Malashenko can predict that today's battle will not be easy, this is inevitable.
The Germans will use all their skills and abilities to deal with him. Malashenko can foresee this and is sure that he is well prepared.
But things that exceed expectations always happen too quickly. For example, Comrade Ma really didn't expect that today's battle would actually start with the roar of the German Stuka.
Woo——
"Air attack! German air attack! Everyone get down and protect comrade division commander!"
boom--
"Bah! Ahem...fuck you!"
With his elegant and easy-going voice, he quickly got up from the ground and straightened his back. Malashenko almost forgot the last time he was bullied by a German plane. The anger in his heart was accompanied by the anger early in the morning.
Not to mention how angry I was when I woke up.
"What a bunch of bastards! Where are our planes? Shouldn't air supremacy be in our hands? Where are all our fighter aviation forces?"
The number of Stukas owned by the Germans is not that large. At a rough estimate, at a glance, there are only a dozen or less than twenty in total in the sky.
For a major strategic counteroffensive of the level of Operation Bagration, the German planes are frankly not enough to fill a gap in this huge battlefield, and they are still used on the most important battlefield: the Germans are about to be taken over.
The air raid force at the dumpling encirclement point, such a shabby force, shows how poor the German air force is now.
Although it has not encountered an air attack for a long time, this does not mean that the air defense force attached to Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division will weaken and become passive.
In fact, as early as yesterday evening when the defensive positions were being built near the village, the political commissar in charge of the defense layout had already been watching the completion and erection of the air defense positions. All types of long-gun and short-gun anti-aircraft guns of the division's field air defense battalion were pointed obliquely.
In the sky, the gun barrel was raised high, pointing the black muzzle at the direction where the German plane might attack, and camouflaged it.
Dong dong dong——
Boom——Boom——
Under the premise of being fully prepared, the division's field air defense battalion had already entered the battle as soon as the enemy attacked, firing fiercely into the sky.
The small-caliber anti-aircraft cannon with a high rate of fire weaved a dense barrage of fire, blocking the attack path of the German aircraft and forcing them to be unable to drop bombs. The 85mm large-caliber anti-aircraft cannons were grouped into groups and directed towards the unified command.
The designated airspace is covered with firepower, and the dense black clouds of exploding anti-aircraft shells can swallow up an entire airspace at once, which is far more efficient than large-caliber anti-aircraft cannons fighting alone.
One Stuka was unable to dodge and rushed directly into the barrage of explosions from the 85mm anti-aircraft gun. It was very unlucky. When it got in, it was still intact, but the paint was slightly peeled off.
And when the unlucky guy jumped out from the other side of the black cloud of explosions, the skin of his body had been torn apart by high-speed shrapnel and was scarred by high-speed shrapnel, and the tattered beggar Hanako's clothes, which he hadn't changed in ten years, were still in tatters.
The serious damage to the body's skin was not a fatal injury. What was terrible was that after tearing apart the weak defense of the body's skin, the high-temperature and high-speed shrapnel still retained huge kinetic energy and continued to move forward. Finally, it crashed into the Stuka's body.
Aviation fuel ignited in the main fuel tank, and a raging fire broke out instantly.
The entire dilapidated Stuka immediately fell down like a meteor falling from the sky, burning with smoke and flames.
Scenes like this are by no means an exception. The serious shortage of German air raid forces and the anti-aircraft troops on the ground were well prepared and ready to work, making this air raid and air defense battle an evenly matched battle, rather than the traditional concept.
Overwhelming air strike superiority.
The Stuka, which had acceptable performance at the beginning of the war, is now an outdated rag. The Red Army's Figure 2 tactical bomber in horizontal and dive double bombing mode can bomb ten streets from east to west.
To deal with the Stuka, the Red Army's air defense force has already accumulated very mature experience. How much advance advance should be used based on the low-speed maneuverability characteristics of this thing, this is all textbook-level content that has been written into the air defense textbook.
Take down the Stuka, a stupid and slow pregnant seagull, and the first enemy plane shot down by a young Red Army soldier is basically like this.
The ground anti-aircraft firepower is extremely fierce and continues to surge.
The German pilots who were dodging left and right in the sky, constantly dodging anti-aircraft fire and dancing with death, noticed that some of the Russians on the ground who were not suppressed by air strikes and were protected by their own anti-aircraft fire actually climbed onto the tanks to control them.
The anti-aircraft machine gun on the roof of the vehicle joined the battle and opened fire on its own side.
For the Stuka pilots responsible for ground attacks, this kind of behavior is basically the same as spitting in the face. How do you still look down on me in spite of my air strikes? Do you want to lose all face and dignity? Or what?
But unfortunately, form is stronger than men. Without the intensive firepower of those anti-aircraft guns, the German pilots can guarantee that they will plunge in with a sudden force and instantly defeat those daring Russians with their people and vehicles.
But in the current situation, rushing down in the face of intensive anti-aircraft firepower is basically the same as seeking death. The Stuka's key armor protection, which is better than nothing, simply cannot withstand such intensive anti-aircraft firepower.
Sometimes, you don't even need to hit the anti-aircraft guns on your back. Even those Russian tank anti-aircraft machine guns mixed with armor-piercing incendiary bombs can easily knock down your own Stukas.
"Damn it! This battle can't be fought, the Russians' position is like a hedgehog!"
Translated in a down-to-earth manner in Chinese, the angrily cursed words of the German commander who led the air raid indeed meant this.
Soon, Malashenko, who was protected by the division's security personnel, saw those German Stukas who were driven out like poor ducks. After repeated attempts to no avail, he could never find a suitable one.
When attacking the channel, five or six planes were driven down one after another. After giving them nothing, they finally turned their noses around, waved their wings and turned back to leave.
Of course, before leaving, these Stukas casually dropped the bombs they brought into the village. In short, they could not bring back the bombs they brought out.
These 500, 250 and even 50 kilogram aerial bombs of different types landed in various locations in the village. Some did hit people and caused certain casualties, but after all, they were only a minority.
More aerial bombs fell on the edge of the village, in the open spaces on the roads in the village, and in houses where no one was staying. After a series of crackling sounds of walls collapsing, houses collapsing, and aerial bombs exploding, there was no more movement.
The angry Comrade Ma stood there and continued to curse.