81_81266 Borol gave the order to check his equipment on the lawn again, this was his third night boarding and skydive in recent days, and unlike the others, this time he knew he was going to England.

The battalion commander had just assigned the attack mission and asked each soldier to confirm the location where he was going to attack. Every building in the photo brought back by the spy is detailed, and the landmarks and even the trees and road signs are detailed on their battle map.

Everyone was then asked to quickly defecate, and then began to check their equipment, as well as the weapons, ammunition, and supplies that had been distributed yesterday. Everyone was excited, but they didn't know which city in England they were going to be thrown to, except for officers above the company commander. After the assignment was completed, everyone was forbidden to leave the camp, and everyone had to be accompanied by at least three people to go out, and the German intelligence agencies took great pains to ensure that the operation was kept secret until the last moment.

Behind the small port city of Buckton near the landing ground was a small town called Bit, which was an important fulcrum for the German paratroopers to capture and stop the British 4th Army from counterattacking on the beach. Nearby, German paratroopers were expected to drop a whole three battalions of troops, and Borrol's company was one of them.

"Get on board!" shouted an officer not far away. With a bang, all the paratroopers stood up. They carried parachute bags on their backs, spare parachutes and supplies on their chests, ammunition and tents on their legs. Soldiers with heavy weapons could not carry as many heavy items, so their bits and pieces were distributed among other soldiers to help carry them.

Borol pulled a tall, unleashed subordinate from the ground, and walked over to Balu's side, motioning for everyone to disperse and board the plane. General Student will land in Britain with the paratroopers this time, and for this time the size of the airborne landing of 15,000 people, Germany has prepared 750 transport aircraft of various types, as well as 690 gliders of various types. The planes were to take the German paratroopers to specific locations, drop 40 tons of additional supplies, and return at the same time.

Unlike previous airborne operations, 110 Crusader helicopters will also be involved in the paratrooper landing and beach landing, which will cover the landing and transport some of the paratroopers. This risky move was also jointly recommended by several military bigwigs, and the more varied the joint operation, the more obvious the effect would be when landing.

Borol watched as his men stepped onto the familiar Ju-52 transport plane one after the other, until he was the only one left behind, and then he reached out to Balu above, and with his strength he boarded the transport plane. The roar of engines has filled the entire airport, and the sound of hundreds of transport planes launching together can be called magnificent.

After closing the hatch, the noise inside the cabin became much quieter, and Balu grinned as he waited for Borol to announce their destination this time. Borol raised the corners of his mouth, deliberately hanging his appetite and not speaking.

"Sir, isn't it Norwich?" said Baru, scratching his head, asked the company commander Borreol.

"Tell me, how do you know?" asked Borrol, who didn't say right or wrong.

"Every time we fly for so long, calculate the speed of the plane, and draw a circle, we can't go to Oxford, behind London, right? Baloo and a few of the veterans around him laughed as they spoke.

Borroll nodded, acknowledging his destination this time: "There is a small town called Bit near Norwich, less than 10 kilometers from the small port of Baccton. We parachuted there, then captured and defended there against the counterattack of the British. ”

As he spoke, he opened a map from his map bag, spread it out, and then pointed to their combat zone with the faint lights of the plane: "We arrived at the target area four hours ahead of the landing force, and after removing obstacles, we will do our best to help the landing force destroy the nearby British artillery positions." ”

"That's a lot of tasks. Balu said with a smile.

"The bomber unit deployed in Dunkirk took off only 25 minutes before us, and they were going to bomb the entire Norwich area, destroying all the areas marked above. Borol pointed to a few points on the map: "Here, here, and here and here." If we're lucky, we'll just come across a bunch of steaming corpses. ”

"If you're unlucky, there's a whole battalion of Brits waiting for us down there?" said Baloo, shrugging his shoulders and teasing.

Just now, when the regiment commander was assigning the task, he said that there should be British anti-aircraft artillery positions nearby, but it is not easy to say how large and how much trouble it will cause to the airborne troops. Judging by their experience with large-scale airborne landings in the Netherlands, anti-aircraft fire will only be more intensive, not lower.

In other words, when the paratrooper transport plane formation enters British airspace for a while, it is estimated that the British anti-aircraft artillery units will attack mercilessly, and how many people can survive can only be left to fate. Borol still feels more confident in this, and the airborne landing he participated in several times has been quite smooth, and he himself is still intact to this day.

However, compared with several other airborne landings, this time it is also a very difficult innovative operation, the previous airborne missions were completed during the day, but this time it was to be completed at night, and the more test of the paratroopers was to capture the town and destroy the nearby enemy artillery positions, these tasks must also be completed before the early hours of the morning, and it seems that it is not easy to think about it.

Things should still try to think on the bright side, at least that's how Borol and his paratroopers consoled themselves. After all, there is still no need to face the British armored forces, so the rest of the task is relatively easy.

After explaining their respective tasks, arranging the route of cover and assault, time passed imperceptibly, and soon the red siren lights on the plane turned on. In addition to the roar of the engines of the planes, a dense explosion began to be heard outside the window, and it seemed that the British air defense forces had indeed deployed objective defensive forces in the Norwich area.

Not far away, a Ju-52 transport plane towing a glider was hit by a shell, the paratroopers inside were thrown out of the fuselage of the plane with flames, and the broken tail of the plane dragged the glider headlong to the ground, and by the time the pilot of the glider got rid of the burning tail, it was impossible for them to fly to Norwich.

The huge flames formed by the explosion of the plane lit up Borol's face, and it was not the first time he had seen the explosion of the plane, so he was more numb and indifferent than the panic and panic of his subordinates. He was accustomed to life and death, and from the moment he sent away his beard in France, he knew that death was as normal for a warrior as breathing. He just wanted to live silently until the day God told him to die.

"Check your gear at last!" Borol retracted his gaze and shouted loudly in the cabin: "Reload your weapons and ammunition! You will know how important this is as soon as you land! The password is 'lightning' - 'thunder'! If it is not the password that answers you, then fire immediately! Understood?"

"Understood!" replied loudly as the distance of the plane trembled.

"Take a closer look at these pictures! If there are no of these artifacts where you landed, it means that you are out of the war zone for which you were originally planned. Then you will have to form your own battle team, with the highest-ranking commander in charge, and return to our original war zone as much as possible...... Here you are surrounded by enemies, try to survive!" Borol continued to say loudly to his men.

He paused, then continued: "We will have a second wave of bombers in the early hours of the morning, so try to mark your location as much as possible! Open the German flags distributed in everyone's hands so that you can avoid being attacked by friendly targets!"

"Yes, sir!" said Baru, who took the lead, and everyone replied again. Outside the plane, more anti-aircraft artillery fire exploded around, and the British defenses seemed stronger than they thought.

Everyone stood up and hung the parachute hook on the rail, swaying slightly with the flutter of the plane. None of them spoke, nor did they sing the songs they were familiar with, because this time they were facing a test that made everyone extremely nervous. They don't dare to be distracted, and they don't dare to relax casually.

Suddenly, the green light inside the transport plane lit up, Borol nodded, and Balu reached out and pushed open the door of the transport plane, and as the wind poured into the cabin, he opened his mouth and shouted in a deep voice: "Airborne begins! Jump! Jump!"

One by one, the paratroopers jumped out of the cabin, their arms stretched out in the sky, falling with the howling wind, their paratroopers in front of them, left and right, and they did not look alone. The British machine guns were firing at the air, but the white parachutes were growing more and more, like edelweiss blooming in the Alps.

Finally, Borol stood at the door, staring at the darkness beneath his feet, raising the corners of his mouth, jumping out of the cabin under the heavy fire, allowing his body to drift with his parachute to the ground.

Prime Minister's House, London, United Kingdom.

An officer ran into Churchill's office and, panting and shouting in the expectant eyes of the Prime Minister, "The location of the German landing is confirmed!"

"Where?" asked Churchill, standing up.

The officer swallowed and uttered a desperate sentence: "Where did the German landing...... In Norwich!".