Kalachev was right about one thing. The Luftwaffe fleet hovering over the industrial area in the northern part of Stalingrad was still bombing intensively. The scene of Stuka and Junker 88s flying and roaring all over the sky was like a horde of demons! Malashenko
Raising his head and looking overhead, he roughly estimated that there were at least hundreds of German fighter planes hovering in the sky!
"Damn it, I thought the Germans' air force was wiped out, why are they still so fucking arrogant!?"
Indeed, just as Malashenko was puzzled.
Since mass-produced La-5 fighter jets arrived at the front line one after another, they began to take part in the battle for air supremacy over Stalingrad.
The air superiority in the theater that was originally firmly in the hands of the Luftwaffe began to be lost bit by bit, and the actual control airspace of the Soviet fighter aviation extending from east to west from the Volga River was increasing day by day.
The German Air Force, which had suffered heavy battle losses, was not helpless in the face of the latest Soviet La-5 fighter. The BF109F4, known as the "Gundam F4", could kill the La-5 at low altitudes. The German pilots had the upper hand in terms of experience.
Under such circumstances, we can even win with less and suppress the Soviet army's pull 5 from beginning to end.
But the most critical problem is that the strength deployed by the Luftwaffe in Stalingrad is quite limited and has not been supplemented. The most elite air force fighter wing of the Luftwaffe is still fighting fiercely in the Caucasus, but what is gathering in the direction of Stalingrad is
Almost the entire strength of the entire Soviet fighter aviation force!
The Luftwaffe fighter pilots who gritted their teeth and persisted in fighting soon discovered in despair how futile their efforts were.
Today we shot down 20 Russian planes, and tomorrow another 20 will appear in the same area, and even more forty or fifty planes are possible.
Unable to obtain effective reinforcements, the Luftwaffe has fallen into a vicious cycle of fatigue operations. The number of single-person sorties per day has soared from two or three times to an average of five or six now. The number of Soviet aviation forces is simply overwhelming.
It is gradually compressing the German air force's advantage and regaining Stalingrad's air supremacy little by little.
Malashenko, who has been resting in the hospital, has watched the battle over Stalingrad in his eyes and kept it in his heart these days.
Although battles for air supremacy between fighter jets still occur from time to time, more and more fighter jets with red five-pointed stars appear above their heads. The situation of air combat has gradually changed from the original one-sided battle to what it is today.
It's hard to tell the difference between victory and defeat and what comes and goes.
The German bomber unit that used to come to the city to drop bombs every day with nothing to do has almost disappeared.
After encountering early ambushes from several Soviet fighter aviation patrols or encountering head-on attacks on the way, the German bomber units, which knew the pain even after being beaten, no longer dared to be so arrogant as to attack at will without the escort of fighter jets.
, Malashenko, who has been waking up to the sound of gunfire explosions and worries and frights for several months in a row, rarely finds two days to sleep well!
But precisely because of this, Malashenko, who thought the Luftwaffe had been beaten sorely, did not expect that today the Luftwaffe would dispatch more than a hundred bombers at once to wander around the city, just like a shot of chicken blood.
Concentrate the bombing on the key strategic location in the northern heavy industrial area of the city.
If the Germans, whose air force is already very stretched, do not do anything after the air raids are over, Malashenko would rather believe that it is more realistic for Roosevelt and Churchill to have a gay relationship.
"Move! Karachev! Go to the bomb shelter, it's just across the street, quickly!"
The air-raid shelters Malashenko mentioned were actually underground granaries originally used by a grain supply and marketing cooperative to store grain. After Stalingrad was built into a fortress city, they were transformed and reinforced into air-raid shelters by engineers.
Although this thing is not strong enough to withstand the precise hit bombing of "Meyer's French Sausage", it can at least block the blasting power of near-missing bullets and prevent the collapsed building from killing people.
Yes, this is also the only place where Malashenko, who is currently standing on the street in a state of bombing, can go.
The frightened Karachev quickly started running under Malashenko's scolding, and immediately ran staggeringly towards the memory of the air-raid shelter across the street without looking back.
Malashenko, who could have been alone, now had the responsibility that a man must bear and took Anya, who had a scalpel stuck in her calf and was obviously unable to run away, to a safe place.
"Can you still hold it in?"
"What?"
"I asked you if you can still bear the injury on your leg!? Now is not the time to treat the injury!"
Anya's mind, which had no idea what she was thinking, was completely blank.
Anya is not a warrior, let alone a person with a strong heart who can stand alone. She is just a young girl dreaming of the hero in her heart. Almost all the characteristics that a girl of this age should have can be found in Anya to a greater or lesser extent.
similarities.
Anya, who had just had a close encounter with her "Hero Leader", was now completely unable to analyze the situation. She had a strange expression on her face that was cute, mixed with fear, and even a little bit happy, which could really shock our old horse.
One hundred years of comradeship.
Malashenko, who had no time to stay with the little girl and continue to talk nonsense, simply stopped talking and repeated the action just now, picked up Anya and ran away quickly to the air-raid shelter on the other side of the street. He didn't even think about getting up in an instant.
Anya's rough movements hurt the wound on her calf and she let out a whine.
"It hurts so much, my legs..."
"Bear the pain! Your life is at stake, shut up!"
When it comes to dealing with Anya, a little sister who is several years younger than him, Malashenko's previous attitude has always been that of a gentleman, and he has never even raised his voice once.
So he rudely yelled an order at Anya. This was the first time this had ever happened.
Surprisingly, Anya, who was in the princess hug state and was being held tightly by Malashenko's arms while running around like crazy, seemed to have temporarily forgotten the pain, looking up at Malashenko's watery eyes...
...seems to have awakened some strange attribute.
In later generations, some strong women often analyze that men who work seriously are the most charming.
Malashenko, whose daily job is to conquer German sticks, is obviously not in working condition now, but he is also running around to save people with a serious look on his face. The regiment leader, who is wearing a hospital gown, is also dressed in tattered and sloppy clothes like in the past.
, he looked like a farmer who had just returned home after doing farm work in the fields, and his fighting state was completely different.
But at least, Malashenko is now in a fair and clean state after taking a bath. The sour smell of his body has been shaken off, leaving only the smell of opposite sex attraction. For Anya, Malashenko has a fatal charm.
A mosquito grunt that was so small that Anya herself could hardly hear it, let alone whether Malashenko could hear it, immediately blurted out from Anya's mouth.