Chapter Fifteen: The Blade is Sharply Pointed

  As soon as Xiao Bingjia was kicked out of the cockpit by Igor, he began to perform a free fall in mid-air.

  Flying in the air, Xiaobingjia only felt a pale white in front of him, wanting to turn over and look down at his own height, but found himself completely powerless. This feeling of powerlessness was like being thrown into a ball of cotton, where any movement would be hindered by objects similar to cotton. His whole body couldn't move at all.

  Xiao Bingjie got into trouble——

  The biting cold wind was like a knife cutting across his cheek, and his hair was blown wildly in all directions by the strong gusts. But what's worse, the special helmet for paratroopers that Xiao Bingjia wore had been blown off during the fall because the strap wasn't tightened properly. Although the helmet only provided symbolic protection against bullets in air battles, more importantly, it had a pair of goggles with good windproof effect, which was exactly what Xiao Bingjia needed most at this moment.

  As long as you have that sight, at least you can see your own height without being obstructed by hair, only when you see your own height can you react in the first moment - open the parachute.

  Xiao Bing's heart suddenly had this thought. His heart was in a state of panic, and he could even imagine himself falling to the ground with a "thud" and being smashed into a pulp.

  At this moment he even wanted to shout for help. But the surging air actually forced his words back into his stomach.

  Even if Xiao Bingjia could be called out here, who could save him in mid-air?

  No... No way! How can I die? How can I die?!

  The ups and downs of his chest became more urgent, and his heart also jumped up.

  Mustn't die, mustn't die, mustn't die...

  Boom——Boom——Boom——

  I absolutely cannot die!!!!!!!!! I absolutely cannot!!!!!!!

  Huffing and puffing...

  The pupils contracted with the decrease in altitude, and Xiao Bingjia could even see the houses below that were as small as fingernails.

  The Red Army soldiers next to him saw that the parachute opening height had almost arrived, and they all opened their parachutes. A small white flower bloomed in mid-air with the action of the soldiers' parachute opening.

  Because... Because...

  Xiao Bing Jia paused for a moment and closed his eyes, then, as if he was about to burst out with everything, the voice that came out of him in mid-air could even be heard by those Red Army soldiers.

  "I'm Xiao Bing Jia! I'm a traverser! I'm hacking my way through! How could I possibly die in a place like this!!!!!!"

  In mid-air, Xiao Bing's armor-like figure let out a mysterious and fierce declaration, like an enraged lion with eyes wide open and a ferocious expression.

  But for some reason, his heart was not as turbulent as he had imagined at this moment, but rather like a calm and peaceful dead water.

  At this moment, Xiao Bing's eyes were lifeless and his expression was dull. He stopped the meaningless struggles in his hands and instead twisted his body at an unbelievable angle. Then he stretched out his two hands to grip his backpack, and his entire body slowly turned over...

  Time is extremely pressing, Xiao Bing Jia's movements are like insects crawling in mid-air, slow but very effective.

  One second, two seconds, three seconds. Time flew by quickly, and Xiao Bingjia also quickly completed the pre-jump preparations.

  One pull, one tug.

  Whoosh!

  The backpack behind finally opened at an altitude of only 200 meters above the ground, and with the rapid influx of air, the white parachute also rapidly inflated.

  Finally, a white flower embroidered with sickle and hammer bloomed beautifully in mid-air.

  Ruslan Konstantinovich Igor Air Force Captain gently floated down to the soft grass. As a military staff, now suddenly lost contact with the military department, alone in a public cemetery.

  Looking around, I found that the surroundings were already filled with Soviet paratroopers. They were doing their own things. There were soldiers who accidentally fell and didn't grasp their posture well, causing themselves to be injured without reason and wailing while holding their wounds. Some were busy sorting out their weapons on their bodies, and some were checking the equipment that had been airdropped from the plane. In short, there were about 300 Soviet officers and soldiers who had landed in this open space.

  "Report to Senior Lieutenant Comrade, what should we do?" a tall and sturdy senior sergeant asked Igor Senior Lieutenant in a flustered manner after he had just put away his parachute.

  Igor looked at the upper officer and asked: "Where is your officer?"

  Igor became the chief of intelligence for the military department and received this rank not because he had glorious military achievements or outstanding accomplishments, but only because two months ago when he enlisted he was still a third-year student in the history department at Moscow University. As an officer cadet assigned to the 313th Army, General Markov saw that he was a university student who had also undergone six months of reserve officer training and was fluent in English and world history, so he promoted him to senior lieutenant and entrusted him with important tasks.

  "Major Mitch may have sacrificed himself, we can't find him." The senior sergeant looked at Igor with expectant eyes, "You are the highest-ranking officer here, Comrade Major."

  Igor only then noticed that the soldiers behind the superior officer were in disarray, with the wounded lying on the grass moaning without anyone to care for them, and the unwounded running wildly about, some even firing their guns crazily. "Comrade Superior Officer, what is your name?" Igor asked politely, as the superior officer was much older than him.

  "Sverdlov? Ribentrop? Lyushenko, Comrade Captain. You can call me Sver."

  "Alright, Lieutenant Ribentrop? Comrade Shchenko. I am Ruslan Konstantinovich Igor, Captain of the General Staff." Igor looked around and then said, "You go find a few people first, and then gather everyone here to await my orders."

  "Yes!" The upper soldier replied happily, standing at attention, saluting, and turning around to run away.

  Igor hastily gathered his belongings, took down the specially-made ADK-45 assault rifle hanging on his back, and pulled out a map to study it carefully. At this time, the three soldiers found by Shchenko ran over.

  "Report, Comrade Lieutenant." The leading private first class reported loudly.

  These people are younger than Igor, and the tense expression on their faces cannot hide their childishness.

  "I am Captain Igor, your officer is not here, I'm temporarily in command. What are your names?" Igor felt like a child king rather than an officer.

  "Private Novitsky Petrovich Groevich." The leading private replied loudly.

  "First Sergeant Neef? Dnedel Krovich? Marlin." The man's voice was not loud, but his expression was relatively calm.

  "Private First Class Vladimir Levotorovich Romanov." The young man with the same first name as Lenin and the same last name as the premier spoke loudly, but his voice trembled slightly.

  "Do you see that grove of trees over there?" Igor asked, pointing to a small copse in the west.

  Three people turned their heads and nodded.

  "Pryakhov, you and Vladimir go search around. If there are Allied patrols, retreat immediately. If they're just civilians, chase them away. Then come back and report to me." Igor gave the order calmly, "Understood?"

  "I understand." The two of them hurried away.

  "Konyev, you go and guard the eastern intersection," Igor said, pointing to the crossroads in the east. "If any Allied troops appear, come back immediately and report to me. Don't shoot!"

  "Yes!" Koniev replied calmly.

  "Comrade Captain," shouted Shan Ke as he ran over, "the troops are assembled. Please give your orders!"

  Igor nodded and was about to give orders when a Soviet military uniformed soldier suddenly stumbled and ran over from not far in front of him.

  The newcomer was drenched from head to toe, running with water dripping down his body. Most striking was the soldier's hat, which had been lost somewhere, revealing a head of jet-black short hair. As the distance narrowed, it also allowed people to gradually make out those eyes that shone like lanterns in the dark night, unforgettable.

  Damn it, parachuting and didn't grasp the direction properly, jumped into the water... Xiaobing cursed loudly in his heart.

  Maybe other soldiers didn't know who he was, but Yager did.

  Isn't this the new recruit who was kicked off the plane by him?

  Looking at his furious appearance, I wonder if he's here to fight me to the death...

  Forget it, after all, I was wrong on the plane, even if I get a beating here, it's what I deserve.

  Since he had made up his mind, Igor felt relieved. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stood in front of the newcomer with a stiff upper lip.

  No expected loud scolding or physical fight, the newcomer simply stood in front of Igor, using his wet military uniform to make a standard military salute.

  "Captain Xiaobing Jia of the 313th Airborne Brigade, reporting for duty!"

  "Hmm, quite standard." Igor thought to himself.

  "Xiao Bing Jia Zhun Wei, return to formation!"

  "No, sir, I still have something to say!"

  Xiao Bing raised his hand and said loudly.

  "What's wrong?"

  "You said it, because I successfully landed, you have to treat me to a drink!"

  “。。。。。。”

  Having resolved the slight contradiction earlier, Igor and some of his lower-ranking generals were engaged in a discussion.

  "I've decided it would be better if we attack the Parliament Building directly," Igor said resolutely.

  "Why? Our soldiers are far from enough. With only 300 people, let alone the parliament building, we can't even take down a police station. Even if we took the parliament, how could we hold it? What if the Allied forces sent troops to surround us and we'd be done for? I think we should stay put and wait for the next wave of reinforcements before acting."

  "No way, our mission is to mess up Berlin, and now that it's daylight, the Allies must have already discovered us. If we don't act now and get detected by enemy reconnaissance planes, we'll be done for." This was countered by Igor. From his point of view, what he said wasn't wrong either - after all, a young man focused on his mission. Although somewhat lacking in experience, as a young person to think of this much in their first battle is quite commendable.

  "I'm a veteran, I have to be responsible for all the young warriors! They can't lose their lives because of your recklessness!" The old soldier roared hysterically.

  Igor fell silent for a while, then stood up from the grass. His eyes stared straight at the old soldier, and the old soldier also glared back without showing any weakness.

  "This is an order...". Eigel hesitated for a moment "You people... must join me in the battle to capture Berlin..."

  He spoke softly, but his words conveyed an unyielding firmness.

  "I will never allow you, a derelict, to give such a despicable order!" The old soldier spread his arms wide to the sides, as if protecting his only child, and bellowed loudly at Iggo.

  "This is an order..." Igor repeated. "This is the order of Captain Ruslan Konstantinovich Igor, understood? Unknown old senior comrade..." Igor deliberately emphasized the word 'old'.

  "You...". Lao had never thought that Igor would use his official position to suppress him. For a moment, his face turned pale and dark.

  The surrounding low-ranking officers all looked at the young officer with a face full of astonishment. It's said that this new officer is too overbearing, although the military propaganda says it doesn't follow a hierarchical system, but that's just to deceive outsiders, after all, an army without a real commander is unimaginable, but this officer actually ignored this unspoken rule and directly used his official position to order people around.

  "This is an order! Order all soldiers to arm themselves, we will depart in 30 minutes. Target, the German Parliament building." Igor explained the order simply.

  After finishing speaking, the old soldier who was trembling with anger ignored him and walked towards the various vehicles parked on the other side of the woods.

  Compared with other red army officers who were stunned, Xiao Bingjia nodded in satisfaction, pinching his chin.

  "The blade is sharp and just right for use... deeply grasping the essence of military strategy..."