() Time is in a hurry, so Ron doesn't have time to return to the "Reverse Cross". Fortunately, the "Reverse Cross" side has basically made arrangements. As for who will take over, Ron prefers Mike.

Gaia, of course, the final decision on this matter still has to be made by the higher-ups, but Ron’s recommendation will definitely play a very big role.

Four days later, a C-54 transport plane will fly directly to the UK, and Ron plans to take this plane to the UK. Before that, Ron spent almost all his time studying the composition of his new wing.

, on how to better perform ground tasks after training and operations.

But he didn't forget to write a letter to Nadya. In fact, although he didn't say it explicitly, he hinted to her that he would soon leave the United States and return to the battlefield. At that time, Nadya was not without

Enviously praising the peace on the North American continent, she said that the shadow of war could hardly be seen in the United States. So Ron told her that the impact of war is actually everywhere.

"No, Nadya, the impact of the war is still very obvious." Ron said, "Haven't you noticed that most of the young people we met after walking for so long are women?"

"Ah, it's true!" Nadya nodded, "Maybe I'm used to not seeing young men on the street anymore." There was a hint of melancholy in her words.

Ron knew that in history, tens of millions of people died in the war in the former Soviet Union, which was almost an entire generation. After staying in Soviet cities with almost no young men for several years, Nadya really could no longer find young men in the city.

This problem rarely occurs anymore.

"Nadia, the war will be over." Ron comforted her and said, "The most difficult time is over. And at least you don't have to worry about me. I am already a general. Even if I go back to the front line, I am unlikely to die on the battlefield.

The battlefield is on."

"Ron, are you really going to go to the front line?" Nadya was very alarmed. She widened her eyes and looked at Ron worriedly.

"Look at you!" Ron smiled, "Who knows what will happen in the future? However, even if I reach the front line, my superiors have already banned me from taking off to improve my record. So, you definitely don't have to worry about me!"

Nadya suddenly protected Ron tightly, "Don't lie to me, I know you are going to the battlefield!" She buried her head on Ron's shoulder. Ron could hear her suppressed sobs.

But Nadya quickly controlled herself. She stopped sobbing, wiped away her tears, smiled hard, and said to Ron, "Don't worry about me, take good care of yourself!"

…

Four days later, in the early morning, before the sun came up, Ron took Scott and boarded the C-54 transport plane.

In addition to Ron and Scott, there were other passengers on the plane. Most of them were officers, but there were also a few people in civilian clothes. From their every move, Ron was sure that these people were definitely not soldiers.

Among the people in casual clothes, the oldest one is over sixty years old, and his hair is white. But he seems to be in good spirits. Next to him is a young man in his thirties.

, looks like his younger generation. They are sitting in front of Ron

They were chatting on the chair. Judging from the content of their conversation, these two people seemed to be experts in architecture. As for the other few people, they were sitting far away from Ron, so although they were also talking,

But Ron couldn't hear anything about what they talked about.

At this time, another passenger boarded the plane. He was a soldier in his fifties. He was wearing a slightly old but clean military uniform. Judging from his epaulettes, this

He is a colonel officer in the Army Aviation Corps.

The colonel saw Ron at first sight after boarding the plane and noticed the star on his shoulder. So he walked up and first raised his hand to salute Ron.

After Ron returned the salute, the colonel spoke first: "Are you General Ron? I am Clark Speier..."

Suddenly here he met the captain of the mission support group selected by General Arnold, which surprised Ron. According to the materials he read, shouldn't he be in the UK? Ron thought this way, and at the same time

She reached out to take his hand and said: "Nice to meet you, Colonel Speer. Aren't you supposed to be in England?"

"Ah, General Ron," Colonel Speer looked around and saw that there was an empty seat next to Ron, so he said to Ron: "Is there anyone else sitting here?"

"You can sit here if there's no one around." Ron quickly replied.

Colonel Sibeer sat down next to Ron, and then said to Ron: "I was indeed supposed to be in the UK, but I got a notice a few days ago that I will be transferred to a new wing to serve as mission support.

Captain of the brigade. For this reason, I got a few days off, and it just so happened that my daughter just gave birth to a grandson a few days ago. So, I took advantage of the few days off to come back and have a look."

"Congratulations on getting it." Ron said, "How is the little guy?"

As soon as he mentioned Sibeer's grandson, Sibeer's face immediately burst into smiles, and his two originally small eyes narrowed to the point where there was only a slit left.

"Very good, very good. He weighs a full 9 pounds and is a very healthy young man. It's a pity that the war is not over yet, otherwise I can retire and go home to entertain him..."

The two chatted for a while. At this time, a flight attendant came over and said, "The plane is about to take off. Please fasten your seat belts." Ron and Sibeer quickly fastened their seat belts. At this time, the plane

The propellers began to spin, and the plane began to slide along the taxiway toward the runway.

The C-54 transport aircraft was converted from a McDonnell Douglas passenger aircraft. Compared with the passenger aircraft, in order to increase the carrying capacity, many facilities for comfort have been removed. For example, things used for sound insulation have been removed.

Suddenly, when the plane began to accelerate and taxi on the runway with all its strength, the roar of the engine filled the entire cabin, causing those who were still chatting to have to shut their mouths.

However, as the height of the plane got higher and higher, the roar of the engine gradually decreased. At this time, a ray of reddish sunlight also shone into the cabin...

After almost a whole day of flying, the plane finally landed at an airport in Scotland in the afternoon. Long-distance flights are the most tiring. Even ace pilots like Ron feel tired. Others think they are tired.

Needless to say, the two construction experts sitting in front of Ron already had backaches from sitting there, but Colonel Speer, although he was no longer young, had traveled back and forth on both sides of the Atlantic in a few days, and he was very energetic.

Not bad, better than many young men.

The UK now is obviously different from the last time Ron came here. Everywhere is filled with a sense of tension about the impending war. At this rear airport, Ron saw a plane taking off almost every few minutes.

Or landing, and on the tarmac of the airport, you can see a large row of transport aircraft and land-based anti-aircraft missiles.

Submarine plane. Some American paratroopers were also carrying parachute bags, lining up in front of the tarmac, preparing to board the plane. The M1 semi-automatic rifle was packed in a bag and hung on the side. Ron's jeep passed by them, Ron

I could clearly see a howling eagle on their armbands.

"Isn't this the 101st Airborne Division?" Ron thought, and at this time, such singing came from behind them:

"...

He broke the wind, he shattered the ice, he fell horribly from high altitude.

The parachute ribbons were flying and tangled around his legs.

He won't stand up again.

Bloody, bloody, such a great way to die.

He won't stand up again.

The swaying mess in the air wrapped around his neck, and the parachute rope tore the top of the umbrella.

The hanging straps were knotted and wrapped around his skin and bones.

The dome became his shroud, and he was thrown from the air to the ground.

He won't stand up again.

Bloody, bloody, such a great way to die.

He won't stand up again.

Past life, emotions, and laughter flashed through his mind. The girl next door he missed,

The only people he cared about after he left. He thought of the doctors,

Wondering what they would find.

He won't stand up again.

Bloody, bloody, such a great way to die.

He won't stand up again.

…”

It would be hard for people from other countries to imagine that a paratrooper team wrote a military song for itself that actually described how a paratrooper was thrown to death due to a parachute accident. It even described the process in such detail and bloody terms. A gust of wind

Blow, blowing the last few lines of the song into Ron's ears:

"He fell to the ground, making a sound of tearing gold and silk,

His blood rose like a fountain. His companions shouted:

What a fucking terrible way to die.

He rolled around on the ground several times, covered in his own blood.

He won't stand up again.

Bloody, bloody, such a great way to die.

He won't stand up again.

Blood was stained on the parachute rope, and brains were smeared all over the umbrella cover.

Intestines swayed in his paratrooper jacket.

He was reduced to a pulp and had to be poured out of his boots.

He won't stand up again.

Bloody, bloody, such a great way to die.

He won't stand up again

…”

"These crazy boys," Colonel Speer laughed, "are the only ones who can sing such a song so cheerfully and even cheerfully. But this tune is quite popular.

I know that many British people like its music very much, but they don’t like the lyrics of our song very much..."

This was the first time for Ron to hear this song, which was full of a strange spirit of optimism. However, he was very familiar with the tune: "Damn it! Isn't this the team song of Manchester United? Isn't this the official song of Manchester United?"
Chapter completed!