On June 1, four TB3 bombers flew over Novgomel under the rising sun.
After flying over the German defense zone, the crew got a temporary respite. Now they began to lower their altitude and prepare for the plane's emergency landing. All crew members will parachute. They quickly put on their parachute bags and put on their chests.
They wore bright yellow vests. They didn't have any extra baggage. They only had a piece of bread and a pot of water in the small bag at their waist, and they also had a pistol for dealing with bears and wild boars that might appear.
After witnessing the landforms, Ivanov was finally sure that they had arrived in Novgomel and tried to contact the people on the ground.
At the same time, Yang Mingzhi and others stayed in the headquarters. At most, they lay on the desk and took a nap, waiting for good news to come from the communication room. By four o'clock in the morning, no one was sleeping soundly anymore.
After rubbing his blurred eyes and smoking a cigarette, Yang Mingzhi finally regained consciousness.
"It's almost time. If they come to airdrop, it will be at half past four!" He knocked on the table to attract everyone's attention.
"If nothing else, that's it!" Yevlov responded.
"Of course! Next is our task, to send out the people to receive the supplies. Have they already set off?"
"Already taken action!" Supervising the soldiers into the forest, Fuming took over the job. "The soldiers also stayed up all night. They should be walking in the swamp area near the Dnieper River, where they are waiting for the emergency landing of our military aircraft."
Now that the topic has been brought up, Yang Mingzhi had to talk about this extremely strange "air support". He put on a look of helplessness and sighed: "It's all the fault of the Germans for blowing up our airport. If there was an airport,
Our army does not need to provide support in this way."
"This time is no better than before!" Fomin emphasized. "According to the intelligence currently available to our army, this offensive campaign against Kharkov has failed. The German offensive situation is beyond imagination. Our army has lost almost all of its frontline fighters.
, the plane that performed this mission was the only remaining one at the Severodonesk Airport. To be pessimistic, they could only make an emergency landing. Firstly, the city might not be able to hold it, and secondly, these old TB3 bombers
, it’s really time to exit this era!”
The atmosphere in the office was cold. The Southwest Front Army was defeated steadily, and history was repeating itself again! They continued to retreat and lost a large number of aircraft, which meant that future air support for the Guerrilla Republic had become very slim.
.No! Future air support is no more!
Yang Mingzhi knocked on the table to end the embarrassment.
"Now go to the door and take a walk. Soon we will hear the roar in the air."
Four planes were on their way, and before Ivanov tried to contact them, the defenders of the mine had already noticed the abnormality in the sky.
After being bombarded, the mine fell into a state of shutdown. The raw materials needed for the arsenal were all the previous reserves. The mine has not produced a piece of ore in the past few days. There are a lot of defenders and civilians here, and the anti-aircraft firepower is also
It was increased to four eight-unit anti-aircraft machine guns. The arsenal also used a very short period of time to make a pair of huge anti-aircraft listening "ears" using thin iron sheets, and transported them to the mine in sections by horse-drawn carriages.
It was these "ears" that heard the anomalies in the southern sky when the sun first rose.
The telegram suddenly reached the communications room of the headquarters, and communications soldier Sonia hurried to the empty space outside the headquarters.
"Report to Commander, Deputy Commander, plane found in the mine!"
"They're finally here!" Yang Mingzhi was cheered up and hurried back to the office.
At 4:40 in the morning, Ivanov had already established voice communication with the Guerrilla Republic. The noise in the cabin forced him to yell, and the communications soldier on the other side quickly wrote down his words.
At this point, Ivanov reported the rough coordinates of the landing point he had set to the Guerrilla Republic.
"They really chose the muddy ground by the river! This is good! We don't have to worry about a fuel explosion caused by a strong touchdown!" Yevlov was in a good mood. He even threatened that he had heard the roar of the aircraft engine.
All staff members in the command headquarters were mobilized, and they gathered around the map table to determine the location of the emergency landing aircraft based on the latest intelligence at any time.
Yang Mingzhi had doubts about the plane's forced landing. The so-called mud pond could indeed deny the possibility of the plane catching fire, but it would be terrible if the ammunition got wet like water.
He ordered the telegraph operator to issue action orders to the various troops scattered in the forest. Then, he was left to stay in the headquarters and wait for the huge roar of the plane flying over the blacksmith village!
The roar came very quickly, and the four bombers in a diamond formation had already dropped to an altitude of only 800 meters. For bombers, this was already a very low altitude!
The plane carried a huge load, the speed of elevation was very low, and the speed of descent was extremely fast. Seeing that the altitude indicator was getting lower and lower, Ivanov issued an order: "All crew members, let the plane slide, open the doors, and all
Man, skydive!”
The roar woke up tens of thousands of people living in Blacksmith Village. Most of the uninformed civilians recalled the horror of being bombed by the Germans a few days ago. They were horrified when they heard the roar of the plane! There were also some brave people who ran out of their houses to see
Look what these "German planes" are going to do.
Yang Mingzhi and others were also standing outdoors. They could clearly see the phantoms of these bombers with their naked eyes.
Yang Mingzhi squinted his eyes and sighed for these planes that were crossing the line of fire to deliver supplies. He also had questions: "Strange, didn't the superior say there were five planes coming? Why are there only four?"
"Perhaps one of them was shot down by the Germans!" Fomin guessed, "After all, they had to pass through the German blockade."
"Maybe!"
"Look!" Yevlov interrupted the conversation between the two. He raised his right hand and shouted, "Someone is parachuting!"
"I saw it! Yevlov, we have to take action! They are crew members and will land in our blacksmith village. We have to prevent them from being hung on the treetops." Yang Mingzhi paused and added: "
Most villagers don’t know what happened this morning, and the plane’s appearance has frightened many people! Comrade Fuming!”
"exist!"
"You immediately mobilize the military's loudspeaker and broadcast across the board! Order the villagers to get up immediately and help find these pilots who have landed!"
"Okay, I'm also worried about them hanging on the treetops. It's just..."
"Just what?"
"What will happen to them after they are rescued? Where will they be placed?"
"Of course it will be sent to the headquarters. We have to ask these newly arrived brothers. Maybe they can also send us a letter from their superiors and a list of the airdrop supplies. I really hope that the commander of the front army can continue to give me some physical reinforcements.