With Zhukov's order, the sky over the entire city of Berlin, as well as all the frontline field airfields on the outskirts of the city, boiled like dumplings being dumped into a pot on New Year's Eve.
"The mission is to support the airspace near the Capitol and conduct close-in ground attacks! Let's go! Emergency boarding!"
"Hang on whatever you have, bombs, rockets, whatever! Call all the ground crew over here, quickly, quickly!"
"Don't park the gas truck on the track, Sukka! Just drive this thing away!"
Those Red Army pilots who had just returned from Berlin became the first group to be "forced to work overtime", and the ground staff who serviced their Warhawks were also busy.
The cockpit glass cover was opened, and before the pilots who had just got off the plane had time to take a breath, they were gathered on the spot by the runway by the commander comrade holding a notepad and mission board.
There are no overly complicated task details, and there is only one thing that needs to be done from beginning to end.
Fly the plane into the airspace of the Capitol Building at low altitude, paying attention to controlling the altitude to avoid becoming the target of the other two air defense towers.
Throw bullets, artillery shells, iron bombs, rockets, and all launchable airborne weapons on top of the Nazis' heads. If possible, use up all the airborne ammunition before returning.
The pilots gathered together and stood on the edge of the runway to receive combat missions; while on the other side of the runway, the various types of fighter planes that had just landed were surrounded by a huge number of ground crews.
Rockets, he stuffed iron bombs into the belly bomb bay, and another group of people refueled the fighter plane at the same time.
"The situation and mission are clear! Support the Leader's Division and keep our victory flag! Let the Nazis see the power of the Soviet Eagle!"
"Let's go! Comrades! Victory already belongs to us, now let us carry out this great victory to the end!"
"Ula!"
"Ula!!!"
Picking up the water bottle that had been brought to the edge of the runway in advance, taking two sips and throwing it away, a group of "Slavic flying machos" who were tall and thick-set immediately turned around, going back and forth wherever they came, and once again ran like crazy towards the War Eagle that they had just left.
Ready to take off.
"Feed the Nazis more caviar! Treat them to their fill!"
The ground staff who were busy with their hands and feet evacuated as the pilots boarded the plane. The aircraft cannons in the wings, the aviation rockets under the wings, and the iron bombs in the belly bomb bay were all fully loaded. The pilots took the last step before closing the cockpit cover.
The thumb movement shows the most solid commitment to the "ardent hope" of the ground crew comrades.
One after another, the latest Ilyushin-10 attack aircraft began to taxi intensively along the runway, took off continuously, gathered the fleet after climbing, pushed the throttles hard, turned around, and rushed straight over Berlin, which was just around the corner.
At the same time, in the airspace of the Capitol and over King's Square, the tactical fleet that rushed in after changing the mission in the surrounding airspace has joined the battlefield. The Il-2 attack aircraft and La-7 fighter jets that were flying up and down were
Use the most intensive firepower to kill Nasu Luozhi on the ground.
Da da da da——
Dong dong dong dong——
Boo hoo hoo——
Boom——
Without the interference of the Nazi air force, which has almost become a thing of the past, the Red Army aviation tactical fleet, which rushed in from all directions for emergency reinforcements, has now reached the point where it has no scruples and can kill the Nazis as efficiently as possible.
The intensive firing of various aviation weapons fell from the sky like a rain of fire. Every Nazi soldier who was in the King's Square area at this moment could never escape the coming of death. The madness of flesh and blood was so intense at this moment.
Ridiculously powerless.
Woo——
A low-altitude La-7 fighter jet pointed its nose and opened fire suddenly. Two red 20mm Schwack cannon barrages fired like a lawn mower.
The SS infantrymen on the ground who were still trying to attack were unable to dodge. Two barrages plowed through the ground and a cloud of blood mist immediately rose up.
Screaming and wailing, I felt the red war eagle whizzing past the ultra-low-altitude airspace less than 20 meters above my scalp after a series of killings. In my vision, hearing, and in my whole head, I felt the Red Army aviation.
It is full and full but not enough.
Boo hoo hoo——
Good luck never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone. Immediately following the departure of the La-7 fighter jets, the Il-2 attack aircraft entering from the same attack channel followed closely.
A series of 132mm aviation rockets were fired almost in the face, exploding in all directions with a terrifying and shrill scream.
The SS soldiers who were swept to pieces and wailing all over the ground had not had time to take a breath. Even the seriously injured SS soldiers whose arms and legs were blown away and whose blood was gushing out didn't even have enough time to die quickly.
Violent explosions and impacts swept through again. The high-temperature and high-speed fragments larger than a slap split the head in half, flying the head with the helmet directly from the neck, and smashed the screaming and running SS soldiers from behind.
Cut it in half at the waist.
Explosives and chemical energy shock are not the main means of anti-personnel killing, but high-temperature, high-speed and huge amounts of scattered warhead fragments are.
Being mowed by fighter jets and attack planes wasn't enough. Soon, the surviving Nazis also became targets. The fate of the armored units was not much better than that of the infantry units.
The influx of aerial rockets broke the King Tiger's tracks and destroyed the running mechanism.
The four 50-kilogram sweet potatoes that were thrown out of the bomb bay during a low-altitude dive were directly thrown into the King Tiger's face in bunches and exploded instantly.
A series of loud explosions turned into funeral bells. When the dust settled, it had already begun to spit fire from its buttocks. The King Tiger with smoke coming from the turret had completely turned into a living coffin, leaving empty space for the seriously injured SS who had been concussed by the explosion.
The armored soldiers are still using their last strength to try and survive.
"Help - someone come and save me, give me a hand. Please."
The seriously injured commander really didn't have the strength to jump out of the car on his own. He was like a half-fan of pork hanging on the butcher shop in the early morning market. His upper body was hanging on the edge of the turret, and his lower body was still stuck in the car and was being roasted by the fire.
Unable to move.
No one responded to the young driver's call for help. The huge truths such as "A mud Buddha cannot save himself when crossing a river" and "A dead Taoist friend will not die but a poor Taoist" were vividly reflected at this moment.
The fleeing infantrymen were already too busy to take care of themselves under various aviation attacks. How could they have the time to take care of a few half-dead armored soldiers who were being roasted?
"Save-ah-save-waah!!!"
boom--
The conductor continued intermittently until his voice was distorted. Finally he could no longer hold back. The pain of being roasted alive became the last straw that overwhelmed his will.
While there was still strength in his hand, he raised the gun and pointed it at his temple, pulled the trigger and heard a gunshot. The whole world was cleared, leaving only a medium-rare corpse still on the "Tiger King Grill".