Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

Above the Sijin compound, the pilots of the helicopter reconnaissance company were concentrating on adjusting the hovering altitude of the Z-1.

Their hands tightly grasped the joysticks, their knuckles turning white from exerting too much force, and the sweat dripping from their foreheads soaked the leather chin straps of their helmets.

"Lower, lower!"

"Our current hovering position is still far from reaching the limit we recorded during training. We need to descend at least three meters. The lower the altitude, the safer our comrades will be!"

"006, your nose angle is abnormal, control the balance of the fuselage!"

From the middle of World War II to the early Cold War, military helicopters were still in the development and exploration stage on the technical level.

The hovering capabilities of these new equipment are relatively limited, especially in ultra-low-altitude environments, comrades often need extremely superb driving skills to maintain stable hovering.

However, the control defects of the Z-1 are not a problem that cannot be overcome by human power. The Weapon Experimental Research Bureau where Huang He works is also persevering in optimizing it.

Besides, it's just a little more difficult to drive now, which is better than the trembling and wobble of the black shadow when it is hovering.

After a few minutes of fine-tuning, the helicopter reconnaissance company finally replicated its best training results.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the captain of the pilot plane No. 001 shouted loudly in the communication channel:
"Hold on! All crews must hold on!"

"Duan Peng, it's now! Paratroopers prepare to rappel!"

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time immediately stood up. The roar of the helicopter's rotors seemed to have no negative impact on everyone.

In just a blink of an eye, Duan Peng led the team to the cabin door.

He held the rappelling rope tightly with both hands. Even though the lower end of the rope swayed wildly in the strong wind, it did not shake the soldiers' determination and will at all.

"Down!"

With a roar that could penetrate the roar of the engine, Duan Peng leaned back and kicked the edge of the cabin door with his feet, successfully achieving the achievement of being the first person in the Eighth Route Army to rappel in actual combat.

The cold wind blew in my face, making me squint my eyes involuntarily.

The rope slid quickly through the tactical gloves, and he could even clearly feel the burning heat coming from his palms.

When he was five meters above the ground, Duan Peng heard the sound of a slide rail above his head.

Looking up, I saw the weapons box painted black, slowly descending along the rappelling track.

As soon as he landed, he bent his knees to cushion the impact and rolled to the center of the open space. Soon, the wooden black box also fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Duan Peng, you are such a powerful guy!"

"Come here quickly. The space in our yard is limited. Don't hinder the comrades behind us from descending."

"it is good."

Facts have proved that sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in war is truly the truth in the military.

With a huge amount of training as a foundation, none of the commando members who rappelled were injured, and all thirty members landed safely.

After successfully completing the airdrop mission, the pilots of the helicopter reconnaissance company simultaneously pulled up the collective pitch lever and began to climb, and evacuated in an orderly manner according to the route arranged before the operation.

"Attention, all aircraft, we are about to evacuate."

"Everyone, go around the south of the city and avoid the battle zone between the main force of the brigade and the Japanese. Don't forget what Director Huang said about Black Hawk Down. I don't want to be blocked by the Japanese in the city."

When the altimeter needle passed 200 meters, the pilot finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, his uniform was already soaked with sweat, and he looked like he had just been pulled out of the water.

There is no way. Every change in weight will affect the balance of the fuselage.

In order to maintain the stability of the hovering state and to avoid accidents similar to what happened to Ah San, the comrades were like walking on a tightrope throughout the whole process.

This state of high concentration and energy is indeed somewhat tiring.

After quickly adjusting his status, the pilot took up the communicator and reminded again with a serious and responsible attitude:

"Commando, please be careful and cautious in your next move. You are alone for now, so don't act rashly."

"If everything goes well, the helicopter reconnaissance company will return to Weixian airspace in twenty minutes. By then, we can provide limited fire support to the ground."

"By the way, if there are seriously injured Allied expatriates in the concentration camp, our company can send the wounded out of the city in advance. In short, keep the communication open, and I wish you good luck!"

"Got it, see you later!"

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After watching the helicopter reconnaissance company leave the southern suburbs of Weixian, the commandos led by Heshang, Duan Peng and Huzi immediately surrounded the weapons supply box.

Considering the urgency of time, Wei Dayong did not say any inspiring words, but directly picked up the crowbar and prepared to check the weapons.

"Unboxing!"

As soon as the crowbar was inserted into the gap of the supply box, the soldiers were greeted by the reassuring smell of gun oil.

The moment the lid of the box was knocked open, neatly stacked semi-automatic rifles and spare magazines came into view.

Next to its own standard weapons, there are also a small number of Type 38 rifles and Type 99 light machine guns.

Looking at the familiar weapon, Wei Dayong's mouth curled up slightly. He picked up a Mas-40 and quickly checked the spring at the bottom of the magazine and the accessories of the gun to confirm that there was no damage.

"Everyone, check carefully."

"Even if I have to carry the devil's junk into the battlefield, I can't carry a gun with hidden dangers."

After giving a few instructions as usual, the monk inserted several magazines into his personal carrying equipment.

When his eyes swept over the engineering squad, the soldiers had already taken out engineering shovels and obstacle-breaking tools from the supply boxes.

The sharp shovel blade shone coldly in the moonlight. They first skillfully checked the screws at the joints, and then tried the anti-slip patterns of various tools.

"Captain, all tools are in good working order, and the engineering squad is ready for battle."

"Okay, go talk to your local comrades and confirm the distribution of the concentration camp's fortifications one last time."

Just when the 1st Marine Brigade Commando was busy inspecting its equipment, Stationmaster Lu, whose worldview had been severely shaken, finally recovered.

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that there really was an aircraft in the world that could leisurely carry out transport missions behind enemy lines.

The big dragonfly can transport soldiers, deliver supplies, and even provide fire support. It is simply a revolutionary weapon.

"What on earth is this? Why have I never heard of it before?"

"If this equipment can be mass-produced, the military region's subsequent siege operations will definitely be more effective."

The sigh of Stationmaster Lu at the underground transportation station made Duan Peng, who was changing into military uniform nearby, raise his eyebrows.

Considering that the people in front of him were all warriors with firm beliefs, and that they would most likely have to fight side by side with the 1st Marine Brigade Commandos in the future, he briefly introduced them, “These helicopters, or what you call Iron Dragonflies, are the latest equipment of our airborne troops.”

"Its maximum take-off weight is 2.5 tons, its maximum level flight speed is 195 kilometers per hour, and its maximum range is 610 kilometers. It is a powerful weapon for improving the mobility and logistical support of troops."

"Stationmaster Lu, your transportation station is the first local organization in Shandong Province to come into contact with helicopters."

"After liberating Weixian, the military region will probably send you to various counties to provide guidance. If you have any questions, you can ask them now. Then you can pass on your experience to comrades in other regions."

"Helicopter Reconnaissance Company: With the continuous development of aviation technology, helicopters, a unique aircraft with hovering capabilities, can provide key tactical advantages in military operations.

Time required for study: 70 days.

Effect: Military factories within the system will immediately unlock the production rights for the Z-1 helicopter and provide a complete set of production lines and technical drawings corresponding to it in reality.

Military helicopter, a new masterpiece after the upgraded system of Awakening the Brave Tiger.

Compared with the "Graveyard of Empires - Modernized War Elephants" that some Indians imagined on the spur of the moment.

The helicopter, a new technological product that emerged in the middle of World War II, is far superior to the former in all aspects.

After Duan Peng's patient explanation, the Weixian Underground Transportation Station has already had a preliminary understanding of the new toys of the 1st Marine Brigade.

Just as the local comrades were preparing to draw inferences from the incident and summarize more experience in the reception, Monk Wei, dressed in the uniform of a Japanese military officer, came over.

"Let's talk about this in the morning. The brigade has already launched a general attack. It's time for us to take action."

"You will lead the third platoon in the middle of the team. You must protect Zhang Xingtai and his son, Yang Ruilan and her husband, and Comrade Liu Tengyun. They are familiar with the terrain of the concentration camp and have maintained long-term contact with the Autonomous Management Committee."

"These comrades will be our greatest help in this rescue operation."

"it is good!"

Half an hour later, all members of the 1st Marine Brigade Commando arrived safely at the outskirts of the Fangzi Allied Expatriates Concentration Camp.

As it turned out, Wei Dayong and his team had completely overestimated the vigilance of the Weixian defenders.

As the soldiers rushed to the concentration camp, the Japanese soldiers who came to support them from Dongcheng rode their bicycles and ran around like a group of headless flies. They had no time or energy to ask them any questions.

The only Japanese squad that tried to stop the commandos were scared to death by the monk's rank of major and authentic Honshu accent.

As for the Japanese expatriates? The traitors, the traitors, and the patrolmen?

These people are not crazy. They don't even have time to dodge when they see a fully armed "Japanese squadron". Are they going to rush up to them and get beaten up?

Looking at the high wall in front of him, Wei Dayong waved to the back, signaling the engineering squad leader to prepare for action.

"Old Yu, according to reliable intelligence, most of the Japanese in the concentration camp have been transferred to Ying'en Gate. There is no one on guard at the three o'clock tower now. Our position is a blind spot for the enemy's defense."

"You take the others up there and quickly remove the barbed wire and electric fences on the wall. The rest of the people will be on guard to ensure that your barrier-clearing mission is not affected."

"Roger that!"

After the engineers started to act, the monk looked at his comrades behind him and continued to give orders:
"Everyone, take off the Japanese uniforms. When the battle starts, only the clothes will be recognized, not the people. Shoot when you see the Japanese uniforms."

"With our allies' expatriates here, we don't have to worry about no one pointing out Benzi's crimes, so there's no need to deliberately capture prisoners. All actions should prioritize our own safety."

"Pass the order down, everyone prepare for battle!"

"Yes!"

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In the Fangzi Allied Expatriate Concentration Camp, the barbed wires glowed coldly in the night. Like dormant poisonous snakes, they locked more than 2,000 refugees in a foreign land.

Below the concentration camp's watchtower, there were densely packed wooden houses. Every cell was as crowded as a can of sardines.

The beds here are less than a foot apart, and living conditions are miserable. The actual situation is not much better than that of a slave trade ship in the 15th century.

Just as the fighting was in full swing at the city wall, a harsh sound of leather boots came from an office in the distance.

The refugees all recognized the voice. It was Captain Igarashi, the camp's warden. He always did this, deliberately stomping his boots loudly, as if to let everyone know he was coming.

"White pigs, I know what you are thinking!"

"Don't dream any more. Our country will never let the people of the Republic of China get their hands on this concentration camp. But before I kill you, I can mercifully take away a winner."

After the Japanese security captain made the decision to abandon the west city of Weixian, the Japanese guards in the concentration camp received orders to execute the Allied expatriates.

Like most of the German officers in 45.

At this time, the chief guard, Captain Igarashi, had completely torn off his disguise, and his usual false mercy had disappeared without a trace.

"Don't you white people always think you are superior to others and a superior race? Now, let me see what you will choose between life and morality."

"I will only give one spot. The one who kills the most people with his bare hands will have the right to live."

"You only have ten minutes. If no one makes a move before the time is up, I will consider it as you giving up your chance. By the way, the kill count does not discriminate between men and women, or between the young and old."

Outside the window, the beam of the searchlight swept across the camp, illuminating the numb faces.

The bodies of several people who had tried to escape were hung on the barbed wire, swaying gently in the night breeze.

Most of the Allied expatriates closed their eyes, feeling the trembling of their loved ones in their arms. In this concentration camp shrouded in militarism, the night seemed to be long and endless.

"GO! FUCK! YOURSELF!!!"

Do not erupt in silence, but perish in silence.

An American Navy sergeant could no longer bear the anger in his heart and rushed up from the crowd with bare hands. But he had not had a full meal for nearly half a year, so how could he be a match for the Japanese guards?

After being knocked down by a rifle butt, the pocket watch he had secretly hidden fell to the ground and was crushed by Captain Igarashi's military boots.

The sergeant lay on the ground, trying to protect the fragments with his body. They were his father's relics and trophies captured by his father in the First World War.

Seeing the enemy in such a state of disarray, the Japanese guards laughed heartily. They kicked the American prisoners away and then said in stiff English:

"Do you speak Japanese?"

"The defeated do not deserve to have memories."

"Oh!"

With the sound of a gunshot, all the refugees closed their eyes.

But they were also secretly happy for the sergeant in their hearts, because another soul was liberated forever. (End of this chapter)