Half an hour ago.

The Junkers-52 flew low in the moonlit sky, and as the proud Junkers, this sturdy transport aircraft has always been a favorite of German paratroopers.

The production of such transport aircraft throughout the war was also quite huge.

At this time, the three engines of the transport plane rumbled, and in the cabin, a German paratrooper with excitement on his face.

In this kind of national war, of course, paratroopers will also participate, and they will be deployed even higher, and they will be the first troops to fight.

Just the night before yesterday, they had been dispatched one after another, destroying the enemy's communication lines, destroying their telephone lines, controlling various bridgeheads, and waiting for the arrival of their troops on the way of their own troops.

And tonight, too, their team's mission is to take control of the bridge over the Stelle River.

Aunt Juncker let out a low whining sound, and after flying over the Stelle River, she finally found a suitable clearing.

"Attention, prepare for parachuteing, three hundred meters high." The pilot's voice came from inside the cabin.

Hearing this, the corrugated aluminum door of the cabin was opened, and Gad pushed the keg containing his small motorcycle and strode out of the cabin.

The Junkers-52 transport plane can airdrop 18 paratroopers, but now, in order to transport these small motorcycles, only 12 people are mixed, each with a small motorcycle.

This is the equipment for paratroopers.

The biggest defect of the paratroopers is that they cannot carry heavy equipment, and when they are engaged in sabotage behind enemy lines, they almost rely on two legs, so the paratroopers' mobility is too poor.

The German army was equipped with a large number of motorcycles, so they had an idea and decided to make a small motorcycle for the paratroopers.

The whole motorcycle, just like a child's toy.

This kind of motorcycle is very small, the whole length is less than half of the ordinary motorcycle, and at the same time, the height is also very low, ordinary people sit on it, almost curled legs, the kind of children's bicycle of later generations.

This is, of course, for the convenience of the airdrop, after all, space on the transport plane is precious. The motorcycle can be packed in a special parachute keg, and when it descends, it takes 11 seconds to deploy.

In order to reduce the distance of the parachute, Aunt Juncker flew very slowly, and circled the flat land, Gade pushed his motorcycle, pushed it out of the cabin, and then jumped out of it.

Behind him, a paratrooper likewise jumped down.

The altitude is low, their parachute lines are hung from a cable in the cabin, and as soon as they jump out, the parachute opens automatically.

In the moonlight, Gad could see his motorcycle with a colorful parachute, and he kept adjusting his parachute line and chasing his motorcycle.

As the ground drew nearer, Gad shook his legs, his paratrooper boots quickly stepping on the solid ground, his legs bent and cushioned, and then he unhooked his parachute.

In peacetime training, the precious parachute must be protected, waiting to be recycled and reused, but on the battlefield, the parachute becomes a disposable, and their task is to fight!

He quickly ran to the cylinder that housed his motorcycle, opened the lid, the cylinder became two halves, and he pulled the motorcycle out of it, the whole body of this motorcycle is a steel skeleton, hard, without any shock absorption, two thick tires, also very small.

He quickly assembled, handlebars, seats, throttle and brake cables, and then, quickly, pushed forward.

The wheels began to spin with the engine, which is the most primitive way of starting a motorcycle, and puffs of black smoke came out of the lower part of the engine, and then there was a booming sound.

The motorcycle is on!

The 3-horsepower engine, compared to the motorcycle used by the army, is definitely pediatric, so the way the airborne troops drive this motorcycle, of course, is to throttle to the end, and the horsepower is fully opened.

After half a lap around the parachute field, Gade finally found the last thing he had thrown down, and he hung it on the back of his motorcycle, which looked even more incongruous.

The rest of the people also assembled their motorcycles one after another, and the team of 12 people quickly headed towards the direction of the bridge.

Although they curled up and looked funny, they were definitely a lot faster, and this motorcycle, with a full tank of fuel, could run more than a hundred kilometers, which was enough for paratroopers.

The sound of motorcycles echoed in the night sky, and at this time, they did not know that there were already Soviet soldiers on the bridge.

The paratroopers are not slow in their movements, generally speaking, they do not enter the battlefield too early, and drop the paratroopers a day in advance, which is simply to let the paratroopers go to death, and the paratroopers almost always arrive at the battlefield two or three hours in advance, control the main communication routes, and hold on for an hour or two, just waiting for the advance of their own troops to arrive.

Their calculations were very thorough, but unfortunately this time the Soviets acted more quickly.

The motorcycle was bumping on the ground, and the bridge was already far away.

"Quick, hurry up and load the explosives, I'll stop them!" Korolev shouted loudly, he set his machine gun on a dirt slope, his eyes were sharp, and in the quiet moonlight he could already see the motorbike convoy coming over there.

Is it your own people?

Obviously not.

Their motorized infantry division does not have a few cars in total, let alone motorcycles, it would be good to have bicycles like theirs, and now, these motorcycles that are speeding over cannot belong to their own troops.

Although they are in the wrong direction, they should have come from the west, and the sudden appearance from the east is a surprise to their own side, but at this time, they must not underestimate the enemy.

Korolev pulled the bolt and put the butt of the rifle on his shoulder, and the other party was getting clearer and clearer, and he could clearly see the proud paratrooper uniform, and the round paratrooper hat on his head, even if he couldn't see the other party's badge, he could be sure.

Can't wait any longer, fire!

Korolev pulled the trigger, the crisp sound of the machine gun rang out, the turntable on the top of the machine gun turned, and in the midst of the green smoke, one after another 7.62 mm bullets flew over.

The bullet hit the soldier on the motorcycle in front of him, his body fell backwards, and the small motorcycle, but still advancing, as if it was still inheriting the soul of the deceased, rushed towards this side.

"Boom!" The fuel tank of the motorcycle was in front, and it was blown up by Korolev's machine gun, which ignited a fire all over the sky, and this sudden encounter began.

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