Chapter 432 Parachute Drop

The mighty German bomber fleet carried out a fierce bombing of the southern part of Scotland.

The British Air Force still acted like a turtle, not daring to take off to fight. The idle escort fighters swooped down from the sky, using mounted rockets or machine guns to attack all seemingly valuable targets on the ground.

After the two rounds of bombing, the third batch of bomber formations dropped a large number of mines.

The German air-dropped mines are mainly SD-2 bombs, which are also called "butterfly bombs" because of their appearance after being dropped. They weigh about 2 kilograms. This bomb is not used alone, but is placed in a container for spreading. Usually, there are 6 to 108 submunitions in a container.

In the original time and space during World War II, Germany dropped a large number of this bomb in Britain. Before the SD-2 butterfly bomb is unfolded, it looks like a round pork can. Before it is ready to be dropped, the ground crew needs to install a special container at the bottom of the fighter to hold the SD-2 bomb. When the fighter arrives over the target, the butterfly bomb will be dropped. After being dropped, each butterfly bomb will slowly fall to the target area like a "butterfly".

This weapon is very harmful to the UK. Unlike ordinary bombs, the SD-2 will not explode immediately after landing, but will become a very sensitive trigger mine. Once someone accidentally touches the butterfly bomb, it will cause a violent explosion, killing people within a few dozen meters. Not only that, this butterfly bomb can also replace the type of explosives in the bomb body, including high-explosive bombs, incendiary bombs and other combat options.

Even the German army itself is well aware of its power, so it calls it "the devil's egg". When it was dropped, even the German army tried to avoid entering the area.

For a period of time, this butterfly bomb caused great panic in the UK. The British government also printed a large number of leaflets on how to deal with this bomb to teach the public how to avoid unnecessary casualties, but despite this, many people still died here.

A British officer who experienced World War II once said in his biography that these bombs were everywhere, on roofs, beds, and even ceilings. To deal with them, you can only rely on courage! Sometimes this bomb can also be used as a booby trap to slow down the repair work of the city after being bombed.

Now such butterfly bombs are all over the roads leading to Bumare.

An hour later, the JU52 transport group carrying paratroopers arrived over Bumare. The pilot of the JU52 transport plane that Fred was riding saw signal flares rising one after another in front.

"It seems to be there!" Pressing a button, the red signal light in the cabin lit up, accompanied by several harsh electric bells.

Fred, who was squinting his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes. "Stand up! Prepare to parachute!"

All the soldiers stood up on the bumpy plane. They were carrying heavy supplies and it was very difficult to stand up. With mutual help, everyone finally stood up in the narrow cabin, and Fred pulled open the hatch beside him.

Whoosh!

A piercing cold wind suddenly poured into the cabin, and everyone shuddered subconsciously.

Fred struggled to stabilize his body in the airflow and shouted loudly. "Hang the parachute lock! Report after checking!"

"Ready!" The first soldier hung the parachute lock on the top cable of the cabin, pulled it hard, and reported loudly. Then the second and third, and soon after the last paratrooper reported that he was ready, the red light above the cabin door turned green.

"Start jumping! Don't forget the key points of the action!"

The first soldier jumped out of the cabin under his urging, followed by the second, the third...

After confirming that everyone in the cabin had jumped out, Fred also jumped forward and stepped out of the cabin door. There was only the whirring sound in his ears. In a fraction of a second, he felt his body being pulled by a huge force. This was the parachute hook hanging on the plane. Under the force of the plane's flight and the force of his body falling, the parachute was pulled open.

White flowers in the sky bloomed one after another, and then connected into a piece, one after another, densely packed.

As he got closer and closer to the ground, he could clearly see the British soldiers gathered on the ground, who were pointing at the paratroopers in the sky.

"It's unbelievable!" Now he could only pray that what the superiors said was true, otherwise they would become prisoners who came here specially and become the other party's Christmas gift.

Soon, his feet stepped heavily on the ground, and before he had time to unbutton the parachute, a strong wind blew and dragged him four or five meters away. Fortunately, a British soldier next to him quickly grabbed the parachute canopy running all over the ground, and Fred stabilized his body in a panic and unbuttoned the parachute.

"Thank you." Fred nodded awkwardly to the British soldier who helped him hold the parachute. There was a striking scar on his face.

"You're welcome." The scarred man was Andrew. "I'm Andrew, the temporary battalion commander. Thank you for your timely support."

The temporary battalion commander was the one who led the rebellion?

Fred held the handle of the Scorpion submachine gun in one hand, looked around vigilantly, and was relieved after confirming that the British soldiers around him were not hostile. He spoke. "Captain Andrew, is there an airstrip here?"

Andrew shook his head. "No."

"That needs to be built now. It needs a flat land, about 500 meters long and 30 meters wide. The flatter the better; then tamp it down, the harder the better."

"No problem." Andrew nodded and instructed the soldiers next to him. "Adair, take a few people to find such a flat land, and report back after you find it."

Watching the British soldiers leave, Fred asked again. "How is the defense here? Maybe a large number of British troops will come to attack here soon." It's a bit strange to say this, after all, these people are also British soldiers.

"We took control of the radio station in time and cut off the telephone line; the news should not have spread yet. But your parachute must have been discovered." Andrew pointed to the surrounding mountains. "It will be quite difficult for the British army to cross these mountains. If you want to launch a large-scale attack, you can only launch it from the front. We have dug an anti-tank trench at the entrance of the town and dug two more trenches. It's a pity that we don't have any anti-tank weapons here."

Fred replied. "We brought some anti-tank weapons. As long as the runway is built, these are not a problem. How are the civilians in the town?"

Andrew shrugged. "Most of the civilians in the town are the families of these soldiers. What can they do now? Can they still kill their relatives for the sake of justice?"