The plane's engine roared in the air, and Borol looked at Donner, who was sitting next to him and without saying a word, who had no palms left arm. In the cockpit that was trembling slightly because of the airflow and the engine, the lights of preparing to jump were flashing.

Paratroopers are always thrown into the most dangerous environment, always perform combat missions without support alone, and always face the most powerful enemies under the most difficult conditions. However, they are the blooming turf grass in the Alps, the white little flowers that like to bloom in the cold wind.

"Gentlemen! This is the first time we have carried out an airborne without anti-aircraft gun attacks! It can be said that everything is no different from training! The real test is how to build a solid line of defense in a short time after landing and hold the position to the death!" Boro slowly stood up, grabbed the handle of the shaking plane, and shouted to his subordinates: "If you are afraid of death, you don't have to jump down! Now! Check your equipment and prepare to jump."

With his orders, everyone stood up. They remained silent and began to help their comrades around them check the parachute and fixed ropes for supplies. Except for the roar of the plane's engine, the entire cabin was extremely quiet. Everyone didn't speak, but just started the movements in their hands without stopping.

"The inspection is completed! The inspection is completed!" With one answer after another, all the soldiers in the cabin slapped the shoulders of the front row soldiers. Everyone hung the rope hooks used for parachuting on the fixed long handle of the plane, and then waited for the moment when Borol pushed open the cabin door.

When the green light came on, Borol opened the cabin door beside him, and the cold wind immediately poured into the inside of the plane, making everyone shake it. Everyone squinted their eyes. After all, the wind at the high altitude was extremely fierce, which made people frown involuntarily.

Borol looked at his soldiers and shouted what he wanted to say in his greatest voice. In the whistling wind, this full-strength shout did not seem harsh. On the contrary, he had to listen with all his might to hear clearly: "Gentlemen, I was always the last jump before to make sure every paratrooper jumped out of the plane... Today, I was the first to jump down! Warriors and I killed the enemy with me, and the cowards can go back safely!"

After saying that, he boarded his legs and jumped out of the plane. As soon as he jumped, he shouted a slogan. This slogan was not very loud in the noisy wind, but echoed in the hearts of every veteran: "Damanhul!"

"I have to follow him and take care of our sloppy battalion commander! Otherwise he wouldn't have written a summary report." Donner smiled, then jumped out of the plane. The moment he jumped out of the cabin door, he also shouted the slogan that all the soldiers who had experienced that battle had agreed to shout: "Damanhul!"

"Damanhul!" The third soldier didn't say much, dragged a bunch of supplies and jumped out of the aircraft's cabin. In the years of becoming a paratrooper, his specialty was to kill people, to keep firing and killing the enemy on the opposite side, not to speak. So he jumped out of the aircraft's cabin so quietly, but even though he was silent, he shouted: "Damanhul!"

As one German paratrooper jumped out of the plane, Damanhul's shouts echoing in the sky became louder and more neat. These shouts made the roar of the monotonous engine roar, and all soldiers swaying in the sky felt the spirit of moving forward.

Yes, they are German paratroopers, the German paratroopers who will never retreat no matter how hard the conditions are, how bloody and cruel the battle is. This is the pride of turquoise, the pride and honor of the German nation. They are the most tenacious warriors, the most powerful and terrifying warriors!

At the tail of the plane, white parachute flowers bloomed one after another. These parachutes looked extremely small in the sky, but more and more. At the beginning, there were ten hundred, but in the end they turned into thousands. No coward stayed in his plane, and everyone jumped out of the plane and slowly fell down in the sky with the cold wind.

Paratroopers airborne in Marin used parachutes because there was not much military airport near Marin. At the same time, a large number of transport planes arrived in Ivankov, unloading thousands of German parachutes from the field airport there. The scale of the airborne operation was unprecedented. Because it was not deep behind enemy lines, the German army dispatched a large number of aircraft and dropped more soldiers than normal airdrops regardless of the losses.

In fact, there was no loss. As the airflow continued to decline, the paratroopers finally landed safely in the suburbs near Marin. They wanted to gather nearby and obtain supplies that had long been hidden nearby, and build a solid line of defense in Marin to resist the possible death-torn attacks of the Soviet Red Army.

As paratroopers landed on the ground one after another, Borol was even a little uncomfortable with the environment without gunfire from the other party. He put away his parachute and ordered the soldiers around him to start collecting these supplies. After all, some things can be recycled. Germany's strategic reserves are not abundant, so it is as much as it can be saved.

Some soldiers began to collect parachutes from nearby soldiers, while the remaining soldiers began to gather and divide their own organization. Some paratroopers who could not find the troops were waiting for their direct troops, while most soldiers who found their troops began to sort out ammunition and food and other important things.

Not far away, a train slowly drove out of the woods. More than a dozen tramways were filled with ammunition and tents and other military supplies. The German soldiers on the train were carrying guns until the train stopped in the center of the paratrooper assembly point, and the seal on the tramway was pulled open. The iron door was pulled open, and tons of supplies were unloaded to replenish the airdrop paratroopers.

"There are 3,000 anti-tank rocket launchers here as a supplement to your weapons and equipment! Marin is the last line of defense in northern Kiev! I'll leave it to you!" A German official in charge of escorting the train stood at the sight and saluted the paratroopers and other officers, and then left a copy of the collection record and pointed to the soldiers on the train: "They have also added you and assigned them to your command!"

Further apart, an independent heavy tank destroyer battalion, with more than 40 Tiger tanks lined up. The battalion commander was reporting to General Student, who had arrived here earlier: "This heavy tank destroyer battalion is ordered to reinforce here, General! Now I will give you the command! The entire battalion is not fully equipped, and there are 41 Tiger tanks, all of which are lined up here. Please drive your command!"

"Stay outside my command center and stand by! We also need to build Marin's fortifications, and you happen to participate. I am not a professional armored commander. You need to judge whether it is better to use tanks in the wild suburbs, or to invest in your battalion in the city to achieve greater results." Student said to the battalion commander while walking towards his temporary command center.

"It depends on whether you consider the counterattack later. If..." the battalion commander followed Student's pace and walked forward, he spoke.

"Major, we don't need to fight back." Student interrupted him and stopped to look at the major battalion commander: "Be prepared to shed the last drop of blood in Marin! This is a grave, burying the enemy and our own grave!"

"Try to do everything possible to annihilate as many enemies as possible here, and still hold your own defensive positions after the prescribed time or beyond the prescribed time. This is the combat style of our paratroopers. We do not attack because we have completed the offensive task in heaven; we only defend, because under our feet is already the territory of the empire!" After he said this, he continued to step forward with his assistant, and the battalion commander of the SS Independent Tank Destroyer Battalion stood there, looking at the tall back that had already walked a long way.

"Buried all the mines in the front of the defensive positions! We arranged crossfire in the fields on both sides of the road! Arrange fence pits, make good use of those farmhouses and nearby highlands! Set up observation posts and sniper positions!" Boro pointed to the surrounding terrain and assigned tasks to his soldiers.

Several paratroopers ran to the sides with the bipod mg42 machine gun, setting up crossed fire points. With the mines and obstacles, they could pour out 1,000 rounds of bullets on a single chain in the shortest time, and then retreat with their guns and leave the convex defensive position.

Every paratrooper is an expert and the most superb defense master. What they are best at is to use the simplest arrangements possible to complete the toughest defense. Because most of the time, they do not have time to build precise fortifications, and what they can rely on is rough terrain, the weapons in their hands and the tenacity in their hearts.

So the paratroopers began to arrange simple defensive positions that were as protruding as tentacles on several must-pass places to Marin. They arranged a small number of soldiers to defend these positions. After waiting for the enemy to arrive, they immediately retreated after attacking once to delay the opponent's attack speed and gain more defense time.

For paratroopers, no fortifications will never be broken. What they insist on is a time, before this time, they will do everything possible to stop the opponent's attack. This is what they are best at, gradually blocking the enemy and blocking them until they die.
Chapter completed!