Chapter 241: Landing

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The green light suddenly turned on, and there were constant explosions of anti-aircraft artillery around. However, the number of transport aircraft has been reduced a lot, apparently because of scattered flights to their respective short positions.
Borol pulled the plane's hatch open, and a cold wind blew on his face. Outside the door, a row of tracer flare had just wiped a ju-52 and flew higher. He turned his face and looked at his men with the face that had been trembling by the wind: "Start skydiving!"
Everyone hangs the hook of the parachute on the suspension rod of the aircraft, so as to ensure that when they jump out of the cabin, their parachute can be pulled away smoothly, and the cold wind blows into the cabin, even if wearing a short section. The field trench coat still makes people feel the bitter cold.
Soon the first paratrooper jumped out of the cabin and stretched his body as far as possible. His hands extended forward against his ears and his feet stayed together without bending. They jumped 450 feet from the ground when they jumped out of the cabin, which is the minimum distance to ensure they can land safely. Even so, paratroopers have to bear the danger of floating in the air and exposed to the enemy's muzzle. The twenty-second seconds seem to be endless.
At a Dutch machine gun position on the ground, a young officer looked up at the sky. He saw the ju-52 transport aircraft seem to be magic, dropping one or two until more white dots, first 20, then later 50, followed by hundreds. The German soldier jumped off the plane and arrived quietly. He yelled to remind his men to fire back, and the machine gun beside him began to shoot fiercely into the sky. But there were so many goals, he didn't know where to go.
Borol escaped again. He saw with his own eyes that a parachute rope was broken by a bullet, but he landed safely. The moment he landed on his feet, he had an inexplicable safety. sense.
Drilled out of the parachute, then took off the parachute bag on his back and dropped it on the ground. He hurriedly removed the fixed g43 rifle from his chest and pulled the bolt to load the bullet. He bowed his waist close to a small bush, where he found a place to cover himself, and then began to observe the surroundings carefully.
He saw a German soldier bending over and running towards him, adjusting his direction back and forth. At first glance, he was a veteran. The German soldier ran to the grass and saw Borol before holding a helmet and a flying shovel on his back He fell beside Borol.
"Password!" Although the soldier was a veteran in the paratrooper class commanded by Borol, Borol asked frowning according to discipline.
The German soldier glanced at his sergeant while holding the helmet, and smiled and replied: "Here! Sir!"
"Idiot! The next time you answer this, I will break your head." Borol pulled out the map and began to find directions: "The next time I say the password, you will answer the can."
The veteran took off his mp-44 assault rifle and warned Borol around. Borol briefly measured on the map and picked up a picture sandwiched in the map against the distance. The buildings are compared, there is a towering church in the photo, and there is a white cross on the roof-there is a church not far away, which looks exactly the same.
"The good news is that this time the plane didn't throw us too far." Borol pointed to the church over there: "Our goal is there."
He packed up the map and put it back in his bag, and said to his men: "But there is also a lot of bad news, for example, I am the only one you have now."
"Squad leader! I can't see you! But I know you are nearby!" Suddenly, a loud cry rang out. Not far away, Borol heard a familiar voice shouting in German. Apparently, some of his men landed nearby, but because they were hidden from each other, they could not see each other.
"Baru! Shut up!" Borol replied loudly.
Sure enough, he hadn't waited for him to figure out what to do next. The Dutch machine gun position that stopped shooting again roared again, and bullets hit the grass, making a puffy noise. Borol felt that there was dust around him, and he curled up his body hard, hoping that the low raised mound would cover him.
"Damn it! I knew ..." He whispered while holding the helmet, and beside him, the German soldier also lay on the ground, avoiding the bullets from the Dutch defender's machine gun position as much as possible.
Not far away, a unique sound of mg42 shredded linen sounded, and it appeared that the German machine gun began to fight back. Soon the Dutch machine gun position was suppressed. Borol turned to look at the German machine gun position not far away. Near a small tree, about four or five German soldiers were violently firing there.
"Don't lean back and advance towards that machine gun position! Get ready for the grenades." Borol picked up the rifle, propped himself up and jumped forward quickly, and ran for about ten steps in a single breath before getting down again. During this time, he saw the Dutch machine gun position, which was only a few tens of meters away from him. Several Dutch machine gunners were avoiding German machine gun bullets.
He jumped abruptly and rushed forward a dozen steps, and then took out a grenade, pulled the tab with his mouth, and threw it into the trench of the Dutch machine gun position. He fell down with the momentum of running forward, and then an explosion came, followed by the rustling of some sand falling on the helmet.
Borol knew that his grenades were working, and once again climbed up from the cold and dewy dirt, carrying his rifle to the smoky machine gun position and jumping into the trenches.
A young Dutch officer fell to the ground on his back, his hands were shaking with his pistols touching his waist, the other Dutch soldiers fell across the ground, and only one Dutch soldier in charge was standing there stupidly. In addition, he also holds the chain used for the machine gun.
"Boo!" Borol pulled the trigger and shot through the chest of the drowsy Dutch soldier. Then he turned around and found that the young Dutch officer who had fallen to the ground had pulled out his pistol. He fired again, breaking the young officer ’s head with a shot.
At this time, the unique sound of the German machine gun roared again, and the bullet hit the side of Borol, hitting the sandbag and splashing a black mud. Borol hurriedly bent down and drew into the trench, and a bullet hit the gun of the Macqin heavy machine gun above him, splashing a spark.
"Asshole! Ceasefire! Shit! I'm Borol! Ceasefire! I've occupied this trench! Damn! Ceasefire!" Borol shouted quickly, if another grenade flew in later, then he But even one of the most unfortunate German paratroopers.
It took about a few seconds for the German machine gun to stop roaring, and the veteran behind Borol also jumped into the trench, adding two more shots to the head of the Dutch loader who was still twitching. The two of them leaned against the trenches until five or six German soldiers came here carrying a mg42, which was a relief.
"Which just shouted so loudly?" Borol gritted his teeth, if it wasn't for the machine gun to fire and cover him to complete an adventurous attack, at this time he should still scold his mother from the grass.
"He saw your parachute on the ground, but he couldn't see you, so he had to take the risk and shouted twice." The veteran carrying the machine gun smiled and put the machine gun in the direction of the church while explaining: "Behind There are also two brothers, one of which has a dislocated arm and the other has been scratched by a tree branch. The medical staff in the platoon is treating them both, so they did not come together. "
"How many Dutch defenders are there in the direction of the church?" Borol took out a telescope from his rucksack, slightly exposed his head and looked at the distant church for two times. Then he returned to the trench and looked at it. Asked by your men.
The deputy squad leader shook his head: "We don't know, everyone just got together, and haven't figured out how to deal with that machine gun position. If it's not you, we will be suppressed for a while."
"Baru! You took him along the gutters on both sides of the road near the church fence." Borol pointed to the road in the distance and said: "You still have you, you two ... forget it, you are one People came with me. The soldiers who pretended to deceive the other side opened fire. "
He pointed to the machine gun: "The remaining three people have also brought that Qinqin, operated two machine guns, do not skimp on ammunition, aiming at the church window to fight hard."
After allocating the tasks, everyone started to move. The Makqin machine gun on the position was the first to fire because the ammunition was sufficient. The bullets shattered the glass of the church with the sudden "burst, burst." On the front, Borol and a soldier alternately covered and bent towards the church.
"Boo!" Inside the church, a Dutch defender opened fire, but apparently he used a rifle instead of a machine gun that the German paratroopers feared. The window that opened the fire soon was screened by the Maxim's machine gun snatched by the German paratroopers, the glass was all shattered, and the surrounding walls were all bullet marks.
The German paratroopers who attacked from the other direction quickly occupied the fence wall outside the church. The two of them quietly crossed the low fence until the body leaned against the outer wall of the church. In one breath.
"Boom!" A loud noise came. Borol, who had already groped the front entrance of the church, discovered that a Dutch antiaircraft gun was firing at the sky in a small square in a village not far from the church. At least a dozen Dutch soldiers were busy around the antiaircraft gun. With ...