-high bush, staring at the Soviet troops on the other side, pursing his lips tightly, and if it weren't for the rolling of his eyes, he would almost have been taken for a statue.

After staring at the battlefield opposite for a while, a sentence suddenly came out of Colonel Beckenbauer's mouth: "They should also appear." ”

On the south bank of the Golen River, farther away from the river, Colonel Beckenbauer called "them", the twenty paratroopers who had remained on the south bank, were trotting towards the river.

According to the order brought back by the paratroopers who incarnated as "knights", the twenty paratroopers did not participate in the battle, but quietly hid in the dark, watched the Soviet troops drive by on the road, and then followed behind the Soviet convoy and ran wildly towards the bridge.

By the time they arrived sweating on the Goren River, the battle along the river had already entered a fever pitch, and nearly two hundred Soviet infantry had already begun to charge.

Faced with these Soviet infantrymen, who exposed their backs to themselves, the twenty paratroopers did not hesitate to raise their guns in their hands.

The first to be unlucky were the machine gunners, and the Soviet troops, who were suspected of being officers.

Bullets from the back mercilessly cut bloody holes in the backs of Soviet soldiers, machine gunners lay dead next to machine guns, and officers who had been active spasmed and collapsed on the banks of the Goren River.

A sudden attack from behind instantly blinded the Soviet soldiers.

In the darkness, they did not know how many German troops were hidden, and the surviving Soviet infantry only knew that they had been attacked from both sides.

Deadly bullets seemed to be flying from all directions, and there was no hiding place on the vast battlefield.

At the critical moment, a platoon of paratroopers rushed along the north bank of the Goren River to the vicinity of the bridge, and the arrival of the support army completely tilted the balance of victory in favor of the Germans.

Ten minutes later, except for less than twenty wounded and prisoners, all the Soviet infantry by the river was annihilated.

More than an hour later, the eastern sky was white.

Colonel Beckenbauer strolled through the town of Alexandrov, where the fighting had subsided, and saw two armored vehicles and tanks reduced to steel coffins, and the rest were buried in an unknown corner of the town.

The paratroopers were busy building defensive positions around the town, and a paratrooper on a mule made his way through the crowd to find Colonel Beckenbauer.

"Colonel, there are a lot of Russians coming from the south, and KV tanks, more than a battalion."

"I see, get your people back."

After the knight on the mule disappeared, Colonel Beckenbauer looked up at the sky with a smile on his lips.

A Fi-167 reconnaissance plane is hovering in the sky south of the town, and its appearance means the arrival of reinforcements, reinforcements from the air. (To be continued.) )