The brief rest period was not enough to regroup the exhausted German troops. Some of them even had only an empty shell that could barely move after experiencing the battle just now. Other than that, there was nothing more.
There was nothing else, as if even his soul had been taken away by the Red Army cannon that restored his soul.
So when the roar of engines from the sky was ringing in their ears continuously, many of them did not even realize that the crisis was coming and the disaster was approaching. Even the quick escapes that should have been made were visible to the naked eye.
The ground slowed down for half a beat.
"Air strike! Russian planes, air strike!"
"Hide, hide quickly!!!"
By the time these half-slowed fools finally came to their senses under the screams of their companions and planned to put some meaningful actions into action, it was already too late.
Woo——woo——
Those Figure 2 bombers that swooped down from the sky to improve bombing accuracy came with a roar of death. The wing roots of both wings and the belly bomb bay carried a total of four 500-kilogram unguided iron bombs.
, is the hell invitation from the god of death.
Of course, these bombing aviation pilots, who were well-prepared after receiving combat missions at frontline field airports, would not drop these precious four heavy aerial bombs on the heads of the German infantry running around on the ground.
, such waste is completely meaningless in the short run. The goal of this trip and this battle has only one goal: to kill the German fortifications.
The two-legged German infantry can run as fast as they can to escape when a crisis comes, but those fixed German defenses with no mobility at all can not.
Falling straight down from low altitude towards the top of the lid with extraordinary precision, these black iron bombs don't know what mercy is, they are even more ferocious and merciless. It only takes just a few hundred meters to hit the target in a low-altitude dive.
Just a few seconds.
Boom——
Rumble——
One after another, huge explosions were heard one after another on the dilapidated German positions. Those military-standard concrete permanent defenses that were strong enough to withstand the frontal bombardment of 122,130 grenades were incompetent in the face of such a palm attack that fell from the sky.
It's just paper and doesn't have any defensive effect at all.
The defensive strength, which can withstand even a 132mm Katyusha rocket hitting the forehead, is as if it does not exist in the face of a 500kg aerial bomb. There is no difference.
The huge explosion and the waves and shrapnel set off can not only smash the concrete cover, but also the bulletproof steel plate sandwich embedded in it, blasting through the scene, breaking through the innermost and last layer of concrete.
All that remains is utter destruction.
Countless cement slag and steel rebar fragments were scattered and flying under the spurt of high-temperature air waves, and they were scattered everywhere in an instant, all around.
The German soldiers who were there just a second ago have disappeared. In the huge explosion that shook the earth, not even a trace of struggle was left behind, and the land they once fought completely turned into nothingness.
But if you think that only the German soldiers holding on to the fortifications are the unlucky ones, you are totally wrong.
Those German infantrymen who risked their lives and fled around the fortifications, and occasionally passed by, could not escape the disaster. The huge explosive power of the 500-kilogram aerial bomb far exceeded the firepower of any land weapon, even Malashenko's most proud "
The power of the "land bomber" TOS-1 rocket assault tank is also difficult to compare with, and it can only be regarded as a younger brother.
This powerful collateral damage took away the lives of all the surrounding German soldiers within its killing radius. They were swept to death by shrapnel, blown to death by explosions, blown away by the shock wave, and hit the ground with their brains bursting and falling to death. Some even fell to death.
There were cases where large chunks of concrete were smashed in the face and their faces were covered with peach blossoms, and their bodies were exposed on the spot.
There are all kinds of strange ways of death. German corpses are scattered everywhere, with complete parts or in pieces. They can be seen everywhere.
The power of this large-scale single air raid involving an entire regiment is definitely commendable, especially the 500-kilogram aerial bombs specially brought to target those strong and permanently prepared fortifications. They are the absolute main course of the entire air raid.
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Every time this thing falls, it will cause a chain reaction of earthquakes and tremors. With such power, no soft target can escape the terrifying killing radius. At this moment, there is only destruction on the German position.
Continuous destruction, one after another, is repeated again and again, and the sequence continues.
Malashenko, who stood half-body outside the turret, could clearly see all this. The scene of rolling heat waves in the telescope was exactly what he expected and hoped to see.
"The aviation unit is almost finished here. Let's inform the people below to start and add more seasoning to the Germans!"
"yes!"
The messenger who received the mission immediately took the order and left to deliver the news. Malashenko raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly. The second wave of destruction at the promised time is about to come in the next minute. This will
It is the last funeral knell for the fascist scum across the street before they embark on a journey to hell.
"let's start"
Boom boom boom boom——
Boo hoo hoo hoo——
Zhukov is indeed generous and arrogant enough.
In order to help Malashenko to the greatest extent, so that the leader can free himself to fight this cruel and bloody hell battle that will surely go down in history.
Zhukov not only mobilized another wave of valuable air support for Malashenko, with the entire regiment dispatched, but also pulled the most elite of his several Guards artillery divisions directly to the ground below the Zero Heights.
They set up a posture and, together with Chuikov's group army's field artillery group, launched a hellish bombardment with intensive firepower that at least doubled the amount of firepower prepared to project in the previous wave.
The large-caliber grenade pellets that swept across the sky and the earth were just like rain. There was no difference. It started at 122, 152 was not capped, and the power of the artillery barrage fired by 203 was not inferior to the air strike just now. The power of a single projectile
What is lacking is made up for by sheer quantity.
After eating two 122 grenades in a row, a German fortification with a 152 grenade has been blown up, and most of the Tianling cover has been completely cut off, almost collapsed, and a larger caliber 203 came out of nowhere.
The millimeter high-explosive grenade fell straight down, with a thunderous explosion that was more powerful than the previous three shells combined, completely turning the fortification into a pile of construction debris and grinding it into powder.
Before this purgatory-like brief bombardment came to an end, the Red Army's steel behemoths that were crawling on the starting position had already left their respective starting positions and shot straight out like arrows from the string, heading straight towards the enemy not far away.
Jump away.
As Malashenko said, this will definitely be a decisive battle, and all the stories on this bloody highland will end here.