81_81266 In the cockpit of the shaky plane, Borol held the MP-44 assault rifle in his arms, and fell asleep with the fluttering of the air current. Beside him, Baloo was squinting at the map in his hand. The roar of engines filled the plane, and the soldiers seemed to have become accustomed to the noisy environment.

Suddenly, the red light came on, and Balu elbowed Borol beside him, as a company commander, there was only one squad of troops in the plane he commanded. He opened his eyes, looked at the dazzling red light, and shouted loudly, "Get ready! Watch your step! Check your gear! I'll kick you down in a few minutes! If you don't want to die, take a good look at your parachute!"

All the soldiers smiled and stood up, and then checked their equipment and equipment, these soldiers' equipment can be said to be the most advanced in the entire world, and the advanced ones make them dare not believe that they can be so powerful.

Borol watched his soldiers finish their movements, nodded and continued: "Our goal is to capture the town below and prevent any possible British reinforcements near the beach, we may encounter the opposing team's armored forces, so I want you to do your best to ensure the Iron Fist Bazooka shooters by your side when you complete the occupation!"

"After reaching the ground, we quickly formed a cover formation and advanced into the town. The machine gun crew is covering on the flank, firing without stopping, if nothing else, our reinforcements will arrive in an hour......" He took the map and loudly explained the mission of this operation, and arranged the tactics in detail.

The plane began to shake incessantly, as if to avoid the anti-aircraft shells on the ground, and all the paratroopers were shaken to the ground, and everyone's faces were a little pale, as if they were not used to such violent turbulence. Everyone hung their parachute hooks on the rails on the top of the cabin, which helped them pull their parachutes when they jumped out of the cabin.

The green light suddenly lit up above Borrol's head, and without the slightest hesitation, Balu reached out and opened the door on the side of the plane, and the cold wind quickly poured in, rampage through the cabin, and rattled the combat map that Balu was holding in his hand.

Baloo tucked the map into the map bag on the side of his thigh, buttoned it up and checked it. As he did this, Borol had already shouted a loud order: "Start parachuting! Warriors, let's teach those fools a lesson!"

Following his order, one of the paratroopers jumped out of the cabin directly, leaving only the parachute hook he hung on the slide rails and the strap behind it still dangling back and forth. Immediately after the second paratrooper jumped out of the cabin, then the third, then the fourth, Baloo jumped out in front of the fifth, and Borol watched the last paratrooper jump off the cabin as well.

The fierce wind made his ears whist, and Borol could not hear anything, he knew that his parachute had opened, because the speed of descent was the kind of unfast and slow that he was familiar with. His body hung from the rope of the parachute, shaking violently back and forth with the wind, as if to turn the contents of his stomach out. He saw the paratroopers who jumped out of the cabin before him not far away, and also saw the other people jumping off the JU52 plane next to him.

One by one, the German paratroopers who jumped out of the plane door bloomed into small white flowers one after another in the sky. First dozens, then hundreds, then tens of thousands.

As the impact hit his legs, Borol stumbled to the ground with an unsteady center of gravity, scrambled out of his tent-like parachute, and then removed the assault rifle that was fixed to his chest. He crouched down on the edge of a bush and gestured to his men not far away.

Baru trotted all the way to Borrol's side with a machine gun crew, and several new paratroopers were busy setting up the G42 machine gun. A Mercedes SUV drove up from a distance, on which sat a captain officer and two non-commissioned officers in charge of recording. One of the non-commissioned officers looked at the record board in his hand and shouted loudly to Borrol: "The airborne was sniped by British ground artillery fire, and your troops were judged to have lost 30%, please leave the dead soldiers on your own, and then move on!"

"Damn, we're a third dead. Balu said hatefully, then pointed, "You, you, you, and you! stay and play the wounded." The others moved on. ”

"We are still 900 meters away from the target to be captured! Is this good news or bad news?" Borol looked at the map and asked Balu on the side: "The other side has deployed two anti-aircraft anti-aircraft guns here and here, and we are at a loss in firepower, and we are not sure if we will hit a minefield if we attack in a roundabout way." ”

"Attack head-on. Baru sighed and said, "The intelligence shows that there is only one platoon of British people in the town, and we still have 80 people. It shouldn't be too hard to knock it down. ”

"I'm afraid that I will be judged to have suffered a heavy loss. At that time, we will capture the town, but then the British counterattack will **** out of the town, and we will be sentenced out. Borol smiled bitterly, he knew that the stricter the judgment, the better it would be for them, but they had already failed twice in this judgment, could it still succeed this time?

Balu didn't say much, and led the people to attack head-on, and Borol did not object, but changed his tactics, and asked a few soldiers to make a detour from the side into the other side of the town to see if they could sneak up on a British anti-aircraft gun position.

Then there was a wait, and finally the magistrate who oversaw the area arrived and ruled that Borol had taken the town and lost 17 soldiers. At this time, Borol really lost almost half of his company, which consisted of about 120 soldiers, and now only 63 remained.

After setting up their defensive positions, they had a short one-hour break, as the acting team decided that the defenders had to wait for an hour before launching a counterattack as a simulated reaction time.

Soon their good days came to an end in Borol, and it was the German 11th Panzer Corps that played the role of the British armored forces in the counterattack on the beachhead. That is, in the German landing in Britain, the second batch of newly formed German main armored forces -- this unit was equipped with a large number of Leopard tanks, consisting of two real main tank divisions and an armored grenadier division.

Soon the German Leopard tanks stormed the town, and there was a fierce street battle between the two sides, and an hour later, Borol was sentenced to death, and the German paratroopers were killed by the German armored forces out of the town, and the exercise ended.

On the streets of the town, Borol and Baru are squatting on the shoulder of the road and smoking, while two German Leopard tanks are parked next to them, and the commander of the tank is filling out a report on the cause of his destruction. A couple of grenadiers walked by with guns on their backs, pointing at the soldiers who had already "died".

On the one hand, German paratroopers were practicing how to occupy important areas in the face of fierce counterfire from the other side and cope with the onslaught of British armored forces, and on the other hand, German armored troops were also training hard how to conduct street battles in order to reduce their own losses in future battles on British soil. This kind of confrontation exercise cannot be said to be a winner or a loser, because it was originally carried out on extremely unreasonable preconditions.

Although Borol was defeated this time, his troops held on to the town for nearly two hours, repelled an attack by German armored forces, and finally annihilated, but also achieved the astonishing feat of destroying 13 Leopard tanks. The result was that they had fresh chicken at noon, and the poorly performing armored units had to eat black bread to fill their stomachs.

The hapless crew members of the tank crews who were destroyed by the Borol team also had to fill out a form to record the process of their destruction so that the tacticians could analyze it and determine better tank offensive tactics. These rigorous drills and training processes are being carried out meticulously by everyone, because they all know that this is the way to reduce their deaths, and now with a little more thought, more people can survive on the battlefield.

When the order came to assemble and evacuate, Borol and Baru packed up their belongings and left with a group of men who had been tired from the day, walking on the muddy roadbed along the roads of the French countryside, humming songs belonging to their paratroopers. Then they watched as the tanks and armored vehicles of the armored forces whizzed past them on the road, and the grenadiers above smiled and waved at them.

Suddenly, the sky seemed to darken, and Borreol squinted his eyes and looked up, and saw a group of Luftwaffe bombers flying overhead, hundreds of bombers escorted by fighter jets to Britain across the sea, where they dropped thousands of tons of bombs, blowing up the area where they were going to fight.

"Oh my God. Of course, Baru also saw the overwhelming bomber group, he blocked the sun with his hand, looked at the dense plane group, and sighed: "If you want me to say, are we making a little fuss? How can there be so many British people in the place after these planes have been bombed?"

"Shut up! Don't underestimate those Brits! We are training hard now for only one purpose, and that is to survive the actual battle in the future. Borol kicked Balu and motioned for him to move on: "Only survival is the most important thing." Kill the enemy alive and meet the victory alive. ”

He glanced at the group of bombers that had already flown into the distance, sighed and said, "I have a hunch that when we go to the British side, it will definitely not be easier than the current training. If you don't get it right, it may be even harder. ”

"Isn't it?" said Baloo.

"Bet 5 packs of cigarettes. Borol stretched out a hand and shook it in front of Baru: "I've never lost to you!"