Half an hour ago.

Junker-52 was flying low in the sky with quiet moonlight. As the proud Aunt Junker, this sturdy and solid transport aircraft has always been the favorite of German paratroopers.

Throughout the war, the output of such transport aircraft was also quite huge.

At this time, the three engines of the transport plane made a rumbling sound. In the cabin, a German paratrooper was excited on his face.

In this national war, paratroopers will certainly participate, and they will be deployed further, and they are the first troops to carry out combat operations.

Just the night before yesterday, they all dispatched to destroy the enemy's transportation lines, destroy their telephone lines, control various bridgeheads, and wait for the arrival of their troops, and have a lot of fun.

And tonight, the same is true for their team to control the bridges on the Strey River.

Aunt Juncker made a low whine sound, and after flying across the Strey River, he finally found a suitable open space.

"Please note, prepare for parachute landing, the altitude is 300 meters." The pilot's voice came from the cabin.

Hearing this sound, the corrugated aluminum door of the cabin was opened, and Gad pushed the small bucket of his small motorcycle and walked out of the cabin with big strides.

The Juncker-52 transport aircraft can airdrop 18 paratroopers, but now, in order to transport these small motorcycles, there are only 12 people mixed, each carrying a small motorcycle.

This is a special equipment for paratroopers.

The biggest flaw of paratroopers is that they cannot carry heavy equipment. When they are damaging behind enemy lines, they almost rely on their legs. In this way, the paratroopers' maneuverability will be too poor.

The German army was equipped with a large number of motorcycles, so they had an idea and decided to create a small motorcycle for paratroopers to use.

The whole motorcycle is like a child's toy.

This motorcycle is very small, the entire length is less than half that of an ordinary motorcycle, and the height is also very low. Ordinary people almost curled up their legs when they sit on it. The type of children's bicycle in later generations is the same.

This is of course for the convenience of airdrops. After all, the space on the transport plane is precious. This kind of motorcycle can be installed in a small bucket for parachutes. After it goes down, it can be unfolded in eleven seconds.

In order to reduce the distance of the parachute, Aunt Juncker flew very slowly at this time. He circled around the flat ground. Gad pushed his motorcycle out of the cabin, and then jumped out.

Behind him, a paratrooper jumped down likewise.

The height is very low, and their parachute is a cable hanging on the cabin. As long as they jump out, the parachute will automatically open.

In the moonlight, Gad could see his colorful parachute motorcycle. He kept adjusting his parachute rope and chasing his motorcycle.

The earth was getting closer and closer, Gad shook his legs, and the paratrooper boots quickly stepped onto the solid ground. He bent his legs and cushioned for a while, and then untied the parachute.

During normal training, precious parachutes must be protected and waiting for recycling and use again. However, on the battlefield, parachutes become disposable items, and their mission is to fight!

He quickly ran to the cylinder of his motorcycle. When he opened the lid, the cylinder turned into two halves. He pulled the motorcycle out of it. The whole body of the motorcycle was made of steel skeleton, hard, without any shock absorption, and the two thick tires were also very small.

He quickly assembled the handlebars, seats, throttle and brake lines, and then, quickly pushed forward.

The wheels started to rotate with the engine. This was the most primitive way to start a motorcycle. Black smoke came out of the lower part of the engine, and then a loud sound came.

The motorcycle is on!

The 3-horsepower engine is definitely considered a pediatrician compared to the army motorcycle. Therefore, the way the airborne soldiers drive this kind of motorcycle is of course the accelerator and the horsepower is fully powered.

After walking around the parachute site for a half-way circle, Gad finally found the last small car that he threw down. He hung the car behind his motorcycle, which looked even more inconsistent.

The others also assembled their motorcycles one after another, and the 12-person team quickly headed towards the direction of the bridge.

Although they curled up their legs and looked funny, they were definitely much faster. This kind of motorcycle could run more than 100 kilometers when filled with oil, which was enough for paratroopers.

The sound of motorcycles echoed in the night sky. At this time, they didn't know that there were already Soviet soldiers holding hands on the bridge.

Paratroopers are not slow to move. Generally speaking, they will not enter the battlefield too early and drop the paratroopers one day in advance. That is simply to let the paratroopers die. Paratroopers almost all arrive at the battlefield two or three hours in advance to control the main traffic routes. If they persist for one or two hours, they will just wait until the vanguard of their own troops arrives.

Their calculations were very meticulous, but unfortunately the Soviets acted more quickly this time.

The motorcycles were jogging on the ground, and the bridge was already facing each other from afar.

"Hurry, go and load explosives, I'll stop them!" Korolev shouted loudly. He put his machine gun on a dirt slope. His eyes were sharp. Under the quiet moonlight, he had seen the motorcycle convoy coming over there.

Is it your own person?

It's obviously not like it.

Their motorized infantry divisions do not have a few cars, let alone motorcycles. It would be nice to have bicycles like them. Now, these motorcycles that are coming quickly cannot belong to their own troops.

Although their direction is wrong, they should have come from the west, and suddenly appearing from the east made us feel surprised, at this time, we must not underestimate the enemy.

Korolev pulled the bolt and put the butt on his shoulder. The other party was becoming clearer and clearer. He could clearly see the proud paratrooper uniform and the round paratrooper hat on his head. Even if he couldn't see the other party's badge, he could confirm it.

Can't wait any longer, fire!

Korolev pulled the trigger, and the crisp sound of the machine gun sounded. The turntable at the top of the machine gun turned, and amid the blue smoke, 7.62mm bullets flew over.

The soldier riding a motorcycle in front of the bullet fell, and his body fell backwards. The small motorcycle was still moving forward, as if he was still inheriting the soul of the deceased, rushing towards this side.

"Boom!" The motorcycle's fuel tank was in front, and was exploded by Korolev's machine gun, igniting a fire in the sky. This sudden encounter started.
Chapter completed!