At midnight on November 9th, fifteen TB3 bombers were ready. ({〔〔〔{?网{ Technicians filled the magazine with cargo, including mainly weapons and ammunition, and some cotton coats. Some fuel was also packed.
On the manifest.
This is Timoshenko's winter gift to the 284th Division. On his gift list are one thousand Mosin-Nagant 189o models, one million 7.62mmx54r bullets, two hundred ppsh41 submachine guns, and one hundred thousand pistol bullets.
In addition to bullets, there are more than two thousand 50mm caliber mortar shells, and the projectile bodies and contact fuzes are transported separately.
The fuel was filled with standard oil drums. After the wooden boards were reinforced, two extra parachute caps were bundled, and the fuel supply was over five tons.
This is in reference to the brilliant achievements of 284 in recent months. For them, overly bulky weapons are completely unnecessary. Relying on two legs to shuttle through the forest, they are mountain light infantry with extremely strong combat capabilities. They have experienced hundreds of battles.
Abundant, light and flexible weapons, such as submachine guns and mortars, are what they urgently need.
These fifteen bombers, led by Ivanov and escorted by thirty fighter jets, will head straight to the west in the middle of the night.
This may be an expedition destined to be tragic. The fighter jets will cover the journey at most and then have to return midway. The bomber group will arrive over the swamps in the early morning and return in the morning sun.
Ivanov remained calm. He had already warned his men: "In this operation, we are going deep into enemy-occupied territory. The night will be our cover. As long as we stay calm, there is nothing to be afraid of. In the morning, we can complete the mission."
Return, I hope you are all safe and sound."
Everyone drank a glass of vodka as a pre-departure practice. Lao Maozi also knew that drinking makes people bold, but Ivanov still believed that this operation could be successful.
Many fighter pilots are new recruits who are eager to fight and don't think much about dying in action.
Taking advantage of the darkness, the engines of all the aircraft were activated, and the bombers took off slowly after a long taxiing. The huge cluster advanced in the dark, and each bomber had electric lights on its wingtips to show its position to its wingmen in the night.
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The bomber slowly climbed to a high altitude, which was the limit of the fighter aircraft.
Maozi's TB3 bomber is too old and is far inferior to the B29 used by the US military at the end of the war. As long as the bomber flies above the ceiling of the enemy aircraft, it is absolutely safe. Only the Americans have such capital.
The fleet headed straight to the west in a large triangular formation. On the outskirts of Chernikov, the fighter jets announced the end of the escort.
"Okay, now it's our turn to act alone. Order all bombers to enter the first level of combat readiness. All turn to the two o'clock direction and head towards the swamp."
In order to facilitate communication in this operation, each bomber was equipped with an airborne radio, and Ivanov's orders were well implemented.
He also immediately sent a signal to the swamp area, which was well received.
Yang Mingzhi and others have returned to Catfish Village. Everyone is waiting at the division headquarters with no intention of resting.
The anxious waiting finally came to an end, and the radio operator shouted loudly: "They are coming! They are expected to arrive over the swamp at 6:30 in the morning!"
Yevlov stood up like a spring, and several people rushed directly into the telegraph room.
"The troops are now ordered to take immediate action and enter the forest. It is best to receive preparations."
With the experience from the last time, the soldiers are still divided into areas of responsibility according to the battalion level. Unlike last time, the tanks are put into action as tractors, and the soldiers prepare a large amount of hemp rope to trap the cargo, so that the tanks will save a lot of manpower.
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The plan was going smoothly. Yang Mingzhi stood outside and listened to the strange noises from the sky.
"There is snow everywhere, it is already dawn, and the light should be enough." He hoped that this transport unit could airdrop accurately. It would not be like last time, when some supplies were thrown into the mud, or simply dropped into the blacksmith village.
In anticipation, the fleet arrived above the swamp with their unique booming sound. Ivanov gave an order and the bomb bay door was opened. The cargo was dropped one by one, and a large number of umbrella covers appeared in the sky. They again
The rising sun renders it golden.
Yang Mingzhi was so excited about this situation that he even ordered a few guards to do so.
"Come with me and see what good things we have!"
The noise outside woke up Star Fruit from her sleep. In addition to people's shouts, there was also the clear sound of trumpets.
"Has the airdrop already started?" The girl quickly got dressed and put on her cotton hat. She stood at the door of her home and looked up, seeing parachutes filling the sky.
For this reason, my husband simply stayed at the division headquarters and waited, and finally the airdrop arrived.
She saw a large umbrella with a sack of heavy objects hanging on it slowly falling, and the landing point seemed to be right in front of her.
The girl watched helplessly as a huge linen bag landed directly in front of her, and then a wide parachute directly covered her.
"Ah ah ah! Someone come and pull me out!" Star Tao was trapped by the big umbrella without paying attention. Several soldiers from the surrounding guard company swarmed up, slashed the umbrella cover with their daggers, and dragged Star Tao out.
"Are you kidding? Bessika! You were like a butterfly in a cocoon just now." A soldier joked.
Yang Tao gasped for breath. Just now, he was trapped by the umbrella cover. The cloth was soft but tough. He tossed and turned for a long time without tearing it. The soldier's sharp blade solved the problem.
"Come, let us see the gifts they gave." The soldier still held a dagger. After struggling to cut the linen cloth, dozens of wooden boxes appeared in front of everyone, trapped by wires.
Each wooden box had clear text. The soldiers worked hard to break the wires, remove the wooden box, and use crowbars to remove the wooden boards.
"Oh my God, these are all rifles!" The soldier was shocked. There were 20 Mosin-Nagant rifles neatly stacked in a wooden box. This large sack was filled with guns, a total of one hundred guns in the five wooden boxes.
Star fruit squatted down and picked up one.
"Bessika, wait a minute, the new gun has a lot of gun oil, you need to wipe it off first."
"It doesn't matter, I already have it in my hand." Carambola didn't care that her hands were sticky, she mainly paid attention to the shooting point of the rifle. The girl loaded the gun neatly and then pulled the trigger.
"Very good, this is a good gun. Even a girl like me can pull the bolt without much effort."
Therefore, the soldiers who were watching immediately understood that the quality of the weapons provided this time was very good, even if they were all newly manufactured. The standardized manufacturing method ensured the consistency of the manufacturing materials, and the difficulty of pulling the bolt of the gun that was criticized by the soldiers did not exist.
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"Okay, you put all the firearms back in the wooden box." A platoon leader ordered, and Yang Tao complied with satisfaction.
When he saw the platoon leader ordering his men, he immediately picked up the box and headed straight to the airport, which would serve as a distribution center for supplies.
Star Tao looked at his hands, which were covered with yellowish-brown gun oil. What were he still doing in a daze? He quickly went to wash his hands. (To be continued.) 8