At midnight on November 9, fifteen TB3 bombers were ready to go. The pen www.biquge.info technician stuffed the ammunition with goods, which were mainly weapons and ammunition, and some cotton coats. Some fuel is also on the manifest.

This is a winter gift from Timoshenko to the 284th Division, and it is on his list of gifts. Mosin Nagant Type 1890 1,000 pieces, 7.62mmx54R bullet 1 million rounds. There were 200 PPSH41 submachine guns and 100,000 pistol rounds.

In addition to bullets, mortar shells of 50 mm caliber, more than two thousand rounds, the body and the touch fuse were transported separately.

The fuel was filled with standard oil drums, reinforced with two additional parachute covers, and the fuel supply was more than five tons.

This is a reference to the brilliant achievements of 284 in recent months, for whom too bulky weapons are completely unnecessary. Traveling through the forest on two legs, they are extremely combat-ready mountain light infantry. And he has a lot of experience. Lightweight and nimble weapons, such as submachine guns and mortars, are what they desperately need.

The fifteen bombers, escorted by thirty fighters under the leadership of Ivanov, headed straight to the west in the middle of the night.

This may have been a tragic expedition, and the fighters would have to return halfway through the cover. The bombers would arrive over the swamp in the early morning and return to the morning sun.

Ivanov remained calm, he had already warned his subordinates: "In this operation we will go deep into the enemy-occupied area, the night will be our cover, as long as we remain calm, there is nothing to fear." In the morning, we will be able to complete our mission and return home, and we hope you are all safe and sound. “

Everyone drinks a glass of vodka, which is considered a practice before departure. Lao Maozi also knew the truth that wine was strong and courageous, and Ivanov still believed that the operation could be successful.

Fighter pilots, many of whom were new recruits, were eager to fight and did not think much about dying in battle.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, the engines of all the planes were started, and the bombers slowly flew up after a long taxi. Huge swarms advance through the night, and each bomber has electric lights hanging from its wingtips to show its position to the wingman in the darkness of the night.

The bomber slowly climbs to the heights, which is the limit of the fighter.

Maozi's TB3 bomber is too old, far inferior to the B29 at the end of the U.S. war. As long as the bomber flies above the ceiling of the enemy aircraft, it is absolutely safe, and only the Americans have such capital.

The group went straight to the west in a large triangular formation, and on the outskirts of Chernikov, the fighters announced the end of the escort.

"Alright, now it's our turn to go it alone. Command all bombers, into the first level of combat readiness. All turned to two o'clock and headed for the marsh. “

The operation was carried out with an on-board radio on each bomber for the convenience of communication, and Ivanov's orders were well executed.

He also immediately sent a signal to the area around the swamp, which was accepted intact.

Yang Mingzhi and the others had already returned to Ayu Village, and everyone was waiting at the division headquarters, with no intention of resting at all.

The anxious wait was finally over, and the radioman shouted: "Here they are!" Expected to arrive over the swamp at half past six in the morning! “

Yevlov stood up like a spring, and several people rushed directly into the telegraph room.

"Now the troops are ordered to move immediately, into the forest, it is better to receive preparations."

Based on the experience of the last time, the fighters are still assigned to the area of responsibility according to the battalion level. Unlike last time, the tank was put into operation as a tractor, and the fighters prepared a large amount of hemp rope to trap the cargo, so that the tank would save a lot of manpower.

The plan was going smoothly, and Yang Mingzhi stood outdoors, listening to the strange sound from the sky.

"It's snowing everywhere, it's already dawn, and the light should be enough." He hopes that this transport force will be able to airdrop accurately. It won't be like last time, some supplies will be thrown into the silt, or simply thrown into the blacksmith village.

In anticipation, the group arrived at the top of the swamp with their characteristic boom, and at the command of Ivanov, the bomb bay door was opened. One by one, the goods were thrown off, and a large number of umbrella covers appeared in the sky, and they were rendered golden in the morning sun.

In this situation, Yang Mingzhi was extremely excited, and simply ordered a few guards and soldiers himself.

"Come with me and see what good things we have!"

The noise of the outdoors woke up the sleeping star fruit, and in addition to the shouts of the people, there was also the crisp sound of the trumpet.

"Has the airdrop started?" The girl hurriedly got dressed and put on a cotton hat. She was at the door of her house, and when she looked up, the sky was full of parachutes.

My husband simply stayed at the division headquarters and waited for this, and finally the airdrop arrived.

She saw a huge umbrella with a sack of weight hanging from it slowly falling, and the landing point seemed to be right in front of her.

The girl watched as a large burlap bag landed directly in front of her, and then the wide parachute slapped directly around her.

"Ahhh Who's going to pull me out! As soon as the star fruit was not careful, it was trapped by the big umbrella, and several soldiers from the surrounding guard companies rushed up, cut through the umbrella cover with daggers, and dragged the star fruit out.

"Are you playing? Bessica! Just now you were like a butterfly in a cocoon. One soldier joked.

Carambola gasped. I was trapped by this umbrella cover just now, this cloth is soft but tough, and I didn't tear it for a long time, and it was the soldier's sharp blade that solved the problem.

"Come, let's see the gifts they give." The soldier was still holding a dagger, and after struggling to cut the linen, dozens of wooden boxes appeared in front of everyone trapped in wire.

Each wooden box had clear text, and the soldiers laboriously wrenched the wires, removed the wooden boxes, and dismantled the planks with crowbars.

"Oh my God, it's all rifles!" The soldiers were taken aback, and a wooden box was neatly stacked with 20 Mosin Nagant rifles. This hemp bag was full of guns, and the five wooden boxes totaled a hundred.

Star fruit squatted down and picked up one.

"Bethika, wait, there's a lot of oil in the new gun, you need to wipe it first."

"It's okay, I've got it in my hand." Carambola doesn't care about her sticky hands, she mainly pays attention to the shooting point of the rifle. The girl neatly loaded the gun and pulled the trigger.

"That's good, it's a good gun. Even a girl like me doesn't need a lot of effort to pull the bolt. “

Therefore, the onlookers immediately understood that the quality of the weapons aided this time was very good, but they were all newly manufactured, and the standardized manufacturing method ensured the consistency of the manufacturing materials, and the difficulty of pulling the bolt for the gunshot criticized by the soldiers did not exist.

"Alright, you put all the guns back in the wooden box." A platoon commander ordered, and star fruit did so contentedly.

When he saw that the platoon commander had ordered his people, he immediately carried the box and went straight to the airport, which would be used as a material distribution center.

Carambola looked at her hands, which were full of yellow-brown gun oil, and she was still stunned for what to do, so she hurriedly went to wash her hands. (To be continued.) )