The third group used STG44 to knock down a pile of pilots and guards rushing out, while the second group threw time bombs from their backpacks under the plane and even inside the plane. The entire operation lasted for fifteen minutes, and then the transport planes lowered one by one and took the soldiers back.

The helicopter flew to the sea again, and the airport behind him heard a burst of explosions, and the entire airport was blown into a sea of ​​fire.

Looking at his "fight results" behind him, the German soldiers couldn't help but cheer.

"It's so satisfying!" Werner said: "I can guarantee that we'll blow up a lot more planes tonight than the Air Force shot down!"

"So, the pilots can all retire!" the baker replied.

"Hey!" the helicopter pilot turned around and responded: "The pilot is retired. Are you here to fly this thing?"

"Sorry, Ross!" replied the baker: "Of course we don't include you!"

As he said that, the German soldiers laughed happily.

Zhukov, on the other side, personally led his troops to the airport for reinforcements after hearing that the airport was attacked.

However, they obviously failed to catch up with this "game". The Germans were moving too quickly. It only took twenty minutes in total from discovering them to ending the battle and withdrawing from the battlefield.

So when Zhukov arrived at the airport, he saw only the blazing fire at the airport and the firelight of the fighter jets arranged neatly into scrap iron.

Zhukov waved his hand and the soldiers hurriedly put away their rifles and joined the firefighting team.

But needless to say, there will not be a few planes that can be rescued.

Zhukov grabbed a pilot running past him and asked, "Where is your commander? Where is Major General Bonresman?"

"I don't know, sir!" The pilot recognized the marshal standing in front of Zhukov's rank, and a wave of fear flashed in his eyes... He was worried that he would be thrown into the punishment camp or shot by Zhukov on the charge of running away.

But Zhukov had no time to pay attention to it. He pushed the pilot away with one move, and walked towards the airport command tower with his guards and a few staff officers.

It was unexpected and unexpected that when Zhukov arrived at the command tower, he saw only one corpse.

As expected, it was because no one had come to report to Zhukov, which seemed to be telling Zhukov that the airport command was finished.

Unexpectedly, it was because Zhukov couldn't believe anyone could break through a fortress-style building like the airport command tower in more than ten minutes. You should know that it was designed for enemy bombing, and the reinforced concrete on the top was five meters thick.

But when Zhukov's military boots stepped on the glass on the ground and made a few crisp sounds, Zhukov understood... The Germans not only attacked from the front, but also launched an attack from the windows at the same time, and the windows were the most unexpected and weakest parts.

When he walked to the window, Zhukov saw the broken ruins and bullet holes on the windowsill, he knew that he was right.

"Comrade Zhukov!" At this time, a staff officer shouted in the corner.

Zhukov understood something and walked forward quickly. Then he saw Major General Bonlesman, the bloody air commander, lying on the ground, holding a Tokarev pistol, but after checking, he found that he didn't even have the chance to pull the trigger.

In addition, almost all the bodies were facing the windows... It was obvious that the Germans first used firepower to attract their attention in the direction of the stairs, and then suddenly launched an attack from the window, which is the back of them.

"Damn fascism!" Zhukov punched the desk hard.

"Comrade Zhukov!" the correspondent soldier shouted: "Moscow phone!"

Zhukov hurriedly walked over, hesitated before stepping forward to take the call, and a few drops of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

"Is the airport a sneak attack?" asked Stalin on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, Comrade Silou!"

“How much is the loss?”

Although Zhukov didn't want to say it, he still had to report truthfully: "Almost all, Comrade Stalin!"

There was a silence on the other end of the phone. After a while, Stalin said: "Change the strategic goal, garrison the Caucasus Mountains, and keep the Germans from the Transcaucasus!"

"Yes, Comrade Stalin!" Zhukov replied.

Stalin was right. It was basically impossible to continue attacking when he completely lost air supremacy. If he continued to fight, he was afraid that the mountain division that had attacked the Caucasus Mountains would be wiped out.

Therefore, the only way now is to garrison on the spot with the German army in the Caucasus Mountains. Although Baku cannot be recaptured, at least the Caucasus Mountains can block the German army so that it cannot threaten the flanks of the Soviet Don River defense line.

However, even so, the Soviet army would still freeze and starve to death in the Caucasus Mountains due to insufficient supply.

"Do you know why we are always attacked by Germans and have no choice?" Stalin asked.

"Helicopter, Comrade Stalin!" Zhukov replied.

"Yes!" Stalin said: "This is a terrible weapon. Although its attack power and defense power are not strong, they can bring the enemy to almost anywhere. So the battle does not always happen on the front line as before, any point behind us... Command, ammunition depot, airport, etc., may become targets of the Germans. All these important places require defense, so there are loopholes everywhere!"

"Yes, Comrade Stalin!" Zhukov nodded in agreement, it was the same as he thought.

We must guard against everything, that is, we cannot guard against everything. As long as the intelligence is accurate, the Germans can quickly attack and retreat with one blow. The Soviets... because they don't know when the Germans will suddenly appear in front of them, they have to be nervous and alert for 24 hours a day.

"You have to find a way to deal with this tactic!" Stalin said: "Otherwise we will be very passive in future battles!"

"Yes, Comrade Stalin!" Zhukov put down the phone and couldn't help but feel at ease.

Although he has no method of knowing helicopter tactics... This kind of special operations using helicopters as a means of transportation does not have a good response even in modern times, let alone this era.

But since Stalin would let Zhukov find a way to deal with it, it means that Stalin has not lost trust in him yet.

However, this seems normal, because Stalin himself understands the consequences of this tactic and the difficulties in defense, so there is no reason to put the blame on Zhukov.
Chapter completed!