My Third Empire

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In the shaking cabin of the aircraft, Borol held the mp-44 assault rifle in his arms and fell asleep with the tremor of the airflow. Beside him, Baru was squinting at the map in his hand. The aircraft roared with the roar of the engines, and the soldiers seemed to be used to this noisy environment.

Suddenly the red light turned on, and Baru elbowed Borol, who was on the side. As a company commander, there was only one squadron under his command. He opened his eyes, looked at the dazzling red light, and then shouted loudly: "Be prepared! Be careful! Check your equipment! I will kick you down in a few minutes! Those who do not want to die are good. Look at your own parachute! "

All the soldiers stood up with a smile, and then checked their equipment and configuration. The equipment of these soldiers can be said to be the most advanced in the whole world. The advanced ones make them unable to believe that they will be so powerful.

Borol watched his soldiers complete the action, nodded and continued: "Our goal is to capture the town below, to prevent any British reinforcements near the beach, we may encounter the other's armored forces, so I want you to do your best to ensure the iron fist rocket shooter around you when you complete the occupation! "

"After reaching the ground, quickly form a cover formation and advance into the town. The machine gun group is covering on the flank, and the shooting should not be interrupted. If there is no accident, our reinforcements will come in an hour ..." This time's operational mission, the detailed tactics are arranged.

The plane began to shake, seemingly avoiding anti-aircraft artillery shells. All paratroopers were shaken upside down. Everyone's face was pale, and it seemed that they were not adapted to such a violent bump. Everyone hangs the hook of the parachute on the top rail of the cabin, which will help them pull apart their parachute when they jump out of the cabin.

The green light suddenly lighted on Borol's head, and Baru reached out without hesitation, and opened the door on the side of the plane. The cold wind quickly poured in, ramming into the cabin, holding Baru in his hand The battle maps blew loudly.

Baru stuffed the map into the map bag on the side of his thigh, buttoned it, and checked it. While he was doing these moves, Borol had commanded aloud: "Start skydiving! Warriors, let's teach the fool!"

Following his order, a leading paratrooper jumped out of the cabin directly, leaving only the parachute hook hanging on the rail and the back strap swaying back and forth. Immediately after the second paratrooper jumped out of the cabin, then the third and fourth, Baru also jumped out in front of the fifth person, and Borol watched the last paratrooper jump and jumped out. The hatch.

The strong wind made his ears whine, and Borol could not hear anything. He knew his parachute had been opened, because the rate of descent was the kind of unpleasantness he was familiar with. His body was hung on the rope of the parachute, and as the wind swayed back and forth violently, it seemed that he would turn out everything in his stomach. He saw the paratrooper who jumped out of the cabin not far away, and the other people who jumped off the ju52 plane next to him.

German paratroopers who jumped out of the plane door one after another blossomed into the white flowers one after another in the sky. There are dozens, then hundreds, followed by tens of thousands.

With heavy impact on his legs, Borol sat on the ground with an unstable center of gravity. He hurriedly drilled out of a parachute like a tent, and then took off the assault rifle fixed on his chest. . He squatted by the grass and made a few gestures to his men not far away.

Baru drove all the way to Borol with the machine gun team. Several new paratroopers were busy setting up the g42 machine gun. A Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle drove from a distance, sitting on it was a captain officer and two non-commissioned officers. One of the non-commissioned officers looked at the record board in his hand and shouted to Borol loudly: "Airborne was shot by British ground artillery and your troops were judged to lose 30%. Please leave the soldiers killed and move on!" "

"Fuck, we are one-third dead." Baru said bitterly, and then pointed: "You! You, you! And you! Stay and play as wounded. The others continue to move forward. "

"We are 900 meters away from the target we want to capture! Is this good news or bad news?" Borol looked at the map and asked Baru on the side: "The other side deployed two anti-aircraft anti-aircraft guns here and here. We are on firepower. At a loss, the roundabout attack is not sure whether it will hit the minefield. "

"Go ahead and attack." Baru said with a sigh. "The intelligence shows that there is only one row of British people in the town. We still have 80 people anyway. It shouldn't be too difficult to fight down."

"Fear of being judged to suffer heavy losses. We will capture the town by then, but then the British will counterattack and we will squeeze out of the town, and we will be sentenced out." Borol smiled bitterly, he Knowing that the stricter the judgment is, the better it is for them, but how can they be judged that they have failed twice? Is it still possible to succeed this time?

Baru did n’t say much. He took the people and attacked head-on. Borol did n’t object. He just changed his tactics and let a few soldiers detour from the side into the other side of the town to see if they could Sneak into a British anti-aircraft position.

Then there was a wait, and finally the magistrate who oversaw the area came and ruled that Borol had occupied the town and lost 17 soldiers. This time Borol really lost almost half of his hands. His company has about 120 soldiers, and now only 63 are left.

After arranging the defensive positions, they ushered in a short 1-hour break, because the acting team decided that the defending party must delay an hour before launching a counterattack as a simulated reaction time.

Soon Boror's good day came to an end. It was the 11th German Armored Corps that was responsible for playing the British armor against the beach. That is, in the German landing operation in the UK, the second batch of newly formed main armored troops in Germany-this unit is equipped with a large number of leopard tanks, consisting of two real main tank divisions and an armor throw The formation of the ammunition division, just because of the latest formation, strengthened the landing training and became the trump card of the landing force.

Soon the German leopard tank rushed into the town. There was a fierce street battle between the two sides. One hour later, Borol was sentenced to death. The German paratroopers were taken out of the town by the German armored forces. It's over.

On the streets of the town, Borol and Baru squatted on the shoulders of the road and smoked. Two German leopard tanks were parked beside them. The captain above was filling in the report of the reason for his destruction. Several grenadiers walked with their guns on their backs, pointing at the soldiers who had been "deceased".

On the one hand, the German paratroopers are practicing how to occupy important areas under the fierce counterattack of the other side, and respond to the impact of the British armored forces; on the one hand, the German armored forces are also working hard to train how to carry out street fighting, in order to reduce the future British homeland combat Small own loss. This kind of confrontation exercise is not a victory or defeat, because it was originally carried out on extremely unreasonable prerequisites.

Although Borol was defeated this time, his troops insisted on guarding the town for nearly 2 hours and repulsed an attack of the German armored forces. Although it was eventually annihilated, it also achieved the destruction of 13 Leopard tanks. Amazing feat. The result was that they had fresh chicken at noon, and the poorly armored troops could only eat black bread.

These unlucky tank members who were destroyed by Borol also had to fill out a form to record the process of their destruction so that they could be analyzed by tactical experts to determine better tank attack tactics. All of these rigorous exercises and training processes are carried out meticulously, because they all know that this is a way to reduce their deaths. Now, with more effort, more people can survive on the battlefield.

The order to evacuate came. Borol and Baru packed up their belongings and took a group of tired hands to leave the team. They walked on the muddy roadside of the French country road and hummed their paratroopers. song. Then watching the tanks and armored vehicles of the armored forces roaring past them, the grenadiers above smiled and waved to them.

Suddenly the sky seemed to be dark. Borol narrowed his eyes and raised his head. He saw the Luftwaffe bombers flying above them. Hundreds of bombers flew to the United Kingdom across the sea under the **** of fighter jets. Thousands of tons of bombs blew up the area they will fight in the future.

"Oh my god." Of course Baru also saw the overwhelming bomber fleet. He blocked the sunlight with his hands and looked at the dense aircraft fleet, and sighed: "If I said, are we overkill? These How could there be so many Britons after the plane bombed? "

"Shut up! Don't underestimate the British guys! We only have one purpose of hard training now, that is to survive in the future when we actually fight." Borol kicked Baru and motioned him to continue to move forward: " Only survival is the most important thing. Killing the enemy alive and welcoming the victory alive. "

He glanced at the bomber groups that had flown far away, and sighed, "I have a hunch that we will definitely not be easier than the training we are going to in the UK. It may be even worse. difficult."

"No?" Baru didn't believe it.

"Bet! Bet on 5 packs of cigarettes." Borol reached out and shook his hand in front of Baru: "I have never lost you!"