Chapter 810: Times are different

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When a paratrooper stepped on the ground with his feet, he started fighting. Sometimes the fighting is even alone, struggling in a lonely environment. Borol used to fight alone in a dark corner. He knew that terrible experience, so when he landed on his feet, he habitually grabbed the gun and lowered his body vigilantly.
When he lifted his head while holding his helmet, he found that some brave recruits were recovering their parachutes, experienced veterans were setting up machine gun positions, and more soldiers were squatting by the bushes, waiting for him give an order.
The Soviets ’counterattacks were frighteningly weak, and there was no decent resistance even in the entire airborne area. Although an antiaircraft machine gun position caused some trouble to the Germans, after being hit by two iron fist rockets, they also stopped very consciously . Many Soviet soldiers have squatted with their hands on their heads, watched by some special soldiers wearing black German uniforms, and watched with horror as the German paratroopers landed.
"Hey! Look at those bullish guys. Each one has a new mp-44 with a folding butt, and even the helmet is an improved m37 with ear protection!" Borol held his uncomfortable hair in his hand. Thur's 98k rifle was behind his back, listening to Donna whispering as he landed on the ground at about the same time.
"The division said that there will be special forces from the friendly forces on the ground. It must be them. The number is small. It seems that the war is very good ... We have not encountered any resistance. It must be their credit." Borol said. , While taking Downer to the back of a small mound that looked like a temporary headquarters.
Two high-power radio stations have been set up there, and the wind-proof tents have been covered with some weeds and snow, which looks very disguised. The front line of the tall radio station was also camouflaged with dead branches. Without careful identification, it is difficult to find the existence of this command post.
Several radios are working, some individual walkie-talkies are placed on the table, connected with a simple human power generator, and appear to be charging. An officer headed by saw Borol who came over, got up and smiled and stretched out his palm: "Welcome to you, gentlemen paratroopers."
Walkie-talkies are new in this era, and the German penetration rate is not very high. Most of the equipment was handed over to the special forces, and a few are being applied in the main group armies, because the cost relationship is still only slow equipment. The somewhat upstart German Army has a long way to go in some details to reach another time and space like the United States in 1944.
"It seems that we are late and you have done everything." Borol reached out with a smile and shook hands with each other: "Is there anything to help? I am the captain's battalion of the 1st Parachute Division Long Borol. "
"Have you hit Dammamhur?" The officer of the German Special Forces had the same beard as General Seeker and smiled like a middle-aged Germanic. He looked at Borol when he questioned, and seemed to be more interested in Dammamhur.
Borol smiled and pointed to Donner with the Damanhur badge behind him and introduced with pride: "If you are talking about where he lost his palm, I think I have been there, but Barton ’s tanks are so bad that only a few tanks can replace one of our paratroopers.

The officer laughed loudly and said solemnly and solemnly: "Long live Akado Rudolf! The head of the 2nd Operation Brigade of the German Special Operations Force, named Otto Skolzne It ’s great to meet you, Commander Boror, I ’m very fascinated by your fight in Dammamhur, I ’m sorry I could n’t fight alongside you at that time.

"Trust me, it's not a good place there." Borol looked at some German paratroopers in the distance, sitting on a Soviet truck with a German flag in front, and drove away, pointing at random His own head said: "We haven't done anything great, we just crouched in the trenches, trying not to let American bullets break our heads."
Scholzner laughed, showing his healthy teeth. Not far behind him, a paratrooper's chariot was tumbling up the hillside. Many German paratroopers carrying various weapons followed the chariot and headed towards their destination.
"How is the situation now? I was ordered to strengthen your position, but to be honest, I don't know much about you, and I don't know what the state is now." Borol walked over to a simple table, Slanted his head to look at the extreme combat map.
The now infamous German special forces commander reached out and pointed at the map to start introducing the current situation: "We controlled 44 anti-aircraft positions last night, and we will control some of the larger The positions were marked. Most of these facilities were destroyed by the air strikes just now. It can be said that there are not many Soviet resistance forces here. "
After he finished speaking, he moved his finger to the east of the map: "Another action group called Viper has already controlled the railway bridge leading to Stalingrad. They are armed there and we need urgent support now. We lack Dealing with heavy weapons equipment, so someone must rush over to help. "
"Now I know why you are so powerful, and you have to leave us behind." Borol spread out his map of the area that was not precise, and compared some important locations and marks with pencils: "We Very good at dealing with tanks with bayonet and saliva. "
He looked at some cramped Scolzner and pointed to several Soviet trucks seized in the distance and said: "Do you mind lending us these things? To be honest we are not good at walking on two legs, Since knowing that we are only 6000 meters away from our destination. "
"When did your paratroopers get so close to the airborne target area?" Asked a special forces radio and electrical operator who was playing with the radio.
"Jump off the plane and start counting!" Downer pointed the finger at the sky with the iron wristband. Borol didn't say much, but nodded his head at Skolz, and took Donner away from the simple headquarters. They approached the car and arranged a combat mission with the company commander who ran over to report.
"How many people were found?" Borol began to confirm the strength of his hands according to the usual practice. If it was night, he could only find up to 200 people in a battalion. As a commander, he must know how many subordinates he has before he can decide the next plan of action.
"This time we have suffered little loss. There are more than 100 people gathered on the 2nd company and 110 on the 3rd company. My army has the largest number of all 130 people. There is only one stupid guy!" 1 The company commander introduced the situation of the troops. The good situation of the whole army made Borol a little unbelievable.
"Throw the iron fist and the heavier equipment on the truck. All the soldiers only carried the weapon lightly forward!" Borol took out the map, compared it with the one in the company of the company commander, and pointed at the railway bridge above. Location, a brief action plan was laid out: "Our task is to prevent the Soviet army from advancing and control the transportation hub. This railway bridge can shorten our defensive front. I think it is best to lay out defense lines here."
"Too much protruding forward, will the Soviets take care of it?" The company commander looked at Borol and asked.
"Afraid? Then I said to the girls in the 2nd Battalion and gave them the bridge." Borol was about to put away the map.
The 1st company company commander quickly waved his hand: "Don't fight from Holland to Manhul. When did we fear the 1st Battalion?" He was a soldier who joined the 1st Battalion in Dammamhur. Having fought the battle of Crete, he has always hung the classic battles of the German paratroopers in his mouth, as if he were a paratrooper veteran like Borol.
"Donner, the car is handed over to you. Go to the regiment and collect as much ammunition as possible. If there is surplus, pull some anti-tank guns and call a paratrooper chariot. I will give you credit!" Borol threw his rucksack into the car, then told Donner, and then pointed him to a road to show him how to catch the big army.
When Donna left, he also brought a platoon of soldiers, accompanied by arms, and came to porters again. After all tasks were assigned, Borol carried the rifle strap in one hand and the pistol holster in his waist with the other, and led his soldiers towards the railway bridge marked on the map, taking his own pace.
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In the Soviet headquarters, Rokosovsky was dispatching troops in a hurry, and he issued a training order by telegram to stop the first-line troops from attacking each other, while he was in control of the two elite armored divisions in his hand. It was sent out, hoping to get through the key transportation hub and withdraw the frontline troops that might have been defeated.
His heart is turning over the river because the Germans are showing him an unprecedented mode of warfare. This mode of warfare is more three-dimensional, and the means are more complicated ... But this seems to come from different eras. effective.
These tactics changed the fixed laws of previous wars and made the enemy invincible. Even he could not guess where this change in Germany came from and what it would eventually evolve into. Standing in front of the map, watching the line of painstaking management collapse instantly, he had to sigh: "The times are really different!"
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