When one of the paratroopers stepped on the ground with both feet, he began to fight. Sometimes you are even alone in the fight, desperately struggling in an isolated and helpless environment. Borol had fought alone in a dark corner, and he knew the terrible experience, so when he landed on his feet, he habitually grabbed his gun and lowered his body vigilantly.

As he lifted his head from his steel helmet, he found some of the most daring recruits retrieving their parachutes, veteran combat-hardened veterans setting up machine-gun positions, and more crouching by the bushes, waiting for his orders.

The Soviets' counterattack was so weak that there was no decent resistance even in the entire airborne area, and although an anti-aircraft machine gun position caused some trouble to the Germans, it also stopped the attack with great interest after being hit by two Iron Fist rockets. Many Soviet soldiers were already crouching together with their heads in their hands, guarded by some special soldiers in black German uniforms, watching in horror as the German paratroopers landed.

"Hey, look at those bullish guys, each with a new MP-44 with a folding stock, and even the steel helmet is a modified M37 with ear guards!" Borell muttered to Donner, who had landed on the ground at about the same time, as he carried the Mauser 98K rifle behind his back.

"The division commander said that there will be friendly special forces on the ground to respond, presumably they are them, there are not many of them, and it seems that they are very good at fighting...... We didn't meet any resistance, and I guess it's to their fault. Borol said as he led Donner to the back of what appeared to be a small mound of what appeared to be a temporary headquarters.

Two high-powered radio stations have been erected there, and the windproof tent has been laid with weeds and snow that looks very well camouflaged. The tall radio front was also camouflaged with dead branches, and it was difficult to detect the existence of this command without careful identification.

Several radios were working, and some walkie-talkies were on the table, connected to a simple manpower generator, seemingly charging. One of the officers at the head saw Borol walking over, got up and smiled and stretched out his palm: "Welcome, Mr. paratroopers." ”

Walkie-talkies were a novelty in this era, and the penetration rate of the German army was not very high. Most of the equipment has been handed over to the special forces, and a few are being applied in several group armies of the main force, because the cost relationship is still only slow equipment. The German Army, which is a bit of an upstart, still has a long way to go in some details to reach the same level as the United States in 1944 in another time and space.

"Looks like we're late, you've done everything. Borol smiled and stretched out his hand and shook the other man's hand: "Is there anything you can help with? I am Borol, the captain of the 1st Parachute Division. ”

"Fought Damanhur?" said the German special forces officer, who had the same beard as General Sickert, and smiled with the charm of a middle-aged Germanic man. He looked at Borol as he asked, and seemed to be more interested in Damanhur.

Borol smiled and pointed to Donner, who was wearing the Damanhur medallion behind him, and introduced in a proud tone: "If you're talking about the place where he lost his palm, I think I've been there, but Patton's tanks are so bad that a few tanks can be exchanged for one of our paratroopers' hands." ”

The officer burst out laughing, saluted solemnly, and said: "Long live Führer Accardo, Rudolph! It's a pleasure to meet you, Battalion Commander Borol, I was fascinated by your battle in Damanhur, and I regret that I was not able to fight with you at that time. ”

"Trust me, it's not a good place. Borol looked at some German paratroopers in the distance who were sitting in a Soviet truck with a German flag on the front of the car driving into the distance, casually pointed to his head and said: "We didn't do anything great, we just squatted in the trenches, trying not to let the American bullets break our heads." ”

Skorzny laughed, revealing a mouthful of healthy teeth. Not far behind him, a paratrooper cart was rumbling up the hill, and many German paratroopers with various weapons were following behind it, heading towards their destination.

"I've been ordered to reinforce your position, but to be honest I don't know much about you, and I don't know what the state of this place is. Borol walked over to a makeshift table and tilted his head to look at the extremely accurate map of operations.

The now unknown German special forces commander stretched out his hand, pointed to the map and began to describe the current situation: "We took control of 44 anti-aircraft gun positions last night, and marked some of the larger main positions, most of which were destroyed by the air raid just now, and now it can be said that there is not much Soviet resistance here. ”

After saying that, he moved his finger to the east of the map: "Another action group called Viper, which has taken control of the railway bridge leading to Stalingrad, where they are deployed, and now they are in urgent need of support. We lack the equipment to deal with heavy weapons, so someone has to rush over to help. ”

"Now I know why you're so good and left us behind. Borol unfolded his less accurate map of the area and compared it with pencil marks on important places and marks: "We are very good at dealing with tanks with bayonets and saliva." ”

He looked at the somewhat cramped Skorzny, pointed to several captured Soviet trucks in the distance and said, "You don't mind lending us these things, do you? To be honest, we are not good at walking on two legs, since we knew that we were only 6,000 meters away from our destination." ”

"When have you paratroopers ever been so close to the airborne target area?" asked a special forces radio mechanic who was fiddling with the radio.

"Jump off the plane and count!" Donner pointed to the sky with his iron bracer-covered finger. Borol didn't say much, just nodded his head at Skorzne, and left the improvised headquarters with Donner. They walked to the side of the car and arranged a combat mission with the commander of the 1st Company, who had come to report for duty.

"How many people have been found?" Borol began to confirm his strength as usual, and if it was night, he could now only find a maximum of 200 men in a battalion. As a commander, he must know how many subordinates he has in order to decide on the next plan of action.

"This time we have suffered almost no losses, more than 100 people have been gathered on the 2nd Company, 110 on the 3rd Company, my troops are the most, all 130 people have arrived, and only one fool has broken his foot!"

"Throw the iron fist and the heavier equipment on the truck, and all the soldiers will move forward lightly with only weapons!" Borol took out the map, compared it with the map in the hand of the commander of the 1st company, pointed to the location of the railway bridge above, and laid out a brief plan of action: "Our task is to stop the advance of the Soviet army and control the transportation hub. This railway bridge will shorten the front of our defense, and I think it's best to lay out the line here. ”

"There are too many protrusions forward, will they be taken care of by the Soviets?" the commander of the 1st Company asked, glancing at Borol.

"Scared, then I'll talk to those girls in the 2nd battalion and give them this bridge. Borol gestured to put away the map.

The commander of the 1st Company hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't! Fight from the Netherlands to Damanhur, when was our 1st Battalion afraid?" He was a soldier who only joined the 1st Battalion in Damanhur, in fact, he had never fought the Dutch campaign at all, not even the Battle of Crete, but he had always talked about the classic battles of the German paratroopers, as if he was a paratrooper veteran like Borol.

"Donner, hand over the car to you, go to the regimental headquarters, collect as much ammunition as you can, if you have a surplus, pull up some anti-tank guns, call a paratrooper chariot, and I'll give you credit when the time comes!" Borol threw his backpack into the car, and then instructed Donner, and then pointed him out a road and showed him how to chase the big army.

When Donner set out, he also brought a platoon of soldiers, escorted munitions, and made a cameo appearance as a porter. After all the tasks were assigned, Borol carried the strap of his rifle in one hand and the pistol holster on his waist in the other, and led his soldiers towards the railway bridge marked on the map, and took his own steps.

......

In the Soviet headquarters, Rokossovsky was in a hurry to redeploy troops, and while he sent a telegram to the front-line troops to stop attacking each other, he sent out his two most elite armored divisions, hoping to open up key transportation hubs and withdraw the front-line troops that might have been defeated.

His heart was turning upside down, because the Germans were showing him an unprecedented mode of war, which was more three-dimensional and more complex in its means...... But this seems to come from a different era of warfare that is more effective than the previous methods of warfare.

These tactics changed the fixed laws of previous wars, making the enemy unable to defend against them, and even he could not guess where this change in Germany came from and what it would eventually turn into. Standing in front of the map, watching the painstakingly managed defense line collapse in an instant, he had to sigh: "The times are really different!"

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