On a new day, the soldiers in the swamp continued to train. According to the order of the division headquarters, all soldiers must practice the skills of marching in the forest. Therefore, many soldiers entered the forest to train at the company level, and some used the airport as a playground.
Yang Mingzhi gave the guard company a higher standard of training, focusing on practicing short-range breakthrough operations. For this reason, they must not only have a strong physique, but also have to be superb in combat techniques and tactics.
The task had been handed over, and he appointed a platoon leader named Doronin as the instructor. The soldiers actually knew that this Doronin would definitely be the commander of the guard company in the future.
Yang Mingzhi stood in front of the division and smoked a cigarette. He was in a good mood. After the number of troops on hand increased, his self-confidence became stronger. Ten days ago, the entire army had no more than 2,000 people, and the enemy could still easily control it.
The troops were so suppressed that they could not hold their heads up. With their troop strength doubled, they might be able to achieve greater results.
He blew out smoke rings and looked to the south. In the south of the swamp, the German army was fighting the Soviet army. At this moment, the Pripet Swamp was like an isolated island. What was worse, at this time, there was no contact with the Southwest Front Command.
It has been interrupted, and the rest can only rely on the soldiers themselves.
"Smoking one cigarette will shorten your life by five minutes." Yang Mingzhi blamed himself for throwing away the cigarette butt and stepping on it again.
A soldier came over and saluted: "Comrade Deputy Division Commander, the division commander ordered you to go to the airport."
What else happened to Yevlov? Yang Mingzhi went to the airport by himself. Many soldiers were still training. Could it be a training issue?
As a result, Yevlov directly denied Yang Mingzhi's guess. He took pictures of two small transport planes at the airport. It was all like this.
Yevlov said worriedly: "We don't have much aviation fuel at all now, and we don't have any pilots at all. Since we have lost contact with Kiev, these two planes are of little use."
"So what do you want to do?" Yang Mingzhi asked.
"What else can we do? Of course, dismantle it. We can collect the metal and recycle it, and we can also make some weapons."
"Are you sure you want to do this? These planes can still fly as long as they have fuel."
Yevlov shook his head: "The pilot left the plane here as a backup. There is no one who can fly it now. Besides, you know our situation. We need metal materials to make weapons. It is really useless to keep the plane here."
Yevlov hoped that Yang Mingzhi would immediately agree to dismantle these aircraft into eight pieces. The metal skins could be made into tubes and easily made into hand grenades. After thinking about it, Yang Mingzhi decided to forget it. After all, the aircraft were good.
What if it can be used in the future?
Yevlov shook his head regretfully, "Since you have such an attitude, the plane will be left here temporarily. But due to the shortage of materials, the work of making grenades can only be slowed down."
Yang Mingzhi knew that what the troops currently lack the most is weapons and ammunition. The lack of ammunition will greatly affect the troops' operations, and even some large-scale battles cannot be carried out.
Fortunately, this is not the Eighth Route Army in China. The current situation of the Eighth Route soldiers having six rounds of ammunition per capita is also because Chiang Kai-shek does not provide logistics. No matter what the Soviet army in the Pripyat swamp, ordinary soldiers can still carry a base of sixty rounds.
Neither rifle bullets nor cartridge cases were wasted, and reloaded bullets were also distributed to soldiers.
"It's okay to make fewer grenades, and the remaining materials can be used to smelt more warheads. As long as we ensure there are enough bullets, it's good enough," Yang Mingzhi said.
"Okay, let's go, let's go see the training of the young soldiers. And what you care about most is your wife."
Yang Mingzhi smiled and went to the training ground for young soldiers with Yevlov.
Seeing her husband coming, Star Tao didn't dare to relax. All the little soldiers were training their physical strength, including Star Tao. They held their rifles straight and aimed, and had to hold on for five minutes before resting.
In fact, Yang Mingzhi hopes that the training will be more severe. After all, when he was in the PLA, he was trained by the army holding the 95th style with a kettle filled with sand hanging from the muzzle. Only training that is almost barbaric can train him.
Ordinary citizens are trained to become warriors. Especially combat infantry. Smooth shooting is even related to one's own life. Only strong arm strength can stop the swing of the muzzle.
He is most concerned about the training of his wife and Natasha. There is nothing he can do about the unicorn arms they will be trained in the future. Soldiers must have the consciousness of being soldiers.
At noon, Yang Mingzhi accompanied these children to eat together. The staple food was toasted bread and boiled potatoes. The food was light and simple, and the soldiers and commanders ate together happily.
The training continued in the afternoon, and even the hard-working soldiers didn't say anything. Instead, these boys and girls screamed at the encouragement of the political commissar.
Yang Mingzhi had no more work to do, so he found a grassy spot, lay down comfortably and took a nap, until a strange noise woke him up.
It was a very loud rumbling sound, and there was even a series of clicking noises.
"What's going on? Whose machine gun went off?!" Yang Mingzhi got up suddenly and saw the soldiers looking at the sky. Yang Mingzhi looked up at the blue sky, where there were two planes flying.
He could see the situation at a glance. The air flow during the flight of the aircraft compressed the water vapor in the air, creating a large amount of smoke. This is the so-called smoke, leaving a clear flight trajectory. Looking along the smoke, two people
Two planes are chasing each other. Obviously, the one being chased is a small plane.
That was a Seagull fighter! It had a short, fat body and was very maneuverable when flying, but its speed was relatively slow. It was a Soviet fighter jet. The one chasing him was an enemy plane, a BF109.
The graceful shape of the enemy plane was very prominent, and Yang Mingzhi immediately realized that this was an air combat.
At this time, the German BF109 had not yet undergone large-scale improvements and its flight speed was relatively slow, but the Seagull fighter still suffered from speed.
The Soviet pilots obviously hoped to use maneuverability to get rid of the enemy aircraft, but the German aircraft could always quickly catch up again and fire.
"No, if we don't help, the lives of friendly troops will be in danger." Yang Mingzhi hurriedly put on his hat and ran to the division headquarters. On the way, he met Yevlov who was also in a hurry.
"Yevlov! I'm looking for you! Where are you going?"
"Where to go! I'm going to order the soldiers! That German plane must be shot down."
This is exactly what Yang Mingzhi hoped for. The emergency order was quickly passed on. Machine gunners from two battalions, a total of more than 30 people, were called to the ammunition depot to receive bullets. Many soldiers were already holding rifles and shooting into the sky.
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Some soldiers held the bipods of DP machine guns high, and the shooters aimed at the sky and fired at enemy aircraft.
"Keep a lead and fire in front of the enemy plane so that the bullets can hit the enemy." Yang Mingzhi shouted out the skills of anti-air shooting, but his shout was almost covered by the noise of a large number of machine guns firing.
Obviously, the Soviet pilot discovered something unusual on the ground. Not only did he clearly see that there was a small airport here, but he also clearly sensed that there were friendly forces on the ground supporting him.
As long as the trailing Germans continue to guide the Germans to the airport, even if they don't fire, the enemy will be concentrated by ground fire. In order to allow the friendly forces to shoot better, the brave pilot with high skills suddenly pulled down the nose of the aircraft, and
The trailing German fighter jets also followed suit.
Yang Mingzhi looked up and saw that the friendly army was looking for help.
"Attention everyone, our friend is rushing over and wants to shoot the plane behind him!"
Machine guns and rifles were shooting at the low-flying BF109. Apparently the arrogant German pilot had no intention of losing his prey, so his wing was shot. The wing of the German aircraft was emitting black smoke.
Next is the fuel tank. Apparently the fuel tank is on fire!
Yang Mingzhi did not relax. He ordered the soldiers to continue shooting. The Germans must shoot down the plane or simply blow up the plane!
After this round of shooting, the Soviet pilot discovered a huge opportunity. With his skillful sense of direction, the nose of the aircraft completed a backflip at an exaggerated angle, and his powerful maneuverability was breathtaking. Yang Mingzhi took off his hat and looked at him in amazement.
It showed that the offensive and defensive momentum had changed, and now it was the Soviet pilots' turn to counterattack.
Yang Mingzhi waved his hand and all the machine gunners stopped. "Everyone, please watch carefully. Let's not take away our comrades' military exploits."
The German BF109 that was hit was fleeing, and Yang Mingzhi clearly saw this guy with black smoke rushing towards the airport. Is this guy going to make an emergency landing?
No! Not at all! A terrifying thought echoed in Yang Mingzhi's mind, and he waved his arms in fear. "It's an air strike! Everyone, hurry up and evacuate! It's an air strike!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the German aircraft opened fire, aiming bullets at the crowd. Some of the soldiers who had just fired in the air did not dodge in time, and the bullets exploded in the crowd, kicking up a series of huge clouds of dust.
"Damn it!" Yang Mingzhi threw down his hat. "Soldiers! Stop running! Keep shooting! Beat that bastard down!"
Yang Mingzhi no longer cared about those soldiers who were wailing in pain. Although that guy was shot and smoking, he could still fight.
Although the Soviet fighter jets were chasing, they were unable to shoot down the guy, and they continued to fight in the air. But it was obvious that the German fighter jets had discovered anomalies on the ground, and there were more valuable targets here.
Yang Mingzhi noticed that this guy flew towards the airport again, with a new target. "I won't give you a chance to escape this time! Soldiers, this guy dives again, aim and hit hard!"
Yang Mingzhi also picked up a machine gun. This DP machine gun had 47 rounds of ammunition. When the enemy plane was diving, he, Yang Mingzhi, led his men to fire collectively.
The German fighter jets opened fire on the two transport planes on the ground. After a burst of strafing, the planes had been riddled with thousands of holes. This was the so-called more valuable target. But he was also quickly exposed to the intensive barrage of the Soviet army.
, this guy's luck was gone. Countless bullets hit the plane, including the cab.
"Hurrah!" Yang Mingzhi shouted loudly. The soldiers watched the enemy plane flying low with huge black smoke. Then its wings were broken and huge flames engulfed the plane. The fireball hit the woods.
Yang Mingzhi and the soldiers were stunned. He gently dropped the machine gun, which was still smoking from the muzzle.
"Order everyone in the field hospital to check the wounded, and call the young soldier Bessika over. The rest of the soldiers will check the wear and tear of their firearms and stay on standby. The guard company will follow me to check the crashed enemy plane." Yang Ming decided.
After finishing the order, he led his men and hurriedly ran towards the woods.