There was no light all around, and flying high in the air, Lyman felt the chill outside the cabin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The plane he was on was jolting, which let him know that everything was going on.

By the time the piercing explosions rang out, everyone knew they were over the UK. Countless anti-aircraft guns were roaring, and the planes were jolting even more.

"We're about to enter the airdrop zone! The fleet is descending in height! Get ready to skydive! The co-pilot turned around from the cockpit and shouted at the soldiers in the cabin.

Everyone was nervous, and this time was different from any previous fight, as they had to face more and more formidable enemies.

"Stand up! Check your gear! Watch your step! Don't fall down! When Lyman heard the order, he stood up and shouted with the same loudness.

There was the roar of engines inside the plane, the explosion of British anti-aircraft guns outside the fuselage, and the loud speech that no one else could hear clearly.

As everyone stood up and began to check their gear, a piece of shrapnel pierced the plane's aluminum plate and rampage through the cabin.

Everyone involuntarily shrunk their necks, but fortunately the shrapnel did not seem to hit anyone or important equipment, and the plane still maintained a smooth flight condition.

For paratroopers, the time spent waiting on the plane before parachuting is very painful. At this time, life and death are not in their own hands, and if they are shot down, it often means that no one in the entire plane can survive.

What's more, behind their plane, there is also a glider in tow. Lyman waited patiently, praying in his heart that he would leave the plane without a hitch.

"Start airdropping paratroopers! Let the paratroopers get off the plane! The warning lights on the plane turned on, and the co-pilot shouted again to the paratroopers behind him.

Without help, Lyman pulled open the hatch in front of him with a force of both hands. The cold wind rushed in, causing everyone to squint their eyes.

This was probably the most terrifying airborne scene that a German paratrooper had ever encountered, and in the distant sky, tracer bullets kept flying into the sky, forming one beautiful line after another.

And at about the same height, the shells of the anti-aircraft guns exploded, illuminating the German planes in the distance. There is no doubt that the enemy is firing wildly.

Just by virtue of the terrible anti-aircraft fire in front of them, it was known that the British defenders were ready to attack. They were not cowards inside Belgian fortresses, nor were they the under-armed British expeditionary force on Crete.

Now that the British are fighting on their home soil, they have a geographical advantage, and they seem to have an advantage in numbers and weapons.

Lyman began to feel that the order he was about to carry out was a little tricky, but it occurred to him that the paratroopers seemed to have one more precious thing than the enemy—courage!

"Hang up the umbrella lock! Check your gear one last time! Hold the weapon to your chest! Gentlemen! Jump! Jump! Jump! Lyman, despite the cold wind pouring into his mouth, gave the final command loudly before parachuting.

Then, the first soldier to jump out of the cabin spread his body until the parachute lock was pulled off by the plane, and a huge white umbrella flower opened in the air, followed by the second and third.

"If you can't find me when you land, help me kill a few more British bastards!" Gunther screamed frantically before the jump, and then the sound disappeared into the wind.

Lyman glanced at the cabin, which had been overcrowded just now, but was now empty, and jumped out of the cabin of the plane without knowing if the co-pilot who came over saw his smile.

He felt a huge pull behind him, which meant that his parachute lock was working very normally, and he pulled his parachute open.

The cold of February 13 still made him feel uncomfortable, and although he had practiced skydiving in January in France, the cold had faded into his memory.

People are often accustomed to forgetting something, something unimportant. There weren't many things that Lyman remembered, not many things that would make him remember.

However, he knew that what was happening in front of his eyes now would never be forgotten for the rest of his life. The ground beneath his feet seemed to be burning, and countless bullets flew past him, as if to tear him apart.

A flaming glider crashed not far away, and Lyman could even see struggling people flying out of the flaming glider and scattering in the sky.

Soon he landed on the ground, and the force of the impact caused him to roll around on the ground before stopping, and then a huge parachute landed on top of his head.

The density of German paratroopers airborne was simply too large, and the density of British defenders on the ground was actually not small.

As soon as the two sides made contact, they were entangled together. Lyman saw a British machine-gun position firing into the sky, and this machine-gun position was not even fifty meters away from him in a straight line.

Scrambling to untie his weapon and hold an STG-44 assault rifle in his hand, Lyman finally felt a sense of security that he had not felt for a long time.

And beside him, a German soldier gathered over, two people carrying their own weapons, and rushed to the British machine gun position in the distance without hesitation.

After a minute of hesitation, more soldiers parachuting in the sky were killed, and Lyman walked forward in the field with one foot deep and one foot shallow, until he was less than ten meters away from the British position, and still no one was found.

Now, the appearance of German paratroopers has caused confusion among the poorly trained British defenders. The nervous recruits manipulated their weapons and fired desperately, emboldening themselves in this way.

The only thing that made the German paratroopers suffer was that the density of the British defenders in this area was exaggerated, which cost the paratroopers who had just begun to attack and were not on a firm foothold.

Lyman picked up his weapon and stood there waiting for the other to fire again, the muzzle flame illuminating the faces of the British soldiers, and calmly pulled the trigger.

The sudden strafing fire caught the British soldiers in the bunker off guard, two British soldiers fell in the bunker, and the other two lay on their backs outside the bunker.

"Steel!" Several dark figures bent over and appeared directly behind the bunker, shouting the command of the German paratroopers, so frightened that Lehmann couldn't help but bend down to dodge.

At the moment when he bent down to dodge, Lyman also subconsciously shouted out the identification password to prove his identity: "Ambition!" ”

This is the game name password from the 21st century, and Li Le feels that even if the enemy wants to break his head, he probably can't think of it. In the spirit of bad taste, he took it out in advance and deployed it as a password for this operation.

Of course, even if it is full of deep bad taste, it still can't change the cruelty and bloodiness of this battle on the night of February 13.

"It's full of British soldiers! They are searching for paratrooper units! We seem to have parachuted into the enemy's barracks! A soldier in a British machine-gun position told Lehmann what he had seen.

He saw with his own eyes a paratrooper land in front of a group of British patrolmen, and then just as he struggled out of his parachute, he was killed on the side of the road.

The group of British soldiers who fired the guns, not far from this machine-gun position, stood on both sides of the road, waiting for the German paratroopers to throw themselves into the net.

"Sounds tricky...... These British soldiers were not recruits, and the method of ambush was really practical. Lyman couldn't see the map because it was dark, so he could only judge the situation between the lines of the paratrooper.

However, he quickly decided to abandon the machine-gun position in front of him and take the few people around him to find trouble with the British patrol.

"They're lying in ambush on both sides of the road, so they're spreading their forces......" Lyman said as he gestured to his allies.

Regardless of whether the other party saw his gesture or not, he decided to go to the other side of the road first, kill the British soldiers on one side, and then see if there was a chance to kill the enemy on the other side.

Soon, the team was set off, they had been through so many things like this, and everyone seemed to be used to the chaos.

To tell the truth, the German paratroopers had become accustomed to spontaneously organizing troops to seize the enemy's points, as if such a thing was born for them.

From Belgium to the Netherlands, from Malta to Crete, every time they entered the battle, they were in this state, the only difference was that it was really cold here.

Feeling the darkness, Lyman seemed to discern some directions, and although they couldn't see the surrounding targets clearly, they could still find the enemy's position.

"A little further ahead, there's the road. Behind the bushes, there should have been an ambush position for the British. Looking at the darkness in the distance, a German paratrooper who had just escaped from here said in a low voice.

Lyman nodded, then patted one of his men on the shoulder, put his hand close to the other's eyes, and pointed in the other direction.

By the bright moonlight, the German paratrooper read the commander's order, nodded, and then hunched over to the side where Lehmann was pointing.

Lyman, on the other hand, looked at the seven paratroopers who had followed him, whom he had collected along the way - and now they were going to attack 35 British soldiers, and they did not hesitate......

Soon, a bloody battle would begin, and such fierce battles broke out countless times on the night of February 13, 1941.

Everywhere there was news of being attacked by German paratroopers, everywhere there was news that German soldiers were attacking in a frenzy. The troops on the coastline have been mobilized, and the Valentine's Day battle, which will decide the fate of Germany and England, has been kicked off by German paratroopers.