Lyman, carrying his beloved STG-44 assault rifle, stood among his comrades, and they were in one cabin before jumping off the plane. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Only one soldier was killed by a bullet, and the rest were still there, which made Lyman look in a good mood.

Some people found something to eat from a few abandoned farmhouses nearby, but most were hungry.

They didn't carry much of the supplies, and they carried more bullets than they could eat. So now they can only go hungry and wait for the second batch of airborne troops to arrive on the battlefield.

The good news is that they control a large area of security, which at least allows subsequent reinforcements, and more glider troops, to arrive safely.

"Did you find something good? Monitor. "The fog had cleared in the early morning and they could see a lot of the island of Malta.

Of course, the smoking wreckage of the plane was also seen, as well as the various British artillery and anti-aircraft guns that were also blown into wreckage.

"Most of the weapons have been recovered, and we have captured some British anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns, and the other side is clearly strengthening the defenses here." Hearing Lyman ask himself, the paratrooper squad leader said with a smile.

He has a cigarette in his mouth, which is considered one of the most pleasant pastimes on the battlefield. There are not many people who can have such a good thing as a cigarette, and being able to enjoy such a good thing on the battlefield is also a symbol of luck.

During the airborne landing just now, the German paratroopers found units from the British Commonwealth on the battlefield.

These troops came from distant India, and although they were not very combative, they were quite unfamiliar faces.

It was precisely because these troops were temporarily reinforced here that the German airborne was met with enemy resistance - there were not so many troops here.

"Boom!" Before the two men could talk too much, a shell fell on a high ground controlled by paratroopers in the distance.

The two of them shrank their necks, subconsciously bent down and lowered their heads, found a temporary hiding place, and squatted down.

Soon, the British shelling rained down, and although the British defenders on the island were not numerous, they were equipped with a large number of cannons.

So having received specific information about the attack of the German paratroopers, the British, without the slightest politeness, turned the muzzle of the gun and bombarded the German defensive positions with their 25-pounder field guns.

The caliber of this new type of field gun is actually not large, only a little more than 87 mm, which is about the same caliber as the famous German 88 mm anti-aircraft gun.

It's just that the German 88-mm cannon is an anti-aircraft gun, while the British 25-pounder field gun is a curved support weapon.

"Enemy shelling! Take cover! The squad leader fell to his stomach behind a ramp, then held on to his steel helmet and loudly alerted his allies.

Few idiots waited for their commanders to remind them that almost a second after the shells fell, there were few fools who continued to stand on the positions of the German paratroopers.

"Boom!" The second shell followed, and the battle for the Maltese Islands began.

The British shelling fell in a dense manner, blowing dirt like a plough on a position that the German paratroopers had just occupied.

The German paratroopers tried to find as much place to hide their bodies as they could, waiting for the hellish enemy shelling to pass.

Except for one shelling and explosion after another, everyone did not waste their saliva, the silence on the position was terrifying, everyone held their weapons, squinted and prayed that no shells would fall on their side.

"I knew the pilots were talking! What they say is never done. "There are exceptions to everything, and Lyman is a special case of complaining.

He also lay down beside his squad leader, listening to the sound of shells flying overhead and exploding in the distance, and felt the hot wind sweep over his back in horror.

"Hell! The British were really cowardly, they couldn't see their infantry, and it was very refreshing to open fire. The squad leader heard Lyman nagging beside him, and he cursed along.

Units of a nearby airborne battalion were preparing to attack Mjar, a marginal village that controlled the plains.

They saw the shelling coming from behind, and then 500 men stormed into Mjar and captured the small village, which was defended by only one company.

After taking control of Mjar, the German paratroopers did not stop and followed the road all the way west, and at 10 a.m. extended their defensive zone to Meliha.

This frightened the British defenses on the Maltese islands, who could not figure out the scale of the German airborne landing, and could only rely on the speed of the German attack to make a rough judgment.

Originally, British intelligence did not believe that Germany would risk attacking Malta, or that they said so about any overseas base that might be attacked.

After all, in July of the 40th year, Britain itself stood in front of the strong man of the Third Reich like a girl without clothes.

Unless Churchill really won the Battle of Britain and found out that the strong man of Germany was actually not raised, the British did not have the slightest idea of strengthening their overseas troops.

At this time, British intelligence estimated the size of the German landing force to be about 20,000 men.

Note that this was the size of the landing force, so the British put the defensive forces in the northeast direction where the Germans could land......

As a result, the Germans were preparing to drop about 10,000 paratroopers on the island of Malta and almost 20,000 Italian landing troops in the later stages.

It has to be said that the British had a deep understanding of the maritime transport capabilities of Germany and Italy in the Axis countries, so they easily guessed the scale of the sea landing.

Helplessly, although the British could guess what kind of shit each other wanted to pull by looking at the ass of the Germans and Italians about things on the ocean, they still missed the powerful German Airborne Forces.

"Bastard! What about our support? Okay, what about the support we have? Feeling like he was about to be buried in the dirt kicked up by the shells, Lyman squinted his eyes and cried out loudly.

He needed to vent the fear in his heart, after all, it was not a very good feeling to be pressed and beaten by the enemy.

The last few tens of minutes may have been more than a century for the German paratroopers, or for the German paratroopers guarding the area south of Mjar.

The British shelling was intermittent, but the trouble for the Germans was real.

Before the sound of his howl had landed, a different sound came from the sky, a long, hissing from hell.

"Uh......h Woo......" The voice was so harsh that everyone couldn't help but look up at their sky.

The British stationed on the islands of Malta were familiar with the sound, for it had been the sound that had brought them mental and physical devastation over the past week.

The German paratroopers were so familiar with this sound that it was as intimate as the bird song of their homeland.

"Stuka!" One of the German paratroopers couldn't help but shout into the sky, and in the same way, Lehmann opened his mouth wide and shouted: "Stuka! ”

When the morale was suppressed by artillery fire, the confidence of the German paratroopers who had been infinitely squeezed was rebounded and released at this moment.

They cheered at the sky, and the planes celebrating their men were swooping down in the sky, wantonly attacking targets that had not yet been killed.

With the shouts of "Stuka", accompanied by the real shouts of Stuka, the shelling against the German paratroopers came to an abrupt end.

Again, the explosions continued, and seemed to be more rhythmic, violent, and violent than the shelling had just begun.

The difference was that the sound of the explosion was getting farther and farther away from the German paratroopers, and the smoke rising in the distance showed that the enemy was receiving their own punishment in the reincarnation.

"It looks like we'll be able to try Rabat at noon." The squad leader got up from the ground and shook the dirt off his body.

It has to be said that unlike the decent German soldiers in the movie, the image of the German paratroopers is actually closer to another adjective: sloppy.

They had slender wooden grenades stuck in their waists, their steel helmets and uniforms covered in dust, straddled their weapons, cigarettes in their mouths and disheveled......

It's just that these sloppy soldiers may be the strongest and most combative force so far.

Because to become German paratroopers, these servicemen underwent more rigorous training than the Wehrmacht, they had more combat qualities, and they were no worse than any opponent.

Many people are applauding the performance of American paratroopers in 44 years, believing that it is the pinnacle of paratrooper operations. They were besieged by the Germans, but refused to surrender and held out until reinforcements counterattacked.

But the American paratroopers, the German paratroopers, did something even more fantastical in 40 years - they parachuted into the roof of the enemy's fortress and captured the enemy's heavily fortified fortress with grenades and explosives packs!

"Look! Our reinforcements have arrived! Lyman also got up from the ground, dusted off the dirt on his body, pointed in the direction of the sky, and said with a smile to his squad leader.

Above their heads, a second wave of paratroopers with gliders in tow, having arrived at the established positions, is carrying out airborne operations on a much larger scale.

Compared with the mature Normandy airborne, or the more ambitious city garden operation later, the German airborne troops were still very creative at this time.

Their paratroop weapons are delivered separately, and in addition to paratroopers, they also like to use unpowered gliders to transport more parachutes who cannot parachute to replenish the paratroopers on the battlefield.