As the hatch opened, the wind swept into the wheelhouse, and looking out at the forest below, Ivanov could hardly help but be a little worried.

The order had been given by him personally, and now he had to jump off with an umbrella bag on his back.

"Good luck to us, brothers!" Saying goodbye to his comrades-in-arms, he patted the box hanging on his chest and jumped out of his teeth with gritted teeth.

The plane's engines were all turned off, and they glided northeast of the blacksmith village, heading straight for the muddy ponds in that area. In the sky, dandelions bloomed one after another, and the thirty crew members began to parachute. Most of them are worried about their future, and these towering red pines are like spears standing on the ground, and it is inevitable that they will hit the parachute cover.

What to do if you are hung in the treetops? Do you just cut the rope with a dagger and fall straight down?

Towards their landing, the scene in front of them gradually changed. Because, they saw wooden houses under the shade of pine trees, which was the residential area of the blacksmith village.

At the same time, a bizarre announcement was heard around them: "Attention all citizens, search for the pilots of our army and help them out of danger......"

Hearing this, Ivanov let out a sigh of relief, especially after seeing the crowd on the ground, and fell into excitement.

As he expected, parachutes hung on the branches of trees, including him, and became "a pine cone".

The place where they landed was amazing, and the villagers of the blacksmith village, who had already prepared for a long time, had already carried a large number of tools, especially hemp rope and wooden ladders, and started the rescue operation.

Like his comrades-in-arms, Ivanov was taken off after just over ten minutes of hanging.

The villagers seemed even happier than Ivanov, who was excited. An old man with a beard and suspenders, clutching his hand.

"It's great that you're here to support us! We almost thought you were Germans! This time, you've sent a lot of clothes. ”

Ivanov was a little confused, and he hurriedly asked the crowd that gathered around: "Tell me first, where is this?" Is it Novgomel? ”

"This is Novgomel!" A young man in a blue hat and uniform came through the crowd.

The two ignored each other, and through their respective collar badges and epaulettes, they determined their respective positions and ranks.

The young man immediately stood up: "Report to Comrade Major, you have managed to reach Novgomel in the partisan republic. We received an order from the command of the 63rd Army to accept you again! As ordered, I will escort you and your comrades directly to the command to report! ”

Ivanov, still a little confused, returned the salute and asked: "Is it to meet your commander, Comrade Berekov?" ”

"Yes!"

"Hey, hey! It's just wonderful. Ivanov hooked his head and patted the wooden box on his chest, "You take me quickly." Compared to the ammunition and materials shipped, this box is the most valuable! This is your commander, and the name is urgently needed! ”

"Yes! Then come with me! ”

On the other hand, the four unmanned TB3 bombers, like four huge model airplanes, glided towards the mud pond on the riverside.

The whole paratrooper brigade was scattered in platoons to the area where the planes were about to land, and Tepunov set up the brigade headquarters in a forest and commanded the companies by radio remote. As the roar got closer, the search and rescue order was officially issued.

But what happened next was a little more than he could have imagined, and the wind from the four planes blew off a large number of branches, whistling in front of him and his soldiers.

These behemoths gradually approached the mud pond and reeds in full view of the soldiers, and then touched the ground fiercely.

A large amount of mud and reeds, which were pushed into the air. In this way, the wide wings were left one after another, leaving a long and narrow body, like a shuttle, shuttling through the wetlands, leaving huge marks, like tears through the earth.

Tepunov couldn't sit still, and he gave an exciting order: "The communications corps informs the battalions to immediately go to the place where the plane fell, open the cabin, and rescue supplies!" ”

These planes still have a lot of fuel reserves! The engine was also hot, and the impact did shatter some fuel tanks, but fortunately, due to the large amount of mud, the deflagration accident did not occur. The engine, accompanied by the wings wrapped in aluminum plates, struggled with the fuselage the moment it touched the ground, and these broken wings were scattered in the mud pool in a state of fragments.

Enduring the mud, more than 2,000 fighters rushed towards four targets on the riverside.

The current section of the Dnieper River is lined with waterways, mud ponds, and sparse trees, making it easy for fighters to find the wreckage of the four planes. When they reached their target, they opened the door of the plane with a prepared crowbar.

They have been informed that almost all of the supplies transported this time are ammunition.

After the brave warrior got into the cabin, he slashed the sack with his dagger, and in front of him was indeed a standard ammunition box that had been built up. The vast number of soldiers immediately lined up and carried these standard ammunition boxes of 25 kilograms in the form of assembly lines.

This scene, if viewed from a bird's-eye view, is like a swarm of ants, decomposing dead dragonflies.

Watching from afar with a telescope, Tepunov was a little worried about the fighters standing in the mud, and he was most worried about whether the ammunition would be safely brought back.

The soldiers of a battalion were full-time transporters, and they didn't care about the mud of their boots, happily carrying ammunition boxes, ran to the demarcated material distribution center, unloaded the boxes and continued to carry them.

Tepunov, Zalasky and others, saw these munitions at close range with great interest, and their hearts were filled with joy.

Commissar Zalasky sighed: "It's wonderful! In the previous battle, our brigade consumed a lot of bullets, and these regular rifle cartridges can just make up for some of the consumption of our army! ”

"That's right! It would be nice if the superiors continued to transport like this! Our semi-automatic rifles are too sophisticated, and in addition to the loss of accuracy, they are also more prone to damage parts with reloads. It is these precious original ammunition that are the most suitable for us! ”

Zalasky said, "In that case, we should ask the commander for instructions." ”

"Please? What do you ask? ”

"Of course, I asked the commander to give us the main ammunition."

Tepunov nodded with a smile, and sighed with an attitude of knowing everything: "It's a pity that the assistance given to us by our superiors is still too little." There is not much ammunition for this, and if we have it to ourselves, the rest of the troops will not be satisfied. Actually, it's that troop! I think that the commander will give priority to the second regiment of the 284th Guards Division, which is under his command. ”

"So, we're just eating leftovers, right?"

"Not really. A lot of ammunition will still be distributed to us! Tepunov gave his comrade-in-arms a look, "After all, we are an elite army!" ”