81_81266Borol felt the cold humidity in the sky, listened to the familiar whirring wind in his ears, and let his body shake violently in the wind. He felt like he was going to die because of the bullets whizzing around him, and he suspected that he had been hit in the foot because he couldn't feel the lower half of his body.

He shouted hysterically, but he couldn't even hear himself. It wasn't until his feet hit the ground that he knew he was still alive. As the parachute above his head fell, he fell to the ground and began to fumble to unbuckle his parachute.

"Lightning!" a man shouted today's action in a low voice not far behind him.

"Thunder!" no one knew that the code was just Accardo's nostalgia for the Overlord's actions on another plane and his personal bad taste. Borol still shouted the second half of the sentence in a suppressed voice, and the opposite side was obviously relaxed.

"Great! It's Company Commander Borrell!" said a soldier with a sigh of relief, holding the G43 rifle in his hand.

"See Balu?" Borol asked the young man as he sorted out his weapons and equipment.

"Nope. "There were about three or four soldiers behind the soldier, and that's all the strength in Borrol's hands at the moment.

"Bah!" a gunshot rang out, followed by a loud shout in English. Apparently there were British soldiers around, so Borrell didn't think about it, and picked up his gun and shot a whole magazine in the direction of the shouting.

Then he changed the magazine and ordered loudly: "We have been discovered, you and you, detour to the left! You and you come with me! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

He scrambled to his feet, bent over and staggered into the distance, checking his position everywhere, and when he saw a large steaming crater, he jumped into it without thinking.

As he jumped into the crater, he shouted, "Lightning!"

As his ass hit the ground, Borol found himself pointed at two guns, and there were about three or four panicked German paratroopers inside. Baloo was looking around the edge of the crater, and another veteran was sorting out supplies that didn't belong to him, because there was an unlucky recruit in the crater who appeared to have been shot in the head and was dead.

"Damn! I almost smashed his head!" one of the recruits shuddered as he removed his weapon, and the other let out a deep sigh.

"You should say thunder! Fool, you're done killing all the people here!" Borol tilted his head and motioned for the other to look down, only to find that Borol was holding a grenade in his hand and had opened the safety ring.

Borol didn't talk nonsense, continued to pinch the grenade and lay on the edge of the crater, looking into the distance, where there seemed to be an anti-aircraft gun position, which was constantly firing into the sky. He gestured to Baloo beside him, and then threw the grenade at the target.

With the explosion of the grenade, the British anti-aircraft gun positions stopped firing, and after a few seconds or so, the bullets swept like raindrops, and then the anti-aircraft guns roared again, and it seemed that the Borol grenade did nothing other than to make the British discover them.

"I forgot to tell you, the Heavy isn't here. Balu squeezed out a smile embarrassedly: "We can't suppress each other's firepower." As he spoke, the British machine gun hit the mound of dirt in front of Baru, splashing a field of sparks.

"Huh...... Boom!" Just as Borol was about to open his mouth to curse, behind a small bush not far away, a dazzling flame drew a straight line and flew towards the anti-aircraft gun position, and hit the target accurately.

"It's an iron fist! Fight beautifully! Outflank the past!" Borol gave the order to attack loudly: "Cover!"

Two veterans with assault rifles immediately stuck their weapons out of the crater and began firing wildly. The machine-gun position on the opposite side may be changing ammunition, or it may be turning the muzzle of the gun to deal with the Iron Fist bazooka on the other side, and the fire is being suppressed anyway.

Borol jumped out of the trench again, and ran to the sides with Baru, and after running a few steps, he saw the Englishman's position by the light of the fire, and without thinking about it, picked up his MP-44 assault rifle and fired his own bullet at the Englishman.

One of the British soldiers, who were watching around, fell in response, while the others dodged Borreol's bullets. They watched as the German paratroopers on the opposite side ran out of magazines, and were about to return fire, but they were all knocked to the ground by an attack from the other side.

Several German soldiers rushed from behind and saw Baru rummaging through the bodies of the Englishmen in the trenches. And Borol was on the anti-aircraft gun position not far away, and made up a few shots at the soldiers of the British air defense forces who were not dead inside.

The Iron Fist rocket just now hit the base of this anti-aircraft gun accurately, and the splashed shrapnel eliminated most of the British artillery here, and by the way, the British anti-aircraft gun turned into a pile of scrap metal.

Not far away, the gunfire was still very dense, and it seemed that the two forces were engaged in a fierce exchange of fire. Borol took advantage of his spare time to count the number of soldiers, and found that he had only found 11 soldiers—and that was the number of people he had turned out to be in the Iron Fist rocket artillery group over there.

He arranged an improvised defensive position, set up his own temporary headquarters, and then looked through the corpses of British soldiers, finding nothing useful to find. But the good news is that one of his platoon commanders found it with more than 20 soldiers, which can be regarded as increasing the number of Borol's men.

With these soldiers, Borol expanded his defensive circle, found the bodies of two paratroopers and four of his own men who did not dare to show their heads, and at 2:13 p.m. they found the signal corpsman and his platoon, and the German paratroopers finally gathered a team of more than 50 people.

As luck would have it, they found the ammunition boxes that had been dropped off the plane, containing a large number of bullets and grenades, so that the German paratroopers would not have to worry about running out of ammunition.

Soon they spotted another British anti-aircraft gun position in the vicinity, which was a large-caliber anti-aircraft gun that appeared to have run out of ammunition from the previous anti-aircraft fire, so it remained undetected.

Baloo himself captured the larger British artillery position with 20 men and found a concealed headquarters and a trench in the shape of an "earth". Inside was defended by a British infantry squad, about 30 anti-aircraft gunners and commanders, and the German paratroopers took the position by surprise and killed all the untrained British soldiers.

With such a ready-made headquarters, Borol and the rest of the people were transferred here. In this hidden air defense headquarters, he saw a stove for burning coffee and a mess of daily necessities.

"Are these Britons really here to fight?" Borol asked with disdain, pouting his lips and slapping his face against the British officer on the ground.

"Pretty much. Balu nodded: "One person on our side was killed and two were injured. This officer committed suicide after being surrounded. ”

Borol walked to the table with the map on the wall, looked at the map carefully, flipped through the text and partial maps on the table, picked up a pen pressed on the map, and shook it at Balu with a smile: "Spoils of war." ”

Just kidding, it's time to get down to business. Borol pointed to the map on the wall and said, "I can't read the map because I can't find the translator, but the square here should be a field barracks, and we killed about two platoons of British soldiers along the way, these soldiers obviously didn't come here today, they are standing troops." So there must be a place to live around here. ”

"Shall I take someone over to have a look?" Balu asked with a smile.

"Take all the people in the 1st and 2nd platoons, and you can't figure out that this is a battalion defense area. Borol frowned and stared at the map and said: "If you encounter scattered people on the road, the 1st and 2nd platoons will let them go with you, and the soldiers of the 3rd platoon will let them gather here." ”

"Okay! I'll go. I'll bring half of the ammunition with me, and I'll leave the rest for you. Balu nodded, turned and walked out of the small room that was originally the headquarters of the British officer.

Borol took out the map and began to compare it with the British, trying to find some common ground, and then confirm his own location, so that he could know where the targets marked on the map were that he needed to occupy.

Before he could find anything, there was a sudden burst of gunfire outside. Borol immediately grabbed his assault rifle from the table and rushed out with a single lunge. I saw more than a dozen British soldiers lying in pools of blood, and the corpses of several German paratroopers beside them.

Before they set off, and while they were distributing ammunition, a British patrol team came back, they found the Germans in their camp, rushed out to retake their camp, and as a result, a fierce battle broke out between the two sides, 5 German soldiers who were caught off guard were killed, and all 12 British soldiers of a patrol squad were also killed.

"It seems that this is really the station of a battalion. Borol said to Balu beside him: "It's just that this battalion is scattered. ”

"Then the location of this battalion should be the headquarters of this battalion, right?" said Baloo as he checked the remaining bullets in his weapon.

"Go, you've got an hour, and then we're going to set out to get where we really need to take. Borol patted Balu on the shoulder and said.

"Platoon 1, Platoon 2, bring weapons and ammo, follow me, go!" Baru nodded, commanding loudly. Dozens of German paratroopers quickly disappeared into the night