"Gunther! Check your weapons! This is not a drill, where we are going, almost like hell! Lyman watched his men laugh and laugh at the airport, and couldn't help but interrupt Private Gunther as he was dancing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Gunther is a recruit, a young lad from Bavaria. He is young and energetic, and people will always be reminded of their past when they look at him.

The same is true of Lyman, who usually enjoys watching this energetic young man, but now it is different.

The order has just been given, and the paratroopers have already entered the first level of combat readiness. They had just moved from distant Germany to Greece, and they only had time to rest for two days before they entered the stage of preparing for real combat.

All the paratroopers assembled with their weapons and equipment and were on the lawn of the airfield, waiting for their planes to take off.

The officers' orders and the roar of trucks distributing various supplies made the whole airport noisy and the whole base in chaos, and now it was a matter of who was more experienced.

As a person with actual combat experience, Lyman naturally belongs to one of the experienced people. He ordered his men to check their equipment quickly, and sent people to collect ammunition and field supplies.

"Watch your gear! We've just changed to a new type of parachute, and we've only used this thing twice, so don't take it lightly. Lyman patted his men on the shoulders and spoke.

At the request of the Führer, the paratroopers began to be equipped with new parachute equipment. The one-man parachute that the German paratroopers used is now being phased out.

The new parachute allows paratroopers to carry their own weapons, and they can also carry their own backpacks under their feet - this is a design that the Führer and the American 101st Paratrooper Division learned and works well on the battlefield.

With such a design, the cabin of the JU-52 Junker Aunt became more crowded, and the paratroopers could finally land with their own weapons.

In the previous airborne landing, the German paratroopers could only find the weapons in the ammunition boxes themselves after landing. This is a serious waste of time and reduces the combat effectiveness of the paratroopers.

Now everything was resolved, newer parachutes began to equip the troops, and the German paratroopers had more suitable equipment for themselves.

After saying that, Lyman began to check his weapons and parachute bag, he counted the magazines he had counted several times, and then looked at the well-maintained STG-44 assault rifle, which still smelled of lubricating oil.

This assault rifle is his beloved treasure, this is the batch of STG-44 assault rifles that the Führer personally supervised during the raid on the island of Malta a few months ago, and rushed to produce it for the paratroopers.

That batch of assault rifles was made by the German senior workers by semi-manual methods, and it was almost the most stable batch of weapons of the best quality and adjustment.

With such a weapon, Lyman felt that he would dare to go to any battlefield. At that time, they also relied on such excellent weapons to capture the important island of Malta.

Thinking of Malta, Lyman still has a good memory there. After the capture there, the German paratroopers spent a peaceful time there, impressed by the dazzling sun and the beautiful sandy beach.

The time in Malta was probably the most relaxing day for every German paratrooper in this world war.

It's a pity that now, those good days are gone, and the paratroopers are left with noisy airfields and high-ranking officers who are emphasizing battlefield discipline.

"Everybody, you have to carry 5 days' worth of food! If you can bring more, carry it for 7 days! Be sure to check the ammunition! There aren't many supplements that can be found, and we need to maintain our combat effectiveness as much as possible! Holding a bullhorn, an officer of the regimental headquarters shouted loudly in the distance.

Another officer is also tireless, after all, most of the recruits who have not been on the battlefield this time are airborne: "Check your parachute!" If you find a problem, report the situation to the fault area! ”

Lyman looked at the officer in the distance, pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, and shoved it into his mouth. You can't smoke it when you get on the plane for a while, that's the most important problem, okay?

"Dude, is there a fire?" A paratrooper squad leader with a heavy parachute on his back walked over with a warm smile on his face.

Those who dared to reach out to others to borrow fire at such times were all veterans who had participated in the battle, and Lyman glanced at the other party and handed his lighter out.

"Good stuff!" The paratrooper squad leader, who took the lighter, exclaimed, and then lit the cigarette on his mouth.

Having played with the delicate lighter twice in his hand, the paratrooper squad leader took a puff of smoke and introduced himself: "My name is Borol, and it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

"Lyman!" Lyman reached out and shook his hand.

Handing the lighter back to Lyman, the paratrooper squad leader pointed to the paratrooper unit that had already assembled in the distance and began to board the plane: "That's my unit, I won't talk to you, I'll see you in Crete." ”

"Okay, see you in Crete!" Lyman nodded, watching the other man leave.

"The 1st Battalion of Paratroopers! Start boarding! An officer shouted an order at the top of his voice, and Lyman looked at Borol's distant figure and echoed loudly: "Stand up!" Confirm the number of people! Line up! ”

Gunther clutched his rifle and struggled to his feet under Lyman's tug, then he turned back to help the man behind him.

After pulling one up and all the people stood up, this paratrooper squad followed the other paratrooper squad and walked forward slowly, carrying too many things on their backs, and it was very difficult to walk.

"Hold on! Hurry! It's almost time to take off! Standing next to the runway, the battalion officers in steel helmets repeated the order again and again, urging their subordinates to get on the plane quickly.

Stepping on the improvised ladder of the plane, one by one, Lyman's soldiers climbed up to Aunt Juncker's not-so-spacious hatch.

"Dosai alone! This is the anti-tank man in the platoon, airborne with you! The officer in charge of registration next to the hatch shouted loudly.

As soon as the shouting ended, Lyman saw a soldier holding an iron-fisted bazooka awkwardly climbing onto the JU-52 transport plane.

The cabin, which was already cramped enough to make people cry, immediately became more crowded. Lyman stretched out his hand and pulled the familiar anti-tank man onto the plane: "There is no place left, only one can be stuffed with him!" ”

"No more! Just stuff him! Just squeeze it and find him a place! The officer outside the door smiled awkwardly and assured Lyman.

The standard transport capacity of a Junkers JU-52 transport aircraft is 12 paratroopers - of course, if 13 people are stuffed, it is not impossible, and Germany often does this.

Otherwise, the Junkers JU-52 transport aircraft is the Junkers aunt, the leather is durable and almost non-malfunctioning, which is the most awesome advantage of this aircraft.

Finding a place to sit down for the anti-tank man who had "strayed" into the plane, and then leaning on the airborne ammunition box that he carried with the plane, Lyman watched as the ground crew and the pilot of the plane closed the door of the plane.

As the doors closed, the cabin immediately became much darker. Although there are many square windows on the fuselage of the Junkers aircraft, the light transmission is not very good.

"This is going to fight the enemy?" Gunther leaned against the window and asked Lyman, the squad leader sitting on the ammunition box, "We've only been training for less than two months. ”

"Trust me, shut your mouth and rest, you will find out after a while that the happiest thing is to shut up and rest." Lyman glanced at the other and then responded.

If you have not experienced the cruelty of the battlefield, you will never know under what circumstances people will be hysterical, and under what circumstances being alive is the most precious thing.

Lyman, who looked down on life and death, saw his comrades being beaten into a sieve by bullets, and saw someone groaning and screaming to death...... He believed that anyone in that kind of environment would soon lose the strength to ridicule.

Therefore, he felt that there was no need to scold or stop Gunther, he just had to wait, and when the cabin door opened again, Gunther would naturally close his mouth.

The MG-42 machine gun could not be carried to parachute, so at this time, the squad light machine gun was sitting under Lyman's ass.

Through the faint sunlight of the window**, he looked at his men and felt sad that they were about to face the first battle of their lives.

They will be greeted by the relentless bullets of the enemy, the shrapnel that flies densely around them, and the howls of their comrades...... If nothing else, soon a third of them will die on the battlefield one after another.

"Boom!" The fuselage of the plane began to tremble slightly, the propellers on the wings began to turn, and the Junkers were launched, and soon they were about to aim at the runway and soar into the sky.

Behind almost every Junker plane is a huge glider, which carries a large number of airborne troops who cannot parachute.

In order to make up the size of the paratroopers that would be airborne into Britain, the German airborne forces used all their strength this time to rehearse a large-scale airborne operation against Britain.

But even so, the number of paratroopers as a whole was much smaller than expected for the first time - only about 5,000 paratroopers were delivered in the first batch.

"Toot Toot Toot ......" As the engine fluttered, the ugly triple propeller of the Junkers spun sharply, and the plane began to taxi slowly down the runway.

Finally, at the end of the runway, dragging the glider behind them, the German transport plane took off, and the paratroopers swayed slightly with the flutter of the plane and flew to the high altitude they longed for.