The small, higher-lying hillside where the three tigers were entrenched was the location Wittmann had chosen in advance. It was the closest to the Russian position, and it was also an excellent shooting point with the best view. The distance was about nine meters.
Wandering around 100 meters to one kilometer, it can basically take care of every detail of the Russian position in front of you.
The first wave of main offensive troops of the Guardsmen Division, which had arrived in front of the Russian position, was about to make a breakthrough. Wittmann could clearly see through his telescope the final scene of the impending collapse of the Russian position.
Those Panthers and No. 4 were hitting the last machine gun fire points on the position with heavy firepower, in order to clear the obstacles for the infantry who made the final sprint of 100 meters. On the other hand, the resistance of the Russian position, which had lost the cover of tanks, was getting weaker and weaker.
The remaining few fighter planes still carrying bombs were about to be destroyed by bombing and strafing. This battle seemed to be destined to end.
However, a burst of muzzle flash that suddenly lit up in the binoculars instantly interrupted Wittmann's thoughts.
The armor-piercing bullet that escaped was obviously not directed in the direction where he was, but Wittmann, who was responsible for the fire support mission, still had to carry out his mission.
"The Russian's anti-tank gun, 11 o'clock direction, reload with high-explosive shells, kill him!"
Hitting a covered target the size of an anti-tank gun at a distance of nearly one kilometer was a big challenge, but Wittmann, who was familiar with the performance of his vehicle and believed in his gunner's ability, did not hesitate. He issued the order as if it were a gun.
It's the same as the anti-tank gun in front of you.
"Ah... I found you. Say good night, little Russian!"
boom--
The 88 gun made a lot of noise when it fired, and the rapid muzzle shock wave crushed the lawn under the muzzle and in front of the car body.
At a distance of nearly one kilometer, the 88mm high-explosive bomb with a considerable ballistic drop flew straight towards the target with unusual accuracy.
There was no problem with Wittmann's decision. The gunner Karl, who was responsible for his responsibility, only used his first test shot to hit a position where he could effectively kill the enemy.
The final impact point of the artillery shell is about two meters in front of the anti-tank gun bunker. The exquisitely arranged anti-tank gun here is almost close to the barrel and parallel to the ground, minimizing the exposed front projection area as much as possible.
, if it is on the same horizontal line, or a tank positioned lower than the anti-tank gun emplacement, it is really difficult to hit it directly.
But the experienced Wittmann is indeed a master of site selection. The small slope where the three Tigers are located happens to have a good high-low field of view and a relatively advantageous curved trajectory. If used properly, the artillery shells can be sent directly into the anti-tank
The gun should be inside the emplacement, rather than firing on the earth bunker and listening for the sound, which would be a useless effort.
Therefore, although this shot was somewhat inaccurate, it still achieved good results due to the advantage of the shooting position.
The instantly rising flames and blast of wind swept across the anti-tank gun emplacements at the extreme distance. Several anti-tank gunners who were busy loading shells were blown directly out of the bunker and were hit hard by the shock wave. Even the gun was knocked to the ground.
I couldn't tell clearly how many millimeters or what type of anti-tank gun it was. The anti-tank gun was tilted to one side. It looked like it couldn't continue to fight.
"Good fight, Karl, keep going, load the high-explosive bombs and prepare for the next..."
Wittmann, who was holding the microphone on his throat, had not finished speaking. Before he finished speaking, several German fighter planes that were hovering in the sky not far away, as if they were about to launch another air strike, suddenly encountered changes!
Several fighter jets flying from nowhere suddenly emerged from the clouds at higher altitudes and plummeted downwards. The throttle valves were obviously pushed to the extreme. The roar of the engines was so fast that people had no time to react and were caught off guard.
The Stuka, with two 37mm "cannons" hanging under its wings, had just licked the ground. It was on the climb path, and the fighter jets that picked out weaklings clearly didn't care what kind of situation their opponents were in.
In such a state, a cruel fight of life and death was not a fair duel among European knights in the Middle Ages. Without hesitation, his thumb instantly pulled the trigger that had been ready to go.
The three 20mm aerial cannons concentrated on the nose of the aircraft opened fire at the same time, and the dense crimson tracer barrage accurately hit the Stuka, which had an airspeed of just over 400, tearing the skin to pieces in an instant, interrupting the flight.
The wing control steel cable cuts the entire wing spar main structure into two parts.
The Stuka, which had a large wing area, immediately spun and spiraled after folding its wings on the spot. The fire and thick smoke that came out of the broken wing root soon spread to the entire fuselage, like a blazing fire.
The sky is as bright as a falling star.
It was impossible to escape by parachuting at an altitude of less than 1,000 meters. The entire aircraft was subjected to huge centrifugal force due to the irregular motion of the spiral downward. The pilot who was thrown away looked so panicked that he even reached out and opened the flight canopy.
Neither can be done.
The huge explosion that sounded when it hit the ground and the light that shot up into the sky announced the end of the dive and volley in a brief moment, but the real bloody battle in the sky had not just begun until this moment.
The first few La-5 fighter jets that swooped down from the clouds were just the beginning. They entered later. The Soviet fighter aviation unit, which had an absolute height advantage and had the initiative, searched for those who were in the low altitude.
After the German fighter plane targeted the target, he immediately swung the joystick and immediately entered the battle.
There are advantages to having height, height is exchanged for speed, and speed is converted into height. The energy maneuver will never go out of style.
The Soviet fighter pilots, who were already on the same level as the German fighter planes, showed no fear and made full use of the height advantage they had in their hands.
The La-5 fighter jets, which reached the ultimate speed with their high-speed dive, immediately grabbed their respective targets and opened fire fiercely.
Not to mention that the speed was much lower than that of the opponent, the German fighter jets that were still at low altitude were naturally unable to get away immediately. They could only make high-overload maneuvers to try to avoid the attack that had already hit their faces, but they risked stalling.
The final result of the large overload energy black hole maneuver is not optimistic.
Over and over again, the brutal air battles in which the Soviet fighter pilots returned alive from the bloody sky were trained into true elites. They were like corpses in the Colosseum.
The terrifying posture of fighting his way out alive through mountains and seas of blood is no longer the same as those weaklings who were just starting out in 1941 and were tortured by the German air force.
Having already predicted what kind of evasive maneuvers the opponent would make without having an advantage, the La5 fighter jet, which was capable of low-altitude performance, bit the opponent's butt and followed closely, firing ten shots, one short, and two.
With ten rounds and one long shot, whenever there is an opportunity to shoot, he will almost never miss it.
The BF109 was swaying left and right in front, flying up and down, using roller maneuvers and scissor maneuvers, but it could not get rid of the Soviet fighter jets that were clinging to its rear like a dog-skin plaster.
A fierce air battle like chasing ducks was fought in full swing at low altitude. The number of La-5 fighter jets that were swooping down from the sky had far exceeded the limit of the endurance of this wave of German escort fighter jets.
The BF109s, who cannot protect themselves and have no energy advantage at all, are like mud Buddhas crossing the river. If they are not shot down, they are lucky enough to be worth burning a stick of incense.
The capable red eagles did not stop there. Their sharp eagle eyes quickly focused on the German bombers and attack aircraft that had already seen something bad and were about to turn around and flee. A simultaneous eagle-catching chicken game was already underway.