Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Over the courtyard, the pilots of the helicopter reconnaissance company were focusing on adjusting the hover height of the Z-1.

Their hands held the joystick tightly, and their knuckles even turned white due to excessive force. The sweat that slipped off the forehead soaked the leather jaw strap of the steel helmet.

"Low, lower it!"

"The current hover position is far from reaching the limit record we did during training. You have to lower at least three meters. The lower the height, the safer your comrades!"

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

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

The hovering ability of these new equipment is relatively limited, especially in ultra-low altitude environments, where comrades often need extremely high driving skills to maintain a stable hover.

However, the manipulation defect of Zhi-1 is not a problem that humans cannot overcome. The Weapon Experimental Research Bureau where the Yellow River is located is also persevering in optimizing.

Besides, it’s just a little hard work now, it’s better than keeping trembling when the black shadow hovers.

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

Seeing that the time was ripe, the captain of the pilot aircraft numbered 001 shouted loudly in the communication channel:

"Stay stable! All units must be stable!"

"Duan Peng, it's now! Paratroopers are ready to surrender!"

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 rotor wing seemed to have no negative impact on everyone at all.

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

His hands tightly held the rope down the rope, and 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!"

Accompanied by a roar that was enough to penetrate the engine, Duan Peng leaned back and slammed his feet on the edge of the cabin door, successfully winning the achievement of the Eighth Route Army's first actual combat surrender.

The cold wind blew over my face, making people squint their eyes.

The rope slipped quickly in the tactical gloves and he could even clearly feel the burning heat coming from his palm.

Five meters above the ground, Duan Peng heard the sound of the slide rails coming from above his head.

When I looked up, I saw that it was the weapon box painted black, which was slowly sliding down along the cable-descending track.

At the first time of landing, he bent his knees to cushion and rolled to the center of the open space beside him. Soon, the wooden black box also slammed heavily on the ground, stirring up a piece of dust.

"Duan Peng, you kid is so majestic!"

"Come here quickly, the place in our yard is limited, so don't hinder the comrades from behind to surrender."

"good."

Facts have proved that sweating more in peacetime and bleeding less in wartime is the truth in the army.

With a huge amount of training, none of the commando team members who were in the rescue were injured, and all 30 members landed safely.

After successfully completing the landing mission, the pilots of the helicopter reconnaissance company pulled up the total distance pole and began to climb, and evacuated in an orderly manner according to the route arranged before the action.

"Attention, we are about to evacuate."

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

When the altimeter pointer crossed 200 meters, the pilot finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, his military uniform had been soaked in sweat, and his whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water.

There is no way, every weight change will affect the balance of the fuselage.

In order to maintain the stability of the hovering state and to avoid accidents similar to those of Ah Sanming, the comrades seemed to be walking on tightropes throughout the whole process.

This state of high concentration of attention and energy is really a bit troublesome.

After quickly adjusting his condition, the captain of the pilot took up the communicator and reminded him again:

"Command, please be careful in your next actions. You are a lonely army for the time being, so don't be impulsive when encountering problems."

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

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

"Receive it, see you later!"

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After watching the helicopter reconnaissance company leave the southern suburbs of Weixian, the commando team led by monks, Duan Peng and Hu Zi immediately surrounded the weapon supply box.

Considering the urgent time, Wei Dayong did not say anything mobilizing and sensational, but directly picked up a crowbar to prepare to check the weapons.

"Unbox!"

As soon as the crowbar was inserted into the gap in the supply box, a smell of gun oil that made the soldiers feel at ease came to their faces.

The moment the box cover was knocked open, the neatly placed semi-automatic rifle and spare magazine also caught everyone's eye.

Next to its own standard weapons, there are a small number of 38 large covers and crooked light machine guns.

Looking at the familiar weapon, Wei Dayong's mouth raised slightly. He grabbed a Mas-40 and quickly checked the spring at the bottom of the magazine and the accessories of the firearm to confirm that it was not damaged.

"Everyone, check it carefully."

"Even if you want to take the Japanese rags to the battlefield, you can't bring a gun with hidden dangers."

After following the customary instructions, the monk inserted several magazines into his individual soldier carrying tools.

As his eyes swept towards the engineer squad, the soldiers had already pulled out engineer shovels and barrier-breaking tools from the supply box.

The sharp shovel blade shines coldly under the moonlight. They first skillfully checked the screws at the connection, and then tried the anti-slip lines of various tools.

"Captain, all tools are normal, and the engineer squad is ready for combat."

"Okay, you go and chat with the local comrades, and finally confirm the distribution of the fortifications in the concentration camp."

Just as the commando of the First Brigade of the Land War was busy inspecting equipment, the three views were severely impacted, and finally recovered.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that there was actually an aircraft in the world that could stroll behind enemy lines and perform transportation missions.

The big dragonfly that can send soldiers, release supplies, and even provide firepower support is simply a cross-age weapon.

"I've never heard of this before."

"If this equipment can be installed in batches, then the military region's subsequent siege operations will definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort."

The feelings of the stationmaster Lu of the underground transportation station made Duan Peng, who was changing his military uniform, raise his eyebrows.

Considering that the few soldiers in front of him are all soldiers with firm beliefs, and that these people are likely to fight side by side with the commando of the First Land Brigade in the future, he said with a brief word: "These helicopters, the iron dragonflies you mentioned, are the latest equipment of our airborne troops."

"Its maximum takeoff 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 killer to improve the mobility and logistics support of the troops."

"Master Lu, your transportation station is the first local organization in Shandong Province to contact helicopters."

"After the liberation of Weixian, the military region will probably send you to major counties to guide work. If you have any questions, you can ask now, so that you can teach comrades from other regions the experience."

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

Research time: 70 days.

Effect: The military factory in the system immediately unlocks the production rights of the Z-1 helicopter, and provides a complete set of production lines and technical drawings corresponding to it in reality. "

Military helicopter awakens the new masterpiece of the upgraded Yonghu system.

Compared with some "Imperial Cemetery-Modern War Elephant" that Ah Sany slapped his head and thought about it.

Helicopter, a new star technology product that began in the middle of World War II, has completely exploded in all aspects of the former.

The newest ⊥Xiao⊥Speak⊥Send⊥Six⊥9⊥Book⊥⊥⊥⊥Back⊥⊥⊥⊥!

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

Just as the local comrades were about to learn from one example and summarize more experiences of meeting, the monk Wei, who had changed into a Japanese military officer uniform, came over.

"Let's talk until dawn. The brigade headquarters has launched a general attack, so it's time for us to act."

"After a while, you will walk in the middle of the line with three rows. You must protect Zhang Xingtai and his son, Yang Ruilan and Comrade Liu Tengyun. They are familiar with the terrain of the concentration camp and are in a long-term contact with the Autonomous Management Committee."

"In this rescue operation, these comrades will be our greatest help."

"good!"

Half an hour later, all members of the commando of the First Brigade of the Land War arrived safely at the periphery of the Bangzi Allied Expatriate Concentration Camp.

Facts have proved that Wei Dayong and his group completely overestimated the vigilance of the Weixian defenders.

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

The only Japanese team trying to stop the commando was also scared to death by the monk's rank of the rank of the grandson and the authentic Honshu accent.

As for the diaspora? Two Japanese devils, traitors and patrolmen?

These people were not crazy. Seeing a fully armed "Japanese squadron" dodging, could it be too late to force them to come over and eat?

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

"Old Yu, according to reliable information, most of the Japanese in the concentration camp have been transferred to Yingen Gate. Now no one is on guard on the tower at three o'clock, and we are in a blind spot for the enemy's defense."

"You take people up and deal with the barbed wire and grid on the wall at full speed. The rest will be responsible for the alert to ensure that your obstacle breaking mission will not be affected."

"receive!"

After the engineers started to act, the monk looked at his comrades behind him and then continued to order:

"Everyone took off the Japanese military uniforms. After a while, the battle began, and they only recognized their clothes but not people. They shot when they saw the Japanese military uniforms."

"With allies, we don't have to worry about no one accusing the book of the crime, so we don't need to deliberately capture prisoners. All actions are prioritized to protect our own safety."

"Pass the orders and prepare for battle!"

"yes!"

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In the concentration camp of the Fangzi Allied Expatriate, the barbed wire was shining with a cold light under the night. They are like dormant poisonous snakes, locking more than 2,000 refugees in foreign lands.

Under the concentration camp's watchtower, dense wooden houses were filled with dense wooden houses. In each cell, it was crowded like canned sardines.

The beds here are less than one foot apart, and their living conditions are extremely miserable. The actual situation is not much better than the black slave trading ship in the fifteenth century.

Just as the city wall was in full swing, a harsh sound of leather boots came from far and near, from the office in the distance.

The refugees all recognized this voice, and the visitor was Captain Igarashi, the guardian of the concentration camp. He always did this, deliberately stomping his boots, as if he wanted everyone to know his arrival.

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

"Don't dream about yellow and beautiful women. My country will never let the Republic of China get involved in this concentration camp. But before killing you, I can take away a winner with mercy."

After the Japanese military police brigade commander made the decision to give up the Xicheng of Weixian, the Japanese guards in the concentration camp received an order to execute the allied expatriates.

Like most German military officers who have been in the 45 years.

At this time, the guard Captain Igarashi had completely tore off his disguise, and his false compassion in daily life disappeared without a trace.

"Didn't you white people always think that you are superior and are higher nations? Now, let me see what you will choose between life and morality."

"I only give one quota, and the one who kills the most people with bare hands can gain the right to survive."

"You only have ten minutes. If no one takes action when the time comes, then I will regard you as giving up the opportunity. By the way, killings are not about men or women, nor are they between young and old."

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

On the barbed wire, there were the bodies of several attempted escapers, shaking gently in the night wind.

The vast majority of the allied expatriates closed their eyes and felt the trembling of their loved ones in their arms. In this concentration camp covered by militarism, it seems that the night is slowly and there is no end.

"GO! FUCK! YOURSELF!!"

If you don't burst out in silence, you will perish in silence.

A US Navy sergeant could no longer bear the anger in his heart and rushed up from the crowd with bare hands. But how could he be the enemy of the Japanese guards who haven't eaten enough for nearly half a year?

After being knocked down by a gun stock, his pocket watch that he had hidden secretly fell to the ground and was crushed hard by Captain Igarashi with military boots.

The sergeant lay on the ground, trying to protect the debris with his body. It was the relics of his father and the spoils seized by his father in World War I.

Looking at the enemy's embarrassing appearance, the Japanese guard laughed happily. They first kicked the American prisoners away, and then said in stiff English:

“Doyouspeak Japanese?”

"The loser is not worthy of having memories."

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, all the refugees closed their eyes.

However, they were also secretly happy for the Sergeant, because another soul was eternal relief. (End of this chapter)