On the empty and flat threshing floor west of the town of Sarne, Feigrain looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, looking at the flying formations that flew overhead from time to time, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The one who looks like a seagull is Stuka, the small one is the He-100, and the Ju-88, it should be someone from naval aviation, and the time has come for us to counterattack."

Captain Majer looked at his watch, and then said: "The time is almost up, and the people of the Air Force should be almost there." ”

"Look there, I think they're already here." Feglein said, pointing to the northeastern sky.

Captain Majer looked to the northeast and saw a black dot flash in the northeast sky.

After a little counting, Captain Majel found that there were more than twenty black spots.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the black dots turned into planes and appeared over the town of Sarne.

The eight He-100 fighters responsible for escorting the convoy broke away from the group and circled in circles in the sky near the town of Sarne.

Under the guidance of Figlein's men, the FA-223 helicopters in the fleet landed on the threshing floor one after another.

A paratrooper colonel, wearing a steel helmet and a one-piece combat suit, was followed by a group of men as he walked to Feglein on the edge of the threshing floor.

The colonel at the head respectfully saluted Feglein: "General Figlein, the 101st Special Air Service Regiment is here to report, and I am Ernst Koch." ”

Figlein returned the salute and said: "Welcome, hero of the capture of the fortress of Eben Emar. ”

Colonel Koch smiled and said modestly, "The fortress of Eben Emar is a thing of the past. ”

"You're right, let's talk about the upcoming battle." Feglein said.

Figlein took Colonel Koch back to his headquarters, pointed to the map and asked, "From the information I have so far, the Russian troops in Ukraine are trying to sneak through the Pripyat swamp and sneak attack the rear of our Army Group Center. ”

Colonel Koch nodded and said: "Before I left, General Stepent explained to me the situation of the war, basically as you described, the enemy sent a large number of paratroopers, and at present these paratroopers have made peace with the main force of the enemy, and our troops are fighting fiercely with them on the north bank of the Pripyat River to prevent them from advancing into the heart of Belarus and threatening the supply lines of Army Group Center, especially from Warsaw to Smolensk via Minsk. ”

Fieglein pulled out a pack of cigarettes, pulled out one and handed it to Colonel Koch.

After taking two puffs of his cigarette, Figlein pointed to the map and said: "Since the enemy's aim is to cut off the supply lines of Army Group Center, this means that the most urgent thing for them to do now is to break out of the swamp as soon as possible, their attention will not be focused on us, and we will face at most some infantry units covering the flanks." ”

"Or maybe cavalry." Colonel Koch added.

"For us, there is not much difference between infantry and cavalry." Feglein said.

"What are you going to do?" Colonel Koch.

"The Governor has said that the most vicious means of war is to leave the enemy without food. The Russians want to cut off the supply lines of Army Group Center, and I will first give them a taste of what it is like for us to cut off the supply lines. ”

Feglein said, drawing an arc on the map with his right index finger, which Colonel Koch was surprised to find did not point to the east, but to the south, and then to the east.

Colonel Koch nodded.

"I see what you mean, my people and I will fully cooperate with your plan, what do you need us to do?"

Figlein pointed to the door and asked, "How many planes do you have that can take off and land vertically?" In the swamps, with two legs alone, you will not be able to keep up with the pace of our cavalry. ”

"What you just saw is all we have at the moment." Colonel Koch said.

"Well, it seems necessary for me to send a telegram to the Governor and ask him to loot the entire country for you to use."

After the two men pointed to the map and made a comparison, Feglein and Colonel Koch shook hands and said goodbye.

After seeing off Colonel Koch, Figlein turned to Lieutenant Colonel Gale and asked, "How is the 2nd Cavalry Regiment preparing?" ”

"They have already made contact with naval aviation and are ready to receive support from naval aviation."

"Let them do it."

Twenty minutes later, in the dense forest northwest of the town of Sabo Roj, abandoned by Figlein, Colonel Schheiner crouched at the edge of the woods, staring at the town of Sabo Roj in the distance.

At this time, on the streets of Sabo Roger Town, the figure of Soviet troops walked by from time to time.

In Colonel Schheine's binoculars, the Soviet infantry outside the town could clearly be seen wielding sapper shovels and struggling to load a spade of dirt into sandbags, which were then transported into the town by trucks or wagons.

On both sides of the intersection in the direction of the woods in the town of Sabo Roger, the Soviets had already piled up two machine-gun positions with sandbags.

"Hurry, hurry, we're running out of time." Colonel Schhner muttered to himself.

In his anticipation, a huge fleet of planes finally appeared in the northern sky, with more than thirty planes.

Colonel Schhner saw the group of planes appearing in the sky, slashed forward with his right hand, and shouted loudly: "Send a signal, send a signal to naval aviation." ”

Four mortar shells flew out of the woods and landed at various points in the town of Sabo Roj, and green smoke quickly enveloped the town.

As the green smoke rose, the group of planes from the north rushed straight towards the town of Sabo Roger like vultures with blood.

As early as the moment the mortar shells fell, the Soviet troops in the town of Sabo Roger were thrown into disarray.

The Soviet troops outside the town threw down the sandbags in their hands, turned around and fled into the town in a hurry.

The iconic screech of the Stuka bomber as it dives echoes in the air.

Gray-black smoke rose into the sky with the rumbling explosion, wrapped in large and small rubble and rubble, and occasionally a or two-person object.

Clouds of black gunpowder soon burst out of the sky, which were anti-aircraft shells fired by Soviet air defense units on the ground.

Colonel Schheine's gaze swept over the town, and he instantly judged from the density of black smoke that the anti-aircraft fire of the defenders in the town was simply not enough to resist the air raid of more than thirty aircraft.

Bombs were dropped, strafed the ground, and the air raid lasted about thirty minutes before it regrouped and left in the sky.

Colonel Schheiner picked up the whistle hanging on his chest and blew it fiercely, and the shrill whistle sounded, and a series of vigorous figures rushed out of the woods.

With the sound of squeaky metal, nine No. 3 assault guns burst out of the woods and rushed after the running soldiers towards the town of Sabo Roger.

Under the accurate point fire of the No. 3 assault gun, the town of Sabo Roger faced the side of Colonel Schhainer, and the fire points that opened fire on the German soldiers burst into flames one by one, and the fragments of the machine gunners flew into the sky along with the machine gun parts.

With the support of assault gun No. 3, Colonel Schheine's men took advantage of the vegetation and crops outside the town to break through the defenders' defenses and storm the town in less than twenty minutes.

After more than forty minutes, the sound of gunfire in the town gradually thinned, and a herald hurried to the edge of the dense forest on a bicycle that he had found out of nowhere, and reported to Colonel Schheine: "Mr. Colonel, the battle is over, and I need your new orders." ”

"Build fortifications to defend against a Soviet counteroffensive." (To be continued.) )