At 7:40 a.m. on 10 June, it was confirmed that the two battalions of the vanguard, had landed safely, and had seized an airborne field in the wilderness between Mount Trajoli and Versailles. Colonel Brower, commander of the 1st Regiment of the 7th Parachute Division of the Luftwaffe, led the regimental headquarters and the 3rd Battalion to board and set off, and landed safely forty minutes later.

Soon after his landing, Brower made contact with the two battalions of the vanguard, and the three battalions immediately split up, cutting off the road from Paris to the west to Mount Trajoli and southwest to Delew, while Brower led the regimental troops to a small village called Chartres near the airborne site to wait for the arrival of the follow-up airborne troops.

While the paratroopers were using bushes and woods to build fortifications near the road, Brower received two good news and one bad news.

The first good news is that the air force transport group has once again appeared on the horizon, and two more battalions of paratroopers are coming.

The second piece of good news is that the Army's armored units will be able to join them before dark at the latest.

The bad news was that the Air Force reconnaissance planes spotted a large number of enemy troops leaving Paris, heading along the road in the direction of Mantra Joli and Dele.

It was an opportunity, a good opportunity to earn merit for the paratroopers, and Brower immediately discovered the mystery.

He led the paratroopers to block the enemy head-on, blocked them on the road, and then contacted the army armored forces that rushed to flank them, even if they could not completely annihilate them, they could also inflict heavy damage on them and reduce the pressure in future battles.

Colonel Brohl, who had figured out the key to this, immediately took action, informed the battalions of the regiment of the enemy situation, and urged them to hurry up the construction of fortifications. Prepare to meet the enemy forces coming from Paris.

With the successful landing of two paratrooper battalions of the 2nd regiment. Colonel Broll felt his odds growing.

Forty kilometers southwest of Paris is a small village called Udan. The road from Paris to Deloux passes south of the village of Udang.

The 3rd Battalion of the 1st Regiment of the paratroopers who occupied the village finally welcomed the enemy troops they had been waiting for for a long time.

Looking at the iconic pot-lidded steel helmets on the heads of the enemy soldiers in the distance, the paratroopers of the first battalion immediately recognized the enemy as British.

The British army, which appeared to be about 200 men, was clearly a reconnaissance force, and they were very vigilant, and they noticed something strange in the village of Udang from a distance, because it was so quiet, and it was very close to the paratroopers they had seen in the city of Paris.

After observing from a distance for a while, more than 100 British soldiers cautiously approached the village in a straggler formation, while the rest of the British soldiers searched for the terrain and set up machine guns. Prepare to support their attack.

More than 100 British scouts, armed with Enfield rifles, bent over and taking small steps, took advantage of the undulating terrain and vegetation on the ground to slowly approach the village of Udang.

When the soldiers at the vanguard of the British skirmish line approached about 123 meters away from the village of Udang, a British lieutenant quietly hid behind a small dirt slope and knelt on one knee to look at the village.

A gunshot rang out, the British lieutenant's head jerked back, and the MK2 steel helmet without a strap on his head flew into the sky, with a bloody hole in his forehead, and the body of the British lieutenant fell to the ground softly.

The moment the British lieutenant fell to the ground. The incessant neighing of MG34 machine guns and the cheerful ping-pong sound of the M1 rifle firing resounded through the village of Udang. There was also a muffled sigh of a 50-mm mortar in between.

In the rain of bullets of the German paratroopers, more than a dozen British soldiers who rushed to the front were all shot, and their bodies crackled and fell to the ground, and the British soldiers in the back of the position also scrambled to the ground, unable to distinguish whether they were shot or lying down on their own initiative, and there was no longer a standing British soldier on the battlefield for more than ten seconds.

The British scouts reacted very quickly, and the machine guns behind the battlefield that were responsible for providing fire cover opened fire one after another, counter-suppressing the German machine gun fire points that exposed the target.

With friendly support, the British infantry, who were overwhelmed by the pressure, were greatly relieved, and they boldly used the terrain and the accuracy of their Enfield rifles to fire at the Germans in the village.

After several minutes of firefighting, the British firepower weakened again.

In such a confrontation, the firepower of the Enfield rifle in the hands of the British infantry was not at all an opponent of the German M1 rifle.

Hearing the whistle, the British scouts, who were beaten by German firepower, were as if they had heard the sound of heaven, and then took advantage of the terrain and began to retreat slowly, and after paying the price of seven or eight people being shot and falling to the ground, the British scouts all left the battlefield and retreated to a safe area.

The commander of the 1st German paratrooper battalion wisely allowed only one company of paratroopers stationed in the village to open fire, while the remaining three companies remained hidden. He clearly knew that this firefight was just a prelude to a big battle, and he must not expose his full strength.

The commander of the British reconnaissance company on the opposite side did not let his men continue the useless battle, because he thought that he had discovered the strength of the German army on the opposite side.

The gunfire on the battlefield gradually subsided, and only the wails of the wounded British soldiers in the open space outside Wudang Village kept ringing out, adding a bit of horror to the battlefield.

Colonel Brower was soon briefed on the battle, and he immediately sent the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Paratrooper Regiment, which had just been assembled after the parachute landing, to rush to the aid of the defenders of Udang Village, and prepare for a large-scale attack by the main British army.

After the reinforcements were dispatched, Colonel Brower urged the subsequent airborne troops to be airborne as soon as possible, while waiting for a new battle report from Udang Village.

Two hours later, the remaining units of the 2nd Parachute Regiment, the 3rd Parachute Regiment, the Artillery Battalion, and the Anti-Tank Artillery Battalion of the 7th Parachute Division parachuted into the battlefield one after another, but Colonel Brower still did not receive a new battle report from Udang Village.

Were all the men in Udang killed or were they not attacked by the British? Colonel Brower's mind was filled with question marks.

Five minutes later, just after sending a telegram inquiring about the progress of the battle in the village of Udang, Colonel Brower received an order from Heydrich, commander of the 7th Parachute Division.

The Army's 7th Panzer Division and the troops of the Hermann Goering Regiment were engaged with the British in the southwest area of Paris, and Brower immediately led the 2nd Battalion and 3rd Battalion of the 1st Paratrooper Regiment and the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment to march to Paris along the road from Deloux to Paris, attacking the British from the flank, and then cooperating with the armored forces to drive the British back to Paris, and the defense of the village of Udang was taken over by the 2nd Battalion of the 2nd Regiment.

Isn't the task of flanking the task supposed to be done by armored forces, how did it turn into its own troops? It seemed that this feat was about to be snatched away by the armored soldiers again, and Brower's heart was full of resentment.

With great resentment, Brower set out on the road to Paris after gathering his troops in the area of the village of Udan.

Colonel Brower saw from a distance more than thirty planes circling in the distant sky, and he was not afraid of this.

From the characteristic screeching sound of those planes as they dived, Broll knew that those planes were Stuka dive bombers.

I don't know which unlucky guy was targeted by them, may God bless you.

No sooner had Brower finished praying for the misfortune of the enemy when gunfire rang out at the forefront of the marching line.

The paratroopers marched in front of the column and rushed to meet countless figures, dressed in khaki military uniforms and pot-lidded steel helmets, rushing towards the paratroopers along the road and the green fields on both sides.

The paratroopers were slightly taken aback, thinking that the British had launched an attack on them.

They quickly left the road and dispersed into the fields on both sides, using the terrain to build simple fortifications to meet the British troops on the opposite side.

The British troops ran closer and closer, and the paratroopers gradually saw that the British formation on the opposite side was chaotic, and the running posture was not tactical at all, and it could be called a headless fly.

As if some monster was chasing them from behind, Colonel Brower lowered his binoculars and muttered to himself.

Machine guns, rifles, and submachine guns blocked the path of the British troops running on the opposite side, and the panicked British troops fell like scythe-cut wheat, and the corpses in khaki uniforms filled the field in all directions, and the splatters of blood stained the green grass.

Death woke up to the British fleeing on the opposite side, and the bold British took advantage of the terrain to hide their formations and quietly move laterally, trying to bypass the paratroopers' positions.

More British soldiers looked behind them, then gritted their teeth, threw down their weapons, and ran towards the paratroopers' positions with their hands raised.

Soon a captured British captain was brought to Browl.

"Captain Blair, who's after you? What are you afraid of? After asking for his name, Brower asked in fluent English.

"The Devil's Army, it's the Devil's Army who is chasing us, please don't hand me over to them." Captain Blair explained in a panic.

"Who is the Devil's Division, and what have they done? You're so scared. Brower's mind was even more puzzled.

"It was the 7th Panzer Division of the German Army. We've all heard that when they catch them, they let them run around the field, then chase them in armored vehicles and tanks for fun, and they shoot at the feet of the slower captives to force them to run until they die of exhaustion, and then crush their bodies into leather pockets. I have also heard that they have a habit of burying wounded prisoners of war alive. Mr. Colonel, please don't hand me over to them. Captain Blair shouted in alarm.

Brower gasped, it was unbelievable when the discipline of the Army had deteriorated to such an extent.

"Ahh Their armored vehicles are coming, Mr. Colonel, and I beg you not to hand me over to them. Blair shouted as he pointed to the north.

"Don't worry, I won't hand you over to them." Broll said with a frown as he stared at the armored vehicles speeding in the field in the distance. (To be continued......)