"The regimental headquarters, the regimental headquarters, please answer when you receive it...... Ziz ......"

In the dimly lit cabin, the communicator in the ear cap curled his tongue to fight the noise of the radio, and the moonlight outside the window was so bright that the wings seemed to be painted with a layer of silver-gray paint.

The co-pilot, who was sitting in the front cockpit, turned his head and looked back, and asked anxiously, "Still can't get in touch?" ”

The correspondent took off his headphones and replied: "The radio station should be fine, and it can still communicate normally in the first 20 minutes of takeoff, but I am afraid that it has received very strong radio interference." ”

The co-pilot did not speculate about the reason for this situation, but suggested: "Try other communication frequencies." ”

"I've tried all the frequencies that are commonly used, but it doesn't work!" The correspondent looked helpless.

At this time, the pilot, who was concentrating on piloting the plane, a middle-aged officer who had always been calm, suddenly said loudly: "Hey, comrades, look at the light spots below the plane...... Is it a war? ”

The co-pilot turned his head to look down, and although the communicator did not move his position, he also watched curiously through the window on the side. Looking down from hundreds of meters in the air, the ground looks like a crumpled gray curtain, and the sea is a huge block of glass with obvious reflections of light next to the curtain. In the eyes of frequent flyers, this scene adds to the unique beauty of a moonlit night, and it is not very striking. However, the gray curtain was now dancing like match-headed flames, which ignited, expanded, and quickly disappeared, and a large amount of smoke could be faintly seen floating above the ground.

With a tone of surprise, the co-pilot said, "It's really a war...... Damn, the enemy must have blocked our radio communications, and I don't know what the battle is going on below, and who exactly we are fighting against. Ali, can you try to get in touch with the radio of the 2nd Detachment of the Northern Fleet or the 4th Guards Naval Infantry Brigade? ”

Prior to his request, the correspondent was actually making such an effort, and the twin-engine SB-3 fast bomber removed the bomb sighting device and bomb bay, and freed up space for the installation of two sets of communications equipment and two sets of aerial photography equipment, namely, one encrypted radio transmitting/receiving station and one short-range/long-range communication and communication station, one 12x focal length wide-angle camera, and one 20x focal length aerial camera dedicated to capturing detailed scenes in a small area. After such a modification, the bomber essentially turned into a long-range reconnaissance aircraft with a certain ability to defend itself.

"Do you need to ask?" The driver followed the co-pilot's words and said, "It must be the Norwegian army encouraged by the West, or the Germans hiding here under the guise of the Norwegian army, those guys who should have been sent to the Siberian prisoner of war camp!" ”

This is not taboo, but it has become a purely private topic because of the widespread and sharp controversy that has existed in recent times, and the cabin suddenly fell silent, and people seemed to hold their breath deliberately, except for the roar of the two engines, the sound of the cabin parts trembling normally in flight.

"Not good, there are enemy planes on the left!"

The alarm from the machine-gun turret instantly shocked the entire crew members like never before, and the faint of heart almost went out of their minds. Everyone hurriedly looked to the left, in this confused night sky, the high-speed approaching aircraft was not clear at a glance, and the naked eye observation needed to concentrate to determine.

"It's terrible, we have to find a way to get rid of it...... Yashin, hurry up and take a few photos back! The driver shouted in an unrestrained voice, and at this moment they obviously had not seen the face of the comer, otherwise the word "go back" would have become a luxury that would have been unattainable for them.

In a moment, a crisp and coherent machine-gun sound was heard from the upper part of the cabin, and the shooter reported while firing: "It fired, dodge ...... quickly"

In the absence of any contact with his neighbors using the radio, the correspondent should have played the role of mobile emergency at this time, but he desperately lay down in front of the window on the left side and looked out, a series of points of light came in an instant, his eyes widened in horror, his mouth grew long, and before he could utter the second syllable other than "ah", he heard the crackling sound of the raindrops hitting the canopy in his ears, and the skin of the completely defenseless aircraft was torn apart by the cannon bullets in an instant, and the breach extended forward from the middle of the fuselage. But instead of being level with the fuselage, there is a downward inclination. As a result, the crew communicator, who had never seen such a dangerous situation, watched in amazement as the last cannon bullet cut a huge hole less than two inches below his feet, and the wooden bottom bilge was also torn off. Looking up, the cabin can only be described as a mess, the cold and turbulent air flow poured in from the large area of damage that was almost connected to the cabin wall, the plane suddenly swayed violently because the balance was affected, and the two pilots in the front cockpit were shouting something in a hurry and panic, and he couldn't make out for a while. Holding the fixed table next to him with both hands, he looked at the empty night sky and the rapidly receding ground below through the broken opening at his feet, as if he were in a different world. In his ears, the machine-gun shooter shouted in horror: "Ah...... Another one! Another one! It fired! It fired......"

on the ground.

"Attention...... Everyone, let me order you to fire! Keep calm! ”

Behind a thick tree trunk that had fallen sideways, an officer wearing a German-made paratrooper helmet whispered to him of the soldiers who were of great quality and experience, but who had not fought in combat for nearly a year. Not far behind them, more than a dozen unpowered gliders were parked on the ice field, a few green flare signal rods had long since been extinguished, and the messy footprints on the snow had finally converged here. In this improvised blocking position, 17 soldiers were equipped with two MG42 machine guns, 12 FG42 paratrooper rifles, two 88mm anti-tank rocket launchers, and several pistols. Despite the very limited load of the light gliders, this group of soldiers had relatively adequate ammunition. At this time, in the snow in front of them, the exact number of Soviet officers and soldiers was like a herd of unorderly bison, they were close to each other, some of them only had to take care of themselves, and even had convenient bipedal sleds to use, and some led mules and horses or supported the wounded, laboriously and slowly following the side. As the distance closes, the creaking and even heavy wheezing of boots stepping through the snow can be clearly heard, but no one speaks, not a single superfluous word.

Skiers have a clear advantage in speed when they are in the snow, but they have to go through a gentle and uneven slope before they get close, which is the last thing skiers want to touch. Disguised by gray camouflage painted steel helmets and combat uniforms, the elite of the Imperial Guard's airborne troops crouched tightly in their respective combat positions, a pair of cold and determined eyes watched these Soviet officers and soldiers clumsily climb up with ski poles, their front was only more than twenty meters away from the top of the slope, but their movements were so difficult and slow that there was no need to worry about them rushing up and catching themselves off guard. Behind the fallen tree trunk, the lieutenant officer in charge of the blocking position on the northern front finally moved his right hand holding the gun from his thigh to the position of the eyebrows, only to see that he aimed very calmly, until the last moment, the Soviet soldier on the opposite side realized the muzzle of the gun in front of him, he was eager to lean down, but could not escape the gunfire of the order.

Click...... In the open and unsheltered ice field, machine guns and paratrooper rifles are so dense that they are difficult to distinguish from each other. The ferocious bullets made more than 20 Soviet ski soldiers who climbed the slope fall in an instant, in order to prevent the lucky ones from counterattacking with grenades, the blockers quickly threw four long-handled grenades, and the continuous fire of machine guns and paratrooper rifles extended into the distance, and the group of Soviet officers and soldiers who looked like bison had stopped advancing when they heard the gunshots, and their agile reflexes were an important guarantee for survival on the battlefield, so in addition to the panicked mules and horses, there were almost no people standing in the snow, which also made the line killing of machine gun strafing sharply reduced. After a few explosions, the gunfire of the blockers quickly thinned out as the smoke of gunpowder rose. The MG-42 switched to firing with a short shot of three or four rounds at a time, while the paratrooper rifle caught the fallen figures with automatic bursts. Compared to the scythe-type slaughter in which twenty or thirty people are shot in the first few seconds, this kind of attack is a slow killing. With a height advantage beyond the snow, the blockers could easily shoot at the Soviet officers and soldiers trapped within 300 meters, and once they found that the enemy was trying to set up machine guns or mortars, the dense bullets would rain down, and if the situation continued unchanged, it would not be long before the Soviet officers and soldiers here would become trophies of a dozen or so Imperial airborne troops.

The anger of the Soviet officers and soldiers was rapidly accumulating as a result of the continuous suppression, and the naval infantry, most of whom had been tempered by the Great Patriotic War, were reluctant to sink, and to the wails of their wounded comrades, they raised their weapons and fired tenaciously at the enemy's blocking positions. At this time, there are still two years before the mass installation of AK-47, and these Soviet officers and soldiers are still using **Sha, Mosin. Nagant and Deggalev, which could easily form a much more powerful firepower than the other side, seemed to be suppressed by the blockers. Finally, someone in the snow took the lead in shouting "Ula", and the blood-boiling slogans quickly converged into a film, and the Soviet Guards infantry rose up and pushed forward over the corpses of their comrades.

After four years of constant confrontation with strong opponents, the basic tactics of the Soviet army have matured and enriched, and by the end of the war they were even able to overwhelm the German troops who had lost all the losses of the veterans on most battlefields. In the face of the enemy's pre-set blocking positions, they did not rush forward in a swarm. Lacking heavy weapon support, they skillfully used the strong fire output of the ** Sand submachine guns, alternated cover with each other, and mostly avoided the opponent's bullets in a prostrate firing stance, and the machine gunners in the rear also took advantage of the opportunity to fetch machine guns and mortars from the dead mules. The companions in front of them attracted enemy fire one after another, and a system of weapon suppression at close and medium distances was quietly formed, accompanied by the neighing of heavy machine guns and the roar of the first mortars, the surviving Soviet soldiers threw themselves into a full-scale charge without hesitation. On the gentle slope strewn with the remains of their fellow skiers, they were subjected to heavy machine-gun fire and grenade fire from the blockades, which flew over the top of the slope in a high parabola and fell in the air, spending most of their time in the air, after which the Soviets had no chance to pick them up and throw them again, and the attempt to attack from the flanks was thwarted by the enemy's early response. Fortunately, the number of machine guns and mortars put into the attack increased a little, and the close-range fire suppression carried out by the "**Sha" submachine gun also had an effect, and the blocking strength on the top of the slope continued to weaken, and in the end, they only relied on the continuous damage caused by grenades to delay the Soviet attack. After several successive attacks with extremely heavy losses, the Soviet soldiers finally rushed up the gentle slope and occupied the top of the slope, and they were surprised to find that only 16 of their opponents had been sniping at them for half an hour, and all but two dying wounded soldiers were killed. This fervent and fearless will to fight reminded them of their old rivals on the Eastern Front, where the attire and weapons of the blockades revealed the great hidden secrets of the Third Reich.

Standing on the top of the slope, a Soviet lieutenant with a bruised cheek and bleeding turned back to his companions and shouted: "They are Germans, German paratroopers, Nazi soldiers!" ”

There was no joy in the aftermath of victory, and in fact the capture of the top was only a difficult first step, and there were still 108,000 miles away from a real victory. After some answers, more soldiers climbed to the top of the slope, and in the current situation, they could only leave the dead to continue to break through, but when they stopped talking and quieted down, the familiar roar of machinery was faintly heard in the ice field to the northeast. Thinking that a dozen German paratroopers could inflict such casualties on their own side, the surviving Soviet officers and soldiers could not help but feel deep anxiety and even despair about the road ahead...... Near 9 o'clock, the battle around the central camp of the Soviet army was still going on.

"This is really an opponent whose willpower should not be taken lightly."

On a rock to the left of the camp, Lynn greeted Karenni. Lieutenant Colonel Blaze sighed. In order to conquer the core camp of the Soviet landing force, which was the largest and most well-equipped, the night troops initially invested two companies and eight snow leopards, and also used the base fortress artillery to bombard for a long time in advance. Fortunately, Lynn and Rommel originally formulated the strategy of dividing and encircling and then encircling and annihilating, and the strong attack was unfavorable, so Lynn only left a company and a half of night combat troops and the armored troops that came to continue the siege, and the night soldiers who skied forward and the leading snow leopard combat group bypassed the camp and advanced to the coast, at this time the sea water on the shore should have been included in the range of their guns.

Similar sentiments may have been expressed more than once by Blaze when he was on the Eastern Front. Li commented that although the large amount of aid from the United States was of great help to the Soviet army's counteroffensive, the most important thing was to rely on their own tenacity and perseverance, and if they had let the same number of French [***] teams fight this war, the Third Reich would have conquered Europe and marched towards the world long ago. The unassuming commander turned his head to the west, and the outflanked Marines along the eastern side of the fjord had advanced to the mouth of the fjord with little resistance, and the rest of the troops had formed two fists to support the central battlefield, except for the soldiers who had remained at the defensive support point. It won't be long before the more frontal Marines arrive and fight.

"You say...... Will the Soviets send more planes tonight? ”

"Oh ho, you're worrying about the Air Force Commanders?" Lynn quipped.

Instead of smiling heartily as usual, Bratz carried an indescribable apprehension. Knowing that during the raid on Las Amos, his troops and Lynn had been on the verge of extreme danger for a long time, and a small accident could have wiped them out, but even then he remained as resilient as steel.

Lynn left the rocks and walked down, took out a cigarette for herself, and handed one to Brazz.

"Are you worried that we will be exposed to the enemy's eyes too soon?"

"This battle is okay, if there is a next time, next time, especially when we have to face a really powerful enemy fleet and landing force, what should we do?"

Aside from the apprehension, Braze's words were mixed with fear, but it was probably not for his own safety, but for his family in the base, especially the three lively and lovely children.

"There is no other way but to try to avoid another war -- to take advantage of the contradictions and suspicions between the Eastern and Western camps, to take advantage of the guidance of public opinion, and to take advantage of the attitude of the Norwegian government." Speaking of this, Lynn stopped, he lit a cigarette with a lighter, frowned lightly and took two puffs in succession, and spit out: "The sword goes sideways, and you survive in danger." ”

Braz silently lit a cigarette and sighed, "That's all there is to it!" ”

Out of reassurance, Lynn whispered, "Actually, don't worry too much, you know, we now have in our hands two weapons that the enemy is very afraid of - aerial vehicles that cannot be shot down and atomic bombs with unprecedented power, right?" ”

"Atomic bomb?" Blaze immediately looked at Lynn with a surprised expression, although the experts and technical information for the manufacture of the atomic bomb were jointly snatched and escorted back, but this was a huge project after all, and the Empire tried its best to intensively collect various raw materials mainly uranium ore from various channels, and it is still unknown whether it can be completed within two years as far as the current progress is concerned.

"We have the technology to develop the atomic bomb, how does the enemy know when we will be able to build it?" Lynn asked rhetorically.

"It's really hard for them to judge, but ...... How can we convince them that we have it? ”

"That's the crux of the matter."

Lynn turned her head to look in the direction of the base, where more than 70 percent of the energy was invested in the uranium enrichment project, so to speak, to the point of full suffrage, and two new uranium enrichment plants were secretly built in South America, but the situation was moving so fast that there was very little time left for them. Fortunately, in addition to being a genius marksman, a first-class special operations commander, and a crappy spy, Lynn is also a strategic planner with a vision and knowledge of the times.

(To be continued)