"Azimuth 022, defense zone 171, distance 90 miles, eighty large aircraft." RAF Women's Auxiliary Platoon Soldier Jennifer. Lohan stared carefully at the jagged ripples on the radar cathode display, and reported loudly to the observer.

"Altitude 9,000 feet." The altimeter immediately reported the altitude.

"Command post, azimuth 022, defense zone 171, 90 miles away, eighty large aircraft." The observer recounted the data with a bakelite microphone hanging from his chin, and the cartographer immediately marked the data on the map board.

"Azimuth 024, defense zone 175, distance 50 miles, more than fifty."

"Count carefully, Jennifer."

"There's interference, the echoes are miscellaneous, I'm sure there are at least fifty!"

At this moment, a heart-rending alarm suddenly came to mind outside the door, and the commander on duty at the radar station, Captain Becky, suddenly lifted the curtain and rushed into the radar room.

"Get out of here, girls, the German planes are coming right up against us! Grab the report and map, don't forget to put on your helmet and go! ”

There was a sudden rush of chickens and dogs in the radar room, and then several young girls rushed out of the small brown board house with the recorder and map in their hands.

"Put on your steel helmets and go to the shelter! Move fast! An army corporal yelled at the female soldier as he carried an ammunition box and ran towards the anti-aircraft gun emplacement outside the fence wall.

"Hide inside, don't come out, take care to protect yourself, girls, good luck!" With that, the commander turned his head and ran towards the headquarters cabin, where there were still important documents to be salvaged.

The female soldiers hurriedly fastened the straps of their steel helmets and rushed to the half-buried anti-aircraft shelter dozens of meters away, and several radar operators who were not on duty had already taken refuge in the small shelter and were desperately waving to them.

"Yellow 6, Yellow 7, knock off the blocking balloon, others attack anti-aircraft fire. Get moving. Lieutenant Myers pressed the throat intercom to give the order to his BF110 fighter squadron to attack.

As soon as the order was given, the squadron immediately rearranged into a column formation in a two-plane formation, one of which climbed a height diagonally above the group with full horsepower, and then left the squadron formation with a crooked wing, and launched a dive towards the four balloons tethered in front of the British ground-based radar base station.

The ship-shaped airbags of the British anti-aircraft arresting balloons were sewn from a layer of rubberized nylon cloth, and the inside was filled with flammable hydrogen, and under the fire of eight machine guns and four machine guns equipped with two BF110s, after only one plunder, the four blocking balloons had turned into four burning fireballs, carrying heavy steel cables and falling from the sky with a bang.

The BF110 twin aircraft formation is sideways to the fuselage. Dodging the huge fireball from the gas explosion, it then climbed at high speed in a barrage of tracer bullets fired wildly from two 20mm Erlikon cannons.

Finding that the enemy plane had rushed out of effective range, the 20 machine guns began to turn around and aim at the next target, but before the artillery crew could see the shadow of the rushing machine, the two small anti-aircraft gun bunkers were overwhelmed by a storm of bullets.

Without the interference of the blocking balloons, the BF110 crisscrossed at an altitude of 150 meters above the ground, using 20mm cannons and machine guns to strafe all the targets they deemed valuable.

"Shoot! Shoot! Well hit, that machine gun is finished! ”

"Fire, fire! Strafe the row of wooden houses. Pretty, you've got him. ”

The BF110 fleet was divided into several columns and dived and strafed the ground building of the radar station from different directions. The fighter jets shuttled back to back, pulling up almost against the ground.

Finally, when the BF110 fighter climbed again, the tail machine gunners, who had been excited by the spectacle in front of them, joined in strafing the ground.

"The threat on the ground has been cleared, and all anti-aircraft fire has been destroyed visually." The backseat observer of the captain reported it.

"Check the map again. I want to make sure that the task is done flawlessly. Miles turned sideways over the fuselage and began to circle around the perimeter of the radar station.

"All the air defense targets marked on the map have been destroyed! Sir! Alas? There's also a squad of British soldiers there! "Observers saw a group of figures in blue uniforms emerge from a corner of the radar station, where there was a smoking cellar. The group scurried around the clearing for a while, and then swarmed toward the wilderness outside the radar station.

"Yellow 3, Yellow 4, destroy them!"

"Understood!"

In the long formation that followed the long plane, the two BF110s flapped their wings, and then tilted their heads and swooped down on the group of British soldiers.

"Looks like an Air Force guy, maybe a radar operator." In his heart, Miles had already sentenced the British Air Force personnel on the ground to death.

After a burst of fog, several figures in blue dresses twisted and fell between the wildflowers and grass on the green grass at the wire fence of the radar station.

"The whole squadron climbed with me and began to be on alert, keeping an eye on the heights. Ha, the successor is finally here! Miles looked up at the distant shore as a line of Stuka swaggered toward the radar station.

At the same time, on the breakwater outside the port of Calais, German Army Captain Arnold . Gaines was in front of a platoon of German GIs.

"You scumbags, all of them should be clicked! What is this thing? This is the property of the German Army! It's war materiel! It's to help you fight! And you bunches of nasty billets! See for yourselves! The captain grabbed a private standing in the middle of the front row of the queue.

"Private Miguel, can you tell me why you can't take out any of the five condoms you gave out last week?"

"Huh? Didn't you send it to us? Mr. Captain! ”

"It's for the barrel of your rifle, not your own gun! Idiot! Bastard! The captain felt like his veins were about to burst.

"Ensign Erhard! When you distribute the equipment, do you really explain to each of them how and what to do with the equipment, in accordance with the written instructions of the High Command? Gaines turned his head and yelled at the platoon commander standing tall at the front of the line.

"I'm sorry sir, I was listening to a lecture at the battalion headquarters when the equipment was distributed, and the specific work was taken care of by Sergeant Rudolph." Looking at the green tendons beating on the forehead of the company commander, the platoon commander decisively threw the pot.

"Rudolph!"

"In sir! I'm sure I'm clear to them about the purpose of this thing. Master Chief replied with trepidation.

"How?"

"I told them it was on a gun. Then they all laughed and said they understood. ”

"Oh, God." Gaines slapped his palm on the forehead, and the group of guys was full of something.

"After the afternoon training is over, all of you in the platoon will give me full armament and run thirty laps around the port area, second lieutenant, you will personally lead the team." "Yes, sir!" The infantry platoon replied loudly with a touch of his boots.

"Hmm." Gaines slowed down slightly, then walked over to the personal gear neatly arranged in front of the line. Stooping down and picking up a widened y-shape

"Now you guys listen, you only have three days to learn how to use this new gear." Gaines held the harness.

"This is the M1-30105 buoyancy carrier, which can add an extra fifteen kilograms of buoyancy to you, plus the buoyancy of the human body itself, which is enough for you fat guys to float on the water." With that, Gaines hooked his finger at Miguel.

"You, stand ahead." The senior soldier hurriedly ran over.

Gaines hung the buoyancy strap on Miguel's body. "You put it over your coat like this, and the buckle underneath can be hung on your belt, and everything is the same as the Y-belt."

Then he pointed to a thumb-thick cylinder at the bottom of the strap. "If you accidentally fall overboard, don't panic. You can see that. There's a little gas cylinder on one side of the harness, which is filled with carbon dioxide, and you're all in middle school and know what that is. Gaines paced in front of the queue with his hands behind his back.

"When we advance towards the coast of England. Your landing craft was attacked, capsized or sank, you were forced to fall into the water, and you have to thank God first of all. It's summer. When you are bubbling like a piece of iron to the bottom of the sea, you have to stay calm and don't panic. This is very critical, it is your life, and you must listen carefully. As you sink, you have to throw away your load, your backpack, your rifle, your glove bag, your grenade bag, everything that will pull you underwater. The High Command has made a note of this, and there will be no punishment for soldiers abandoning their equipment in this case, so you don't have to worry. ”

Gaines dragged Miguel to his other side.

"When you've thrown away all the weight, you can twist this lid, clockwise and counterclockwise, and there's a little soft lead safety bolt in there, so you'll have to use some force." Gaines twisted the cap vigorously, and after a brisk snort, the buoyancy band instantly swelled, and the Y-shaped structure bulged to protect the back of Miguel's neck.

"When the safety bolt breaks, the cylinder immediately inflates into the buoyancy belt, like this. And then it will take you back to the surface, like this. Gaines grabbed Miguel by the shoulders and turned, then pushed under the breakwater, and the superior soldier screamed and plunged headlong into the murky water on the shore.

"You see, Senior Private Miguel has verified the effectiveness of this equipment, it is your most important guarantee, everyone must learn to wear and use it, I don't want to write to your parents or wives and tell them that his son and husband drowned in the sea because they were so stupid."

Gaines turned to Ensign Erhard and said, "Let this guy soak for a while, and then send someone to pick this bastard up later." ”

"Yes, sir." Erhard replied with a wry smile as he looked at the senior soldier who was struggling in the water trying to find a place to climb the breakwater.

"Next, let's take a look at this. You've all read the manual, and this is the latest Type 40 Charge Flamethrower. Gaines picked up a thick iron tube half a meter long and sixty or seventy millimeters thick, one of which had two short tubes with rubber caps, and a metal pistol handle and trigger at the bottom, and a canvas strap connected the two ends.

"Just carry it like this." Gaines put the strap on his shoulder, elbowed the barrel, and put his fingers on the trigger after holding the handle. "Then point it at your target, open the safety, pull the trigger, this is a friction lighter, when you pull the trigger, the high-pressure special fuel in the tube will immediately eject out, ignited by the friction lighter, and then you can burn your target into a cloud of ashes, this thing can reach a range of 30 meters, and the burning temperature can melt steel. Be very careful when using it, you must make sure that there are no of your own people within range. This thing has a lot of recoil, so be careful to stand firmly when shooting. The assault battalion must carry two per squad, and the specific operator is assigned by the squad leader, but it must be ensured that everyone can use it. In addition, the weapon is a one-time use, which can be discarded on the spot and recycled after the war. With that, Gaines put down the weapon with its sand-colored coat and made the soldiers shudder when he looked at it.

"In the end, it's this thing, everyone has to carry, this is the latest survival kit, this one has to be carried close to you, you must not throw it away, even if you are about to drown." Gaines picked up a canvas bag.

"There are two rolls of sterilized gauze, a tourniquet, a large piece of hemostatic gauze, a pack of sulfonamide powder, a small tube of sulfonamide tablets, and then this is the most important thing, which will save your life at a critical moment." Gaines opened the survival kit, which contained a small red aluminum box.

When the lid was opened, there was a glass tube containing pills, a paper packet with sulfonamide powder printed on it, and an aluminum toothpaste tube the thickness of a little finger.

"Look, this is a disposable simple syringe with 30 grams of analgesics, and when you get shot, this thing can buy you time to be rescued, you just have to remove the protective tube from this thing, press the needle, and then you can inject yourself. Of course, the advice of the High Command is that it is best to wait for the Medic to come and let him inject you, and only use it yourself in an emergency when the Medic is not with you. Remember, this thing is precious, the battalion has to check it every week, and if any guy finds that he doesn't have it in his medical kit, then he will wait to be court-martialed. With that, Gaines closed the box and stuffed it back into his canvas bag.

"That's it for today, all the platoons are lined up in shifts to get the equipment. You...... You...... You...... The three of you go and get the idiot down there and get him a hot cup of tea. Come with me, Erhard, I have some questions for you. Gaines snapped his finger at the platoon leader, then turned his head toward the end of the breakwater. (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)