The Stukas, who were driven out like a wolf into a sheepfold, were completely panicked. The Luftwaffe Ground Attack Wing pilots who were busy with crazy air strikes did not expect that the Russians
My fighter jets can actually come so quickly and with such precision, and they can catch one's own flaws without saying a word and beat them up.
The Stuka, whose flight performance has long been outdated, is no match for the La 7. There is no comparability in flight performance between the two models.
The ruthless Soviet fighter pilots were extremely efficient and achieved many successes in the first wave of dives. They also dispersed the entire German Stuka fleet, temporarily putting our own ground troops out of danger.
The Soviet fighter pilots, who were going on a killing spree, under the leadership of their deputy commander, tried their best to catch the heavy Stuka one after another.
.
The Stuka, which had no power to protect itself, could only make desperate evasive maneuvers to try to resist death, but how could the aerodynamic shape of a body as heavy as a pregnant seagull be flexible?
Being held down by a Soviet fighter jet is considered a lucky person. Some unlucky Stukas even have to face a Soviet two-plane formation at the same time, with the lead aircraft and wingman firing their bows at the same time.
Even if the machine body was beaten into a sieve and fell out of control, it would be fine. The wings were broken on the spot, and there were many unlucky ones who spun and fell to the ground. Some even got blown up in mid-air.
The fuel tank exploded into a fireball in the air.
The high-speed aircraft body fragments were blown away by the violent explosion, and even the Soviet La-7 fighter jets that subsequently bitten their tails and strafed to create this result were caught off guard and accidentally scratched the skin and damaged the fuselage.
The metal cuts on the wings were torn.
It is naturally impossible to say that this damage has no impact on the flight performance. Damage to the aerodynamic shape will inevitably have more or less impact on the flight performance. It is just a question of whether it is serious or not.
However, a propeller fighter is still a low-speed aircraft after all. The damage to the body skin of a supersonic jet fighter has a greater impact. In a propeller fighter, as long as the entire skin is not blown off by the roots, the impact on the flight performance is only superficial.
, it doesn’t matter if you open a few more holes in the wings, you can still fight.
Therefore, the injuries of a few scratches on the wing skin can only be regarded as minor battle damage. It did not affect the Soviet fighter pilots who were full of fighting spirit and continued to kill the German gunmen.
Killing these helpless Stukas really doesn't improve your skills, and it won't do much to improve your air combat skills.
But...this kind of one-sided battle is quite satisfying, isn't it?
Driving the war eagle up and down, maneuvering constantly, pouring the cannonballs filled with vengeful rage onto the opponent, tearing the clumsy and slow fuselage riddled with holes in an instant or even breaking on the spot, exploding in the air or falling to the ground.
A violently turbulent fireball.
In this era of scarcity of material life and very few means of entertainment, this is a good stress-reducing game, enough to make every real man and pure man excited for it!
For these Red Army pilots of the Fighter Aviation Unit, there will never be any more stress-relieving entertainment than killing these hated fascist bastards. It is this gang of bastards who spread death and terror in the sky.
The plague has spread the flames of war and air raids across the land of the motherland, turning all the things and memories that symbolize beauty into a living purgatory on earth.
For the fascists in the sky, especially those who drive Stukas and throw iron bombs every day, there is no need for any mercy at all.
Kozhidub, who was holding the joystick in his hand tightly and calmly driving his No. 27 La-7 fighter jet, was still fighting. Counting the fact that the butt he had spanked was smoking, it was swaying as if it was about to disintegrate in the air.
, the Stuka, whose flight altitude continued to drop sharply, Kozhidub had already achieved his fourth victory.
Guessing that his ammunition stock was running low and he needed to use it sparingly, Kozhidub, who had acquired four aircraft, immediately swung the joystick and stopped pursuing and shooting. It would not be long before the aircraft's body was severely damaged beyond repair.
The Stuka will fall down on its own.
However, if the airframe is damaged, it may still be possible to save it, but if the airframe is severely damaged and the butt is smoking, then there is really no way to save it. Either it catches fire in the air or the engine overheats and burns out, which will not take long at all.
The experienced and skilled Kozhedub knew this very well. It didn't matter which outcome it was, as long as he knew that the Stuka would definitely die, it was enough.
Kozhidub suddenly swung the joystick in his hand and drove the war eagle across the battlefield at low altitude. He deliberately maneuvered sideways at ultra-low altitude and painted the red stars on the wings and the Guards logo on the nose of the aircraft.
The whistling and violent wind passing by at low altitude were completely presented to the friendly comrades on the ground.
The soldiers of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, who were still enduring high-intensity air attacks by the Germans, could not have expected this scene and the huge changes.
First, he was dumbfounded by the one-sided and murderous air battle in which "Stuka dumplings" kept raining down from the sky. Then, he was stunned by Kuoridubu, who was performing stunts at low altitude, and his brain circuit suddenly shut down.
After coming back online, cheers like a mountain and a tsunami echoed over the battlefield in an instant, with each wave getting louder than the other.
"Ula! Ula!! Long live the Red Army Aviation! Ula!!!"
"Kick the butts of these fascists, go ahead! Lavochkin! Knock them all down!"
Passing through the field at low altitude, the deliberate maneuver to forcibly drive and boost morale continued. Kozhidub, who accurately controlled the joystick in his hand, planned to fly across the entire battlefield and then change his path and pull up.
But just when he was about to fly to the end of the war zone, the sharp-eyed Kuoridub just glanced inadvertently, and with his excellent eyesight, he saw a special and huge heavy tank with a striking shape that stood out from the crowd. There was just a man on it.
Just by exposing his upper body from the turret, it was enough for people to see that the tall man was looking towards his position, casting a focused gaze.
Among the tank soldiers who are generally short in stature, it is rare to see a man who is as tall as an iron tower. Coupled with the special shape of the huge heavy tank under him, which stands out from the crowd, it is inevitable for Kuoridub to be curious.
I further slowed down the throttle held tightly in my left hand, slowed down the speed of the passage, and wanted to take a few more glances.
It doesn't matter if you don't see it, open your eyes and take a closer look. The moment Kuoridub passed over the end of the war zone at ultra-low altitude, he saw the eye-catching white numbers printed on the side of the turret of the huge heavy tank.
Head.
"Car No. 177!? Is it him? Is it General Malashenko!?"
The name of the tank hero has spread throughout the motherland, and everyone knows it. Kozhidub also knew before taking off that the friendly forces on the ground he was going to support were led by Malashenko.
Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, the most elite heavy tank unit in the Red Army known as its leader.
The number 177 has long been closely linked to Malashenko's name, and it has appeared on the front page of Pravda many times in the form of photos, accompanied by the huge man of steel.
Those inspiring scenes of frozen battlefield scenes have long been imprinted in the hearts of countless Red Army soldiers in the form of black and white photos, boosting morale. Of course, Kuoridub was among those who were inspired.
Similarly, Malashenko, whose entire upper body stood outside the turret, was also casually saluting the ultra-low-altitude Tongchangla-7 fighter jet above his head that had just passed by.
Regardless of whether the pilot could see this salute or not, at least Malashenko could clearly see the red and white number "27" on the side of the fuselage. The name related to it in the memory of the distant future has never been seen from beginning to end.