As the cabin door opened, strong wind rushed into the cab. Looking at the forest below, Ivanov couldn't help but feel a little worried.
The order had been given by him personally, and now he had no choice but to take the risk and jump with his parachute bag on his back.
"Brothers, wish us good luck!" Saying goodbye to his comrades, he patted the box hanging on his chest, gritted his teeth and jumped up.
The engines of the plane were all shut down, and they whizzed past the northeast of the Blacksmith Village in a gliding manner, heading straight for the mud ponds in that area. Dandelions bloomed in the sky, and the thirty crew members began to parachute. They
Most people in China are worried about their future. These towering red pines are like spears standing on the ground. It is inevitable to poke the parachute cover.
What should I do if I am hung on a treetop? Should I just cut the rope with a dagger and fall straight down?
As they landed, the scene in front of them gradually changed. Because they saw wooden houses covered by pine trees - this was the residential area of Blacksmith Village.
At the same time, a strange broadcast came from around them: "Attention all citizens, search for our pilots and help them get out of danger..."
Hearing this, Ivanov let out a sigh of relief, especially after seeing the crowd on the ground, he became even more excited.
As he expected, parachutes hung on the branches one after another, and he, too, became "a pine cone."
The place where they landed was so great that the villagers of the Blacksmith Village, who had already been prepared, had already carried a large number of tools, especially hemp ropes and wooden ladders, and started the rescue operation.
Like his comrades, Ivanov only hung on for more than ten minutes before he was removed.
Compared to the excited Ivanov, the villagers seemed happier. An old man with a beard and wearing overalls held his hand tightly.
"It's great that you can support us! We almost thought you were Germans! You must have sent a lot of clothes this time."
Ivanov was a little confused. He quickly asked the crowd gathered around him: "Tell me first, where is this place? Is it Novgomel?"
"This is Novgomel!" A young man wearing a blue hat and uniform came through the crowd.
The two ignored each other and determined their respective positions and military ranks through their respective collar insignias and epaulettes.
The young man immediately stood up: "Reporting to Comrade Major, you have successfully arrived in Novgomel, the Partisan Republic. We have received an order from the 63rd Army Headquarters and are ordered to accept you again! According to the order, I will escort you and your comrades.
, report directly to the headquarters!”
Ivanov was still a little confused. He returned the greeting and asked: "Are you going to see your commander, Comrade Berekov?"
"right!"
"Hehe! That's great." Ivanov lowered his head and patted the wooden box on his chest, "Take me quickly. Compared with the ammunition and materials transported, this box is the most valuable! This is your commander,
Name those who are in urgent need!”
"That's right! Then come with me quickly!"
On the other hand, the four unmanned TB3 bombers were like four huge model aircraft, gliding towards the muddy pond by the river.
The entire paratrooper brigade was divided into platoons and dispersed to the approximate landing area of the plane. Tepunov set up the brigade headquarters in a forest and used radio remote control to command each company. As the roar got closer and closer, search and rescue operations began.
The order was officially issued.
But what happened next was beyond his imagination. The strong winds whipped up by the four planes blew away a large number of branches, whizzing past in front of him and his soldiers.
These behemoths gradually approached the mud ponds and reeds in full view of the soldiers, and then touched the ground fiercely.
A large amount of mud and reeds were pushed into the air. With such an impact, the wide wings of the aircraft were cut off one after another, leaving only a long and narrow body, like a shuttle, shuttled through the wetland, leaving huge traces, like tearing apart.
A gaping hole in the earth.
Tepunov could not sit still, and he gave an excited order: "The communications troops notified all battalions to immediately go to the place where the plane crashed, open the cabin, and rescue supplies!"
These aircraft still have a lot of fuel reserves! The engines were also very hot, and some of the fuel tanks were indeed broken by the impact. Fortunately, due to the large amount of mud, the deflagration accident did not occur. The engine, accompanied by the wings wrapped in aluminum plates, hit the ground.
In an instant, they struggled with the fuselage, and these broken wings were scattered in the mud pond in fragments.
Enduring the obstruction of the mud, more than 2,000 soldiers rushed towards the four targets along the river.
The current section of the Dnieper River was densely covered with waterways, many mud ponds, and very few trees, so it was easy for the soldiers to find the wreckage of the four planes. When they arrived at the target, they opened the aircraft cabin with prepared crowbars.
Door.
They have received news that almost all of the materials transported this time are ammunition.
After the brave soldier got into the cabin, he cut open the sack with a dagger. What appeared in front of him was indeed a pile of standard ammunition boxes. The soldiers immediately lined up and carried the boxes one by one in an assembly line manner.
These are standard ammunition boxes of 25 kilograms.
This scene, if viewed from a high altitude, looks like a swarm of ants decomposing a dead dragonfly.
Tepunov, who was watching all this with a telescope in the distance, was a little worried about the soldiers standing in the mud. What he was most worried about was whether the ammunition could be moved back safely.
A battalion of soldiers specialized in transportation. They didn't care about the mud on their boots. They happily carried the ammunition boxes and ran to the designated distribution center for supplies. They unloaded the boxes and continued to carry them.
Tepunov, Zalasky and others witnessed these ammunition up close with great interest, and their hearts were filled with joy.
Political Commissar Zalasky sighed: "It's great! Our brigade consumed a lot of bullets in the previous battles. These conventional rifle bullets can just make up for some of our army's consumption!"
"Yes! It would be great if the superiors continued to transport them like this! Our semi-automatic rifles are too precise. Not only does the accuracy decrease with reloading ammunition, it is also easier to damage the parts. These precious original ammunition are the most suitable for us!"
Zalasky said: "In this case, we should ask the commander for instructions."
"Asking for instructions? What are you asking for?"
"Of course I'm asking the commander to give us these ammunition."
Tepunov nodded with a smile, and sighed with an understanding attitude: "It's a pity that the assistance given to us by our superiors is still too little. There is not much ammunition. If we take it all, other troops will be dissatisfied.
In fact, it’s that unit! I think the commander will give priority to the direct unit under his command, the Second Regiment of the 284th Guards Division.”
"So, we just eat leftovers?"
"That's not true. We will still be given a lot of ammunition!" Tepunov looked at his comrades, "After all, we are an elite force!"