Borol once again issued an order to check his equipment on the lawn. This was his third nightly boarding and parachuting in the past few days. Unlike the other times, this time he knew he was going to the UK.

The battalion commander had just assigned an attack mission, allowing each soldier to confirm the location where he was going to attack. In the photos brought back by the spy, each building was very detailed, and these iconic buildings, even trees and road signs were marked in detail on their combat map.

Then everyone was asked to drain them quickly, and then they began to check their equipment, weapons, ammunition and supplies that were distributed yesterday. Everyone was very excited, but except for officers above the company commander, they still didn't know which city they were going to be thrown into. After the mission was distributed, everyone was prohibited from leaving the camp, and everyone had to accompany them when they went out. In order to ensure that the operation was kept confidential until the last moment, the German intelligence agencies took great pains.

Behind the small port city of Bacton near the landing ground, there is a town called Bit, which is an important fulcrum for German paratroopers to capture and block the British 4th Army's counterattack to the beach. Nearby, German paratroopers are expected to airdrop three battalions of troops, and Borol's company is exactly one of them.

"Check on the plane!" an officer shouted loudly not far away. With the clamor, all the paratroopers stood up. They carried parachute bags, had spare umbrellas and various supplies on their chests, and had ammunition and tents on their legs. The soldiers carrying heavy weapons could not bring so many heavy objects, so their fragments were distributed to other soldiers for help.

Borol pulled up a tall and inconvenient subordinate from the ground, then walked to Baru's side, signaling everyone to board the plane in a scattered manner. General Student will land in the UK with the paratroopers this time. In order to reach 15,000 people this time, Germany has prepared 750 transport aircraft of various models and 690 gliders of various models. These aircraft will be responsible for sending German paratroopers to specific locations, throwing 40 tons of additional supplies and returning at the same time.

Unlike previous airborne operations, there will be 110 Crusader helicopters participating in this paratrooper airborne and beach landing. These aircraft will be responsible for covering the landing troops and transporting some paratroopers. This risky move is also jointly recommended by several military leaders. The more numerous joint combat is, the more obvious the effect will be when landing.

Borol watched his men walk onto the familiar ju-52 transport plane one after another, until he was the only one left behind. Then he reached out to Baru above and boarded the transport plane with force. The sound of the engine roaring filled the entire airport, and the sound of hundreds of transport planes being launched together can definitely be called magnificent.

After closing the cabin door, the noise in the cabin became much smaller. Baru grinned and silly, waiting for Borol to announce their destination this time. Borol raised the corner of his mouth and deliberately kept his appetite hanging.

"Sir, isn't Norwich?" Baru said with a word and scratched his head and asked the company commander Borol.

"Tell me, how did you know?" Boro asked, neither saying right nor wrong.

"Every time I fly for so long. Calculate the speed of the plane and draw a circle. We can't let us go to Oxford behind London, right? That's all the rest of Norwich." Baru and several veterans around him laughed while talking.

Borol nodded, acknowledging his destination this time: "A town called Bit near Norwich is less than 10 kilometers from the small port of Buckton. We parachute there, then conquer and defend the British counterattack there."

He said as he opened a map from the map bag, spread it out, and then the faint lights in the plane pointed to their war zone: "We arrived at the target area 4 hours ahead of the landing troops. After removing the obstacles, we must also do our best to help the landing troops destroy nearby British artillery positions."

"There are so many tasks." Baru said with a giggle.

"The bomber troops deployed in Dunkirk took off only 25 minutes ahead of us. They will bomb the entire Norwich area and destroy all the British team stationed areas marked on it." Borol pointed to a few points on the map: "Here, here, here, here and here. If you are lucky, we will only encounter a bunch of steaming corpses."

"If you are not lucky, there will be a whole camp of British men waiting for us below, right?" Baru shrugged and teased.

When the regiment commander was assigned a mission, he said that there should be British anti-aircraft gun positions nearby, but it is hard to say how large it is and how much trouble it will cause to the airborne troops. According to their experience in large-scale airborne in the Netherlands, air defense firepower will only be more dense and impossible to be lower.

In other words, when the paratrooper transport aircraft formation enters British airspace for a while, it is estimated that the British anti-aircraft artillery troops will open fire without mercy. How many people can survive can only be left to fate. Borol still feels confident in this regard. The airborne he participated in was still smooth after several times, and he is still intact.

However, compared to the other airborne times, this time it was a very difficult innovative battle. The previous airborne missions were completed during the day, but this time it had to be completed at night. What tests the paratroopers even more is to capture the town and destroy nearby enemy artillery positions. These tasks must be completed before the early morning. It seems that it is quite difficult to think about it.

Things should be considered as good as possible. At least Borol and his paratroopers comfort themselves in this way. After all, there is no need to fight against the British armored forces, so the remaining tasks are relatively easy.

After explaining their respective tasks, they arranged the route of cover and strong attack. Time passed without realizing it, and soon the red alarm lights on the plane lit up. In addition to the roar of the plane's engine, dense explosions began to sound outside the window. It seemed that the British air defense forces had indeed deployed objective defensive forces in the Norwich area.

Not far away, a ju-52 transport plane dragging the glider was hit by a shell. The paratrooper inside was thrown out of the plane's fuselage with flames. The broken rear of the plane dragged the glider head-on to the ground. When the pilot of the glider got rid of the burning tail, it was impossible for them to fly to Norwich at altitude.

The huge flame formed by the explosion of the plane illuminated Borol's face. It was not the first time he saw the explosion of the plane, so he showed more numbness and indifference than the fear and panic of his subordinates. He was used to seeing life and death. From the moment he sent off the bearded man in France, he knew that death was as normal as breathing for a soldier. He just wanted to live silently until the day God asked him to die.

"Finally check your equipment!" Borol retracted his gaze and shouted loudly in the cabin: "Read the weapon and ammunition! As soon as you land, you will know how important this is! The password is 'lightning' - 'thunder'! If you answer that you are not a password, then open the fire immediately! Do you understand?"

"I understand!" As the distance of the plane trembled, everyone in the cabin replied loudly.

"Look at these photos carefully! If there are no such creatures in the place where you land, it means that you have left the original war zone. Then you must form a combat team on your own, and be responsible for the commander with the highest rank, and return to our original war zone as soon as possible... Here you are surrounded by enemies, try to survive!" Borol continued to say loudly to his subordinates.

He paused and continued: "In the early morning we will have the support provided by the second wave of bombers. At that time, we must try to mark our location as much as possible! Open the German flag distributed by everyone, so as to avoid being attacked by friendly targets!"

"As for orders! Sir!" Baru took the lead, and everyone answered Borol again. Outside the plane, more anti-aircraft artillery fire exploded around, and the British's defense system seemed to be stronger than expected.

Everyone stood up and hung the parachute hook on the slide rail, shaking slightly as the plane trembled. No one spoke or sang the songs they were familiar with, because the test they faced this time made everyone extremely nervous. They dared not distract themselves, nor did they dare to relax themselves casually.

Suddenly, the green light inside the transport plane lit up. Borole nodded, and Baru reached out and pushed open the transport plane's hatch. As the wind poured into the cabin, he opened his mouth and shouted in a thick voice: "Airborne! Jump! Jump!"

Paratroopers jumped out of the cabin. They stretched their arms straight in the sky. As the whistling wind sounded, their paratroopers were in front, back and left and right, and they didn't look lonely. The British kept firing at the air machine guns, but these white parachutes were still increasing, like edelixirs blooming in the Alps.

The last one, Borol stood at the door of the cabin, stared at the darkness under his feet, raised his mouth, jumped out of the cabin in the sky, and let his body float down to the ground with the parachute.

UK, London, Prime Minister's Mansion.

An officer ran into Churchill's office and shouted out panting in the prime minister's expectant look: "It's OK! The location of the German landing has been confirmed!"

"Speak quickly! Where is it?" Churchill asked, standing up.
Chapter completed!