Malashenko guessed that the Germans who were unwilling to fail would inevitably launch an air strike. It was not the German style not to make good use of the air supremacy in their hands, but Malashenko really did not expect that the air strike would come so quickly.
The group of German aircraft in the sky heading straight towards us was filled with darkness. At a glance, I could roughly estimate that there must be at least thirty or forty aircraft.
The types of aircraft are very diverse, including accompanying escorts, slightly higher-positioned fighters, and bombers that fly in formation to keep warm, such as Heinkel 111, Dornier 217, Stuka, and Big Yellow Duck.
, Malashenko really didn’t understand how the Germans managed to assemble such a stewed fleet of aircraft. This was obviously not in line with common sense.
But only one thing is certain. The Germans' massive air raids are not just for show. The iron bombs hanging in the belly of the plane are not fireworks. If you want to hide in the bunker, you'd better hurry up now.
"Malashenko! This way, come here quickly! Hurry!"
Lavrinenko, who rushed out of the house one step ahead, was waving and shouting at Malashenko. Next to his feet was the entrance to a bombproof cave.
A geotechnical bunker of this level might not even be able to hold a German sweet potato weighing 100 kilograms, but it was still better than crawling into an open-air trench. Malashenko, who didn't dare to delay any more, almost didn't even think about it.
He rushed towards Lavrinenko's position.
"Hurry in, the German plane is coming!"
He called Malashenko to quickly get into the hole. Before Lavrinenko could finish his words and his feet had not even touched the ground, the first Stuka that broke away from the formation and swooped down was already above his head.
call out
"Bomb! Get out of the way!"
boom
When he first arrived in the cave, before he had time to stand firm, Malashenko, who was bent over, felt the mountain shaking beneath his feet, like a landslide, and the huge explosion sounded even through the reinforcement layer above his head.
Vaguely discernible.
"Excuse me, mother! This is at least 500 fucking kilograms!"
The Stuka, which threw the aerial bomb at the center of the rear of the position, quickly pulled up and climbed up. A 500-kilogram heavy aerial bomb detonated and a black mushroom cloud flew directly over 20 meters high, destroying the already devastated position.
Add a new huge pit.
Different from the passive bombings in the past, this time the Red Army, which had built complete fortifications well in advance, came prepared. The anti-aircraft gun emplacements that had been concealed suddenly lost their camouflage at this time and opened fire decisively.
Dong Dong Dong Dong
The 1939 Type 61 37mm single-barreled anti-aircraft gun sprayed out fiery tongues of flames and hit the Stuka. The Stuka, which had just finished bombing, was still climbing at an upward angle, and its body energy was being depleted at an extremely rapid rate.
In exchange for the high altitude, the flying speed is comparable to the early 400s and the huge body like a pregnant seagull is impossible to dodge.
The Red Army's anti-aircraft artillery group, which had gradually accumulated rich experience in air defense operations during the protracted and high-intensity war, did not let this precious shooting window slip away from its hands.
The 37mm anti-aircraft high-explosive tracer bullet directly cut through the skin of the aircraft, penetrated into the belly of the Stuka, which was trapped by the god of death, and then hit the main structural beam of the aircraft directly before detonating on the spot near the fuel tank.
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boom
Unfortunately, the Stuka pilot, who had never even had a chance to parachute, was killed on the spot by a 37mm cannon shell from behind in the cockpit. A large piece of high-speed impact shrapnel almost cut off his head.
Half of it fell off.
The Stuka lost control and fell to the ground with its head covered in thick black smoke. The two 100-kilogram aerial bombs that had not yet been dropped turned the ensuing explosion into a ball of flames, including the fuel explosion.
The noise was no less loud than the 500kg aerial bomb just now.
"Turn! At three o'clock, the German plane is coming again!"
Compared with the slight surprise when they first encountered a counterattack, the German Air Force has now become more and more accustomed to fighting wits and courage with the Soviet anti-aircraft artillery.
Taking advantage of the precious opportunity of the anti-aircraft gun to turn its muzzle to shoot down the Stuka, a 109 dived down with a scream through the air at a speed of more than 600 kilometers per hour and launched an attack.
The 20mm cannon pod kits mounted under the left and right wings opened fire together with the 20mm axis cannon. Three 20mm cannons fired at each other, mixed with tracer bullets, quickly set off a fast-moving dragon on the ground.
The Red Army's anti-aircraft gun crew, which had not yet reached the hand-operated steering wheel in time, lost its last chance. The 109, which won with speed, almost smashed the entire anti-aircraft gun and its crew into a pile of iron slabs, with wings painted with black iron crosses.
After the tremor passed by, only a piece of debris was left in place.
What followed were more anti-aircraft artillery barrages fired angrily at the Germans' rear, but it was of no avail to the 109, which was light and had just finished its dive and had extremely high storage speed.
The 109, as light as a black swallow, flew up and down in the barrage. The experienced captain of the third group of the 52nd Fighter Wing of the German Air Force performed his own personal aerobatic show without caring that he was on the tip of a knife.
Dancing can lead to death at any time.
The other 109 in the sky did not swoop down. Instead, it hovered on its side in a slightly higher airspace and watched everything on the battlefield below. It held the joystick in its hand and watched intently the performance of its old friend's solo show.
Krupinski was moved by the scene and inevitably let out a sigh.
"Guntral, a man who is always with death"
Before the sound lingered, Krupinski raised his hand to adjust the radio communication channel. At such times, he would always remind his old friend that it was best not to continue playing games with death.
"It seems that the Russian guy's propeller that almost cut off your head was not enough of a lesson. If I were you, I would choose to stay in the sky, just like I am now."
Güntral, who had already climbed away from the pursuit of the anti-aircraft barrage, not only did not show any fear of the aftermath, but instead smiled while experiencing the slowly fading adrenaline rush.
"You should come down and give it a try. This is more exciting than a Russian flying a plane into me! I can swear!"
"Keep it for yourself and swear to God, you idiot."
Although he was criticized by his comrades, it has to be said that Ginter's desperate efforts did have some unexpected effects. For example, several anti-aircraft guns that tried to shoot him down at close range missed the opportunity to intercept the bomber, which was equivalent to killing Ginger.
Trall used a wave of death-defying stunts to open up attack lanes for his own bombers.
Several Stukas roared down and dropped bombs along the path that Ginter had just flown. The flames soaring into the sky instantly swallowed up the fixed anti-aircraft gun emplacements, covering up a cloud of smoke and dust. There were only a few of them.
The last few anti-aircraft guns were basically wiped out by this wave of dive attacks.
Defend against air and let go, defend against nine out of ten.
Whether it is the current World War II anti-aircraft artillery or the later surface-to-air missile era, the classic war truths will always apply.