The green light suddenly turned on, and there was a constant explosion of anti-aircraft artillery around. However, the number of transport planes has been reduced considerably, apparently due to the dispersion to their respective empty locations.

As soon as Borreol pulled open the door of the plane, the cold wind blew in his face, and a row of tracer bullets could be seen outside the door just grazing a Ju-52 into the sky. He turned his face and looked at his men with the face that had been blown by the wind: "Start skydiving!"

Everyone hung the hook of the parachute on the suspension bar of the plane, so as to ensure that when they jumped out of the cabin, their parachute could be pulled away smoothly, and the cold wind blew into the cabin, even if they were wearing a short field trench coat, they could still feel the biting cold.

Soon the first paratrooper jumped out of the cabin, stretched his body as far as he could, stretched forward with his hands close to his ears, and kept his feet together in an unbent position. They jumped out of the cabin at 450 feet above the ground, which was the minimum distance they could land safely. Even so, the paratroopers had to endure the danger of floating in the air and being exposed to the enemy's guns, and those twenty seconds seemed to be endless.

On a Dutch machine-gun emplacement on the ground, a young officer looked up at the sky and saw as if by magic the Ju-52 transport planes dropped one or two to more small white dots, first 20, then 50, then hundreds. German soldiers jumped out of the plane and crept in. He yelled at his men to fire back, and the machine gun beside him began to fire fiercely into the sky. But there were so many targets that he didn't know where to go.

Borol escaped death again, he saw with his own eyes that the parachute rope above his head had been broken by a bullet, but he still landed safely, and the moment his feet hit the ground, he felt an inexplicable sense of security.

He got out of the parachute, then took off the parachute bag he was carrying on his back and threw it on the ground. He hurriedly removed the secured G43 rifle from his chest and pulled the bolt to load the bullet. Hunched over a small bush of grass, where he found a position to cover himself, he began to take a closer look at his surroundings.

He saw a German soldier running towards him bending over, adjusting his direction back and forth, and at first glance he was a veteran, and the German soldier ran all the way to the grass, and only after seeing Borol did he fall on his back with a steel helmet and a flying shovel.

"Password!" Although the soldier was a veteran of the paratrooper squad commanded by Borol, Borol still asked with a frown according to discipline.

The German soldier glanced at his commander with his steel helmet and replied with a smile: "My own people!" ”

"Idiot! The next time you answer that, I'll break your head. Borol pulled out his map and began to look for directions: "The next time I say the password, you have to answer the can." ”

The veteran took off the MP-44 assault rifle he was carrying and stood guard for Borol, who took a brief survey on the map, then picked up a photograph tucked in the map and compared it with a building in the distance, which showed a towering church with a white cross on the roof—there was a church not far away, and it looked exactly the same.

"The good news is that this time the plane didn't throw us too far. Borol pointed to the church over there: "That's where we want to go." ”

As he packed up the map and put it back in his bag, he said to his men, "But there is a lot of bad news, such as you are the only one of my subordinates right now. ”

"Squad leader, I can't see you, but I know you're nearby!" Suddenly, a loud shout rang out. Not far away, Borol heard a familiar voice shouting in German, apparently some of his men had landed nearby, but they were too hidden from each other to see each other.

"Shut up!" Borol replied loudly.

Sure enough, before he could think about what to do next, the Dutch machine-gun position around him, which had stopped firing, roared again, and the bullets hit the grass around the grass with a popping sound. Borol felt dust rise around him, and he curled up as hard as he could, hoping that the low mound of dirt would cover him.

"Holy, I knew ......," he whispered, holding on to his helmet, while the German soldier next to him was lying on the ground, dodging the bullets from the Dutch defenders' machine-gun positions as best he could.

Not far away, the distinctive sound of the MG42 tearing linen rang out, and it looked like the German machine guns were beginning to return fire. Soon the Dutch machine-gun position was suppressed, and Borol turned sideways to look at the German machine-gun position not far away, next to a small tree, where about four or five German soldiers were firing heavily.

"Don't lean over just yet, push towards that machine-gun position! Borol picked up his rifle, propped himself up, and leaped forward quickly, running about a dozen steps in one breath before he lay down again. During this time, he saw the Dutch machine gun position, only about a few dozen meters away from him, where several Dutch machine gunners were dodging the bullets of the German machine guns.

He leaped to his feet and rushed forward a dozen more paces, then pulled out a grenade, pulled down the ring with his mouth, and threw it into the trench of the Dutch machine-gun position. He fell to his stomach with the force of a run, and then there was an explosion, followed by the rustle of some sand falling on the helmet.

Knowing that his grenade had worked, Borol once again got up from the cold, still dewy dirt, rushed to the lightly smoking machine-gun emplacement, and jumped into the trench with his rifle.

A young Dutch officer with a bloody face fell to the ground on his back, his hand trembling and reaching for the pistol at his waist, and the other Dutch soldiers fell to the ground in a row, except for the Dutch soldier who was responsible for loading, still standing there stupidly, still holding the chain of the machine gun in his hand.

"Phew!" Borol pulled the trigger and shot the Dutch soldier in the chest, who was still there, and then he turned around to find that the young Dutch officer who had fallen to the ground had drawn his pistol, and he opened fire again, shattering the young officer's head with a single shot.

At this time, the characteristic sound of the German machine gun roared again, and the bullet hit Borrol's side, splashing black dirt on the sandbag. Borol hurriedly bent down and shrank into the trench, and a bullet struck the body of the Maxim heavy machine gun above his head, splashing a spark.

"Bastard! Ceasefire! Damn! I'm Borol! Ceasefire! I've taken this trench! Damn! Ceasefire!" shouted Borol, who was one of the most unlucky German paratroopers if another grenade flew in after a while.

After shouting for about a few seconds, the German machine gun stopped roaring, and the veteran soldier who followed Borol jumped into the trench and fired two more shots at the head of the Dutch loader, who was still twitching, and the two of them leaned against the edge of the trench until five or six German soldiers arrived with an MG42 on their shoulders.

"Which *** shouted so loudly just now?" Borol gritted his teeth angrily, if it wasn't for the machine gun fire to cover him to complete a risky strong attack, he should still be holding his head from behind and scolding his mother.

"He saw your parachute on the ground, but he couldn't see you, so he took the risk and shouted twice. The veteran with the machine gun smiled and set up the machine gun in the direction of the church, explaining: "There are two brothers in the back, one with a dislocated arm and the other with a face scratched by a tree branch." The paramedic in the platoon was treating both of them, so they didn't come up together. ”

"How many Dutch defenders are there in the direction of the church?" asked Borrow, who took out a telescope from his backpack and looked at the church in the distance with half of his head exposed, then retreated to the trench and looked at his men.

The deputy squad leader shook his head: "We don't know, everyone just gathered, and we haven't figured out how to deal with that machine gun position, if it weren't for you, we would have to be suppressed for a while." ”

"Baru, you take him along the gutters on both sides of the road to the fence of the church. Borol pointed to the road in the distance and said, "You still have you, you two...... Forget it, you come with me alone. Feint in front of the opposing soldiers and open fire. ”

He pointed to the machine gun: "The remaining three people, get that Makqin too, operate the two machine guns, don't skimp on ammunition, and aim at the window of the church and hit hard." ”

After the task was assigned, everyone began to act, and the Makqin machine guns on the position were the first to fire because they had enough ammunition. The bullet followed with the "protrusion, protrusion." The gunfire shattered the glass of the church, and on the front, Borol and a soldier alternately took cover and bent over the church.

Inside the church, a Dutch defender opened fire, but apparently with a rifle rather than the machine gun that the German paratroopers feared. Soon the window where the fire was fired was sieveed by the Maxim machine gun snatched by the German paratroopers, and the glass was shattered, and the surrounding walls were also riddled with bullet marks.

The German paratroopers who had come from the other direction quickly occupied the fence outside the church, and the two of them quietly crossed the low fence until they leaned against the outer wall of the church.

"Boom!" came a loud bang. Borol, who had already groped his way to the main entrance of the church, found that in the small square of the village not far from the church, a Dutch anti-aircraft gun was firing into the sky, and around the anti-aircraft gun, at least a dozen Dutch soldiers were busy......