Not all Ilyushin-2 attack aircraft pilots are as skilled and as lucky as this pilot who left. When the Soviet Ilyushin-2 attack aircraft group poured firepower towards the German positions on the ground, they continued to attack the ground.
After nearly three minutes, the first IL-2 attack aircraft shot down by the German anti-aircraft artillery position finally appeared at this moment.
The Il-2, which had just completed a dive attack, was unfortunately hit by a German 7mm anti-aircraft shell on the tail. The warhead contained a 7mm fragmentation tracer bullet with an equivalent charge of 50 grams of TNT. Even when it penetrated
After passing through the fuselage skin, the Il's fragile tail, which had no armor protection, was shattered into pieces.
After losing its tail, the IL-2 attack aircraft entered an irreversible stall and rolled instantly, and then it plummeted to the ground while emitting black smoke.
According to common sense, when this kind of aircraft is absolutely impossible to save, pilots from almost all countries will choose to parachute to escape without exception. After all, nothing is more valuable than their own life.
But the Soviet pilot who was currently sitting on his driver's seat did not have such thoughts in his mind.
The moment the Soviet pilot, whose body was covered in blood, was shot, his neck was cut by several 7mm shell fragments that entered the cockpit from the back of his head and he was bleeding profusely.
Sparks and lightning flashed on the shrapnel-pierced instrument panel in front of him. The Soviet pilot, who was touching his neck where blood was pouring out, knew that even if he parachuted, he would have lost too much blood and would definitely die.
His increasingly blurred eyes could hardly see clearly the view of the plane's nose, which was shaking violently due to stalling and rolling. The Soviet pilot, whose right hand was still holding the control stick tightly, immediately made a decision at this critical moment.
A decision that the German troops on the ground never expected.
"Oh, damn. That plane! That damn Soviet plane is coming! The pilot didn't parachute, is he crazy!? Get out of the way! Come on, everyone, don't get together, get out of the way!"
The loud and frightening reminder was already too late at this last moment.
After losing the entire tail, it could no longer correct its course from the high-speed dive. Under the influence of gravity acceleration, the IL-2 attack aircraft dived straight above the ground at an angle of 60 degrees. Its speed has exceeded 600 kilometers.
Every hour, the four 110-kilogram aerial bombs and four under-wing rockets that kept their magazines open were flashing with a chilling light.
"Go to hell! Nacui!"
boom--
The IL-2 attack aircraft, whose nose touched the ground first, turned into a huge fireball almost in the blink of an eye. Four 110-kilogram aerial bombs, plus four aerial rockets, and finally the remaining half of the box of aerial bombs were thrown into the air.
Fuel, the resulting explosion after being mixed together in this way cannot be calculated by simple addition.
The blazing firestorm carried the scattered shrapnel and body wreckage, and swept through the entire German position within the explosion range like a metal storm. The German soldiers who were still fleeing were immediately blown away like a strong wind sweeping through a wheat field.
A large area fell, and even the wreckage of a German machine gun emplacement at the center of the explosion could not be found, and no one survived.
With slightly trembling hands, he held the telescope tightly and stared at the rising flames and explosion smoke that gradually dissipated. The huge explosion crater left on the German second line of defense seemed to Colonel Stockhausen simply
The average fish pond is larger.
"These Ivans are simply crazy! We are not fighting normal people now, we are a group of lunatics brainwashed by the Bolsheviks!"
After putting down the telescope in his hand, Colonel Stockhausen was pacing back and forth in his field command post like an anxious patient waiting for medical treatment. This feeling of tormenting the heart like ants on a hot pot is not for anyone.
It is definitely not an easy experience for frontline field commanders.
"No, we can't go on like this! If we continue like this, our position will fall sooner or later, and we have to find a way to ask for help. Even a little bit of help can be of great help."
At the same time, on the other front on the outskirts of Yelniya City, the Waffen SS "Imperial" Division was also trying to defeat the Soviet offensive force of nearly ten divisions head-on on its own, but was unable to fight to the death.
retreat.
The Soviet 122nd and 152th level division support artillery shells flying all over the battlefield were like free raindrops falling on the Imperial Division position. The Imperial Army held the binoculars in his hand tightly in the frontline field command post.
Division Commander Hausser was now covered in dust like a clay Buddha. The dust that fell on the head of the headquarters after being blown away by various large-caliber Soviet artillery shells was now falling on Hauser like a water curtain hole.
There was a rustling sound on your body.
call out--
boom--
Another Soviet 152mm high-explosive grenade roared like an old ox pulling a broken cart. After exploding next to the infantry trench less than a hundred meters away from the headquarters, a dusty SS first-level assaulter
The captain immediately rushed into the command post almost rolling and crawling under the protection of the two guards beside him who used their bodies as human shields.
"Pah! Puff! Mouth full of mud and dirt, don't these Russians' heavy artillery shells cost money?!"
Hearing his chief of staff's complaints and remaining silent, Hausser, who still kept his hand holding a telescope to observe the situation on the battlefield, was obviously waiting for his next words.
Sure enough, when the officer of the SS First Class Assault Group, who was also the chief of staff of the Imperial Division, vomited out the mud in his mouth, Werner Ostendorf, who was holding a telegraph newspaper in his hand, immediately became breathless.
Zhong spoke repeatedly to Hausser.
"It's all broken! Not only the radio antenna at the division headquarters is completely destroyed, but now even our division's telephone line to the 10th Panzer Division and the Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment has been blown up by the shelling of these Russians! Battle!
The engineer battalion has detached a platoon and is doing emergency repairs. Battalion Commander Schwaner reported to me that their battalion can no longer dedicate more combat troops to repair the telephone lines. The Russians' frontal offensive is now like a mad dog. They
The battalion also fought very hard.”
After finishing his words, Chief of Staff Ostendorf gasped for breath and immediately raised the telegraph newspaper in his hand, motioned to Hausser not far away, and lowered his body in the infantry trench to bathe in the Soviet troops.
Running wildly under the shelling, it was obvious that almost all of his energy had been exhausted.
"This is the news I just received using the telegraph machine at the Headquarters of the Führer Regiment! The Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment is almost unable to withstand it! The Russians put an entire reinforced battalion of heavy tanks in front of their position to attack in a concentrated manner.
Tokhausen was so forced that he sent us a telegram for help. Make a decision, Hausser."