The plane was shaking, all the paratroopers were already on their feet, they checked their equipment, fastened the messy equipment they were carrying, and the red lights on the plane kept flashing, as if to remind everyone that they would be greeted by a very dangerous journey.

The platoon commander gave his own order in a loud voice: "Check the equipment one last time! Everyone confirms the parachute!

"One! over!" "Number two!" "Three! finished!" ...... "Twenty-five! finished!" ......

The green light suddenly turned on, the plane door was forcefully opened by the platoon commander, and the cold wind suddenly poured into the plane cabin, blowing the paratroopers to the ground. There was a slight singing on the plane, and I don't know who was whispering, and soon, this uplifting melody became a familiar song that everyone was humming.

"The sun shines red, ready,

Who knows if it will smile at us again tomorrow?

The engine started and worked at full power.

Take off, take us on the road, and today we go face the enemy!

Hop on the plane, board the plane!

Comrades-in-arms, there is no return.

In the far east there are black clouds,

Come, don't lose your soul, come!

The roar of the engine, accompanied by the individual's own thoughts,

Everyone's thoughts quickly skimmed over their loved ones at home.

In an instant, comrades-in-arms, the signal for parachuting came,

We flew to the enemy and lit the beacon fire there.

Landing fast, landing fast!"

"Start skydiving!" shouted the platoon leader.

The first paratrooper stepped out of the cabin in one step, stretched out his body, and there was no singing in his ears, only the whirring wind could prove that he was still alive. The air currents quickly swayed back and forth, but the parachute was already open, and you could see your feet hanging back and forth in the air.

The second paratrooper jumped out, followed by the third, then the fourth, and the white flowers in the sky bloomed one after the other, like the white edelweiss of the Alps.

The German paratroopers, who were densely packed in the sky and had little anti-aircraft fire on the ground, landed on the ground in broad daylight, began to gather their forces in formation, and then pounced on the targets they had predetermined to fight.

Hanging up a branch of a small tree, Borol finally landed safely on the ground, the air currents in the sky made him wonder where his weapon had fallen, and he now only had a pitiful P38 pistol and a military bayonet. Of course, he also has two grenades hanging from his chest, which are all his weapons.

"What are you kidding! where did they throw me?" Borrell looked at his map for a long time with the guidebook, and then looked around with the manual that had been handed out to them, and finally he was sure that he had been thrown in a place that was not the target area at all.

The sound of gunfire not far away does not sound like a G43 from one of one's own people, nor does it sound like an MP-44 rifle. So Borol carefully bent down and walked from the place where he had landed to a quiet tree pit. But apparently he was a guest here, as there was also a German paratrooper with an iron fist bazooka.

"Oh my God, I almost broke your head!" the soldier was startled, then grumbled loudly.

"Use this?" Borol knocked on the Iron Fist bazooka, snorted, and found a telescope from the soldier's duffel bag, he carried the telescope around his neck, inserted the pistol into the holster on the armed belt, and straightened the tactical vest on his body before he spoke: "I am the guide of the 2nd Battalion of the 2nd Regiment, do you have a target to attack around here?"

"I'm kidding! Sir, I'm an anti-tank man! I'm only responsible for the whole company dealing with enemy tanks. The soldier said with a sad face, as if he was afraid that he would be assigned to do some dangerous work.

Borol nodded: "What about your company? I'm glad to be able to operate with friendly forces." ”

"Okay!Okay!Mr. Guide, what are we going to do now?" said the soldier, "I am also from the 2nd Battalion of the 2nd Regiment, why haven't I seen you?"

"I'm in a company, if I have a living treasure like you, I will be the first to kick you off the plane. Borol sighed and said, "Shut up! Now you must obey my commands! Help me complete my mission! Now we are going to occupy a bridge called Cell." ”

"Well, how far is that from here? I still have half a platoon of soldiers' food in my bag, which is not light. The soldier said.

Borol blushed slightly: "I don't know where we are, so I can't be sure where the target is, but I think we should go north and soon we will find the village." ”

"How do you know?" asked the anti-tank soldier curiously.

Pointing to the smoke-emitting spot on the distant horizon: "If you were the Air Force, would you drop so many bombs in a deserted place?"

"That might be. The soldier muttered to his feet: "Didn't they leave us here indiscriminately? I really don't know how an anti-tank fighter and a lost guide can occupy a bridge that doesn't know where yet." ”

"Can you sing?" Ignoring the soldiers' complaints, Borol casually asked, stuffing his pockets and backpacks with canned luncheon meat and brown bread, "The sun is shining red, ready, who knows if it will smile at us again tomorrow?" Take off, take us on our way, and today we're going to face the enemy!

The soldier nodded, "The sun glows red, get ready, who knows if it will smile at us tomorrow?" Take off, take us on the road, today we will face the enemy! Board the plane, board the plane! Comrades-in-arms, there is no return to the journey. There are black clouds in the far east, come, don't lose your soul, come!"

The two men hummed a song in a low voice, and pushed through the dense grass to the smoke in the distance, and they walked with difficulty, one foot deep and one shallow, and occasionally stumbled because of the unevenness of the ground. But they are still getting closer to their goal.

Suddenly, four soldiers flashed out of the grass, and the muzzles of the black holes were aimed at the two people in Borol, and the two of them were stunned and quickly raised their hands and shouted: "Hey, don't shoot! We are our own people! German paratroopers! Germans ......."

The German paratroopers put away their weapons, their faces covered with black carbon ink, and their white teeth were exposed: "If you don't sing, we will shoot from three meters away!"

"Next time, you must announce an identification password in advance! If you run blindly like this, you can easily be killed by your own people!" Borol said, taking the G43 rifle handed to him by a soldier.

The anti-tank man also nodded: "Isn't it! I almost died at the hands of my own men in a moment." ”

"Do you know how to get around? Our goal is to attack a village around here! We don't have a compass on us, so we don't dare to move indiscriminately!" said the leader of the group, "If you don't mind, can you help us with this mission?"

"No problem! Let's attack that village together! After taking it, we will find the Sail Bridge that we want to capture according to the map and the prisoners, and then we will occupy the bridge and make sure that the armored troops can go down to Guò. ”

The six men agreed on tactics and began to grope forward, and on the way they collected two more paratroopers who had been scattered, and on average one of them was unarmed. But they were getting closer and closer to the target village. When they reached the outskirts of the so-called village, they found that it was a small town with a railway.

The air force had just finished bombing the place, and the town was in flames, with the corpses of Polish soldiers everywhere, and there were more people alive, and there were hundreds of Polish cavalry on the edge of the town, but now only the horses were left there, and most of the soldiers went into the town to help the disaster and put out the fire.

But when they got closer, they found that the town was full of gunfire.

"Could it be that our paratroopers have already attacked?" asked one soldier, frowning.

"How is that possible? I saw at least a few hundred Polish soldiers inside, if it was our paratroopers, what a large force? We walked all the way and gathered eight people!" Borol shook his head, stared at the map for a while, and then looked up and said: "I think it may be our army coming! Listening to the sound of the explosion, it should be our tanks! Only armored troops can fight so fast!"

"It's unlikely that the army will be so fast, right? This town is on the map, and it is the main attack location of the 2nd Battalion of paratroopers, called Guru Town. It's ...... afternoon, 51 kilometers from the border," one soldier questioned. He couldn't help but be a little unconvinced - even according to the speed of the march, the advance of 30 kilometers in less than 10 hours was fast enough.

"Anyway, we have to help!" Borol said, putting away the map, "Since they're already on the front!, we'll surround them from behind!"

"Anti-tanker, you cover!If there's a vehicle or tank coming close, you're responsible for taking it out!" A corporal with an MP-44 assault rifle assigns the task: "Don't look at me like that! I know you only have one rocket! But you have to make sure you take out at least one target!

"The others, leaning against the wall, enter the town from the advantage, and prevent the Poles from retreating from the edge of the town. Borol nodded, approved of the battle plan, and pointed to the paratrooper who had no weapons: "You don't have weapons, take a grenade and go scare away the Polish horses!"

"Action!" shouted the group.