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#1074 trap

boom

Dong Dong Dong Dong

Boom boom

Even through the smoke screen and thick armor, Malashenko could still feel the strong shock and roar coming from under his feet and around him.

A succession of aerial bombs were thrown into the smoke screen that had just been set up by the Stukas whizzing down. These strange death birds, which were said to be able to drop bombs close to the ground, did encounter some unexpected situations. The Russian tanks that they had attacked in the past

But it is rare, or almost never, to take the initiative to put up a smoke screen.

In the distant modern war of the 21st century, those twin-engine ground-licking drones with extremely advanced airborne fire control systems and battlefield sensing equipment only need to press the button on the touch screen to switch to the infrared thermal imaging perspective to deal with the dust.

with smoke screen.

The weapons operator in the back seat will have a plug-in-like perspective on every move on the battlefield, guide extremely precise TV guidance or laser-guided weapons, and bring death screams to any target on the ground.

But this is not a modern war in which Blue Star's strongest United States punches Afghanistan in the south and kicks Iraq in the North Sea. This is World War II in which the enemy can only be detected with the naked eye. Don't even think about various high-tech plug-in auxiliary equipment.

Well, the pilot's bomb-dropping experience and skills are the only factors that determine whether the aerial bomb hits the target, and nothing else.

The German pilots who suddenly encountered an unexpected situation had to adapt to the situation. According to the scene they had memorized a few seconds ago, they pressed the button towards the target position they thought they were most likely to hit, and dropped the aircraft carried on the belly pylon.

bomb.

The roaring explosion rolled up large amounts of smoke and dirt straight into the sky. The smoke barrier that had just been pulled up was about to be forcibly blown away by the shock wave, but the mortar position that was still executing Major Varosha's order did not.

The fight didn't stop there, and the fight was still going on happily.

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One after another, the smoke bombs fired by the 120mm artillery continued to hit the designated location as if they were free. The smoke screen wall that had just been forcibly blown away by the shock wave of the aerial bomb explosion could not withstand such a smoke screen.

Visible speed, he filled the gap before his own tanks were completely exposed, and raised the smoke screen again.

The response and reaction speed of the mortar position were very timely, but even so, it still could not cope with the dire reality of the situation. There were too many Stalin heavy tanks that needed smoke screen cover. How many tanks could there be in half a brigade?

The smoke bombs fired by wheel cannons can completely cover the area, making it difficult for scattered combat positions to be brought together in a short period of time.

The Stukas, which failed to succeed and were unable to continue to hit the target accurately, pulled up again and circled into the attack channel again. The Russian heavy tanks on the ground that were not enveloped by the smoke screen still had clear targets, and a large group of Germans died.

The vultures instantly changed their target and swooped down again.

"Don't just focus on shooting in one place! Over there, the tank over there hasn't been covered yet, fire quickly! Hurry!"

The anxious commander of the mortar company saw that his soldiers were too naive. When he couldn't help it, he almost kicked and beat them, yelled and cursed, and personally directed the bombardment direction.

The mortar positions that had turned their muzzles were pointed continued to expand the scope of the smoke screen, racing against time with the German death vultures in the sky, fighting for life and death on the knife edge of death so close at hand.

The high-altitude German fighter group responsible for air supremacy cover noticed the strange situation. The smoke screen coverage on the battlefield was rapidly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, all coming from the same position. Several 109s that were really invisible immediately separated from the group.

It whizzed straight down towards the earth that was not too far away with movements that were much more flexible than a Stuka.

"Kraut's fighter planes! Shoot them down quickly!"

More than twenty anti-aircraft guns belonging to the anti-aircraft battalion of the Stalin Guards' 1st Heavy Tank Brigade fired a salvo. The tracer barrage that had just poured down on the Stukas for less than a moment immediately turned their guns and pointed at the more threatening fighter jets.

group.

A 109 rushed at the front, and it was obviously a little dazed. It was unable to dodge. The barrage of 37mm anti-aircraft artillery that instantly enveloped it in a river of flames tore up the wing spar and shattered the skin in an instant.

It penetrated the bulletproof glass directly in front of the cockpit.

The 109 was beaten into a sieve, and its smoldering wings were broken off like a machine stick. The large scarlet viscous object splashed all over the cockpit had announced the end of its fate. A violent explosion shook the earth as soon as it hit the ground.

, the fire, flames and thick smoke that rose up instantly were no worse than an aerial bomb with a slightly smaller yield.

The broken wing of one 109 was insignificant, and more 109s who ignored it were alerted by the light speed of their comrades, and various high-speed dive maneuvers with instantaneous overload were violent.

The Soviet anti-aircraft barrage, which was calculated in advance and struck at high speed, flew into the air in front of the nimble 109, almost passing by the wingtips and belly of the 109 that were moving coquettishly.

The remaining five 109s that rushed towards the mortar position all avoided the fatal attack. The anti-aircraft gunners with full firepower were still desperately shaking the steering wheel and stepping on the high and low pedals to press against the enemy.

He kept chasing, but now that he missed the best interception window, it was already too late.

"Hank and Schmeisser go first, tear up those Russian mortars, use all weapons! The rest follow!"

The temporary 109 members of the five-machine formation did not just swarm forward in a swarm.

The Black Arrow 109 leader who led the team quickly judged the situation and issued an order. After receiving the radio command message from the leader, several 109s immediately changed their flight postures, two in front and three in back, divided into two attack waves.

, with a very short attack distance, immediately launched an attack on the mortar position that was already close at hand.

Da da da

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The nose aviation machine guns and coaxial cannons fired in unison at the same time, spraying out blazing rain of bullets. The cannon pods attached under the wings were also not idle, with full firepower, 792mm machine gun bullets and 20mm cannons.

The thin-cased shells of the aircraft guns were launched together, and the mortar position that had been continuously throwing smoke bombs was instantly filled with a bloody storm.

Machine guns and cannons tore apart bombs, knocked over mortars, and carved a long series of smoking holes into the ground, leaving nothing but destruction and death.

Under the wings of the roaring German war eagle, only the iron cross reflected the sun, flapping its wings and roaring. The unexpected death was just the beginning. The other three 109s that followed at the speed of light were the main ones to finish off the attack.

The Russians who narrowly escaped death and rushed to the trenches did not arouse the sympathy of these German pilots at all. Their fingers pressed the firing button without any hesitation, just as the Soviet anti-aircraft gunners did when they shot down the 109 a moment ago.

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