No. 1047 JG52

Malashenko guessed that the Germans who were unwilling to fail would inevitably launch an air strike. It was not the German style to not make good use of the air supremacy in their hands, but Malashenko really did not expect that the air strike would come so quickly.

The German aircraft fleet heading straight towards us was filled with darkness in the sky. At a glance, we could roughly estimate that there must be at least thirty or forty aircraft.

The types of aircraft are very diverse, including escort and slightly higher-positioned fighter jets, as well as bombers that join groups for warmth and fly in formation, such as Heinkel 111, Dornier 217, Stuka, and Big Yellow Duck. , Malashenko really doesn’t understand how the Germans managed to assemble such a stewed fleet of aircraft. This is obviously not in line with common sense.

But only one thing is certain. The Germans' massive air raids are not just for show. The iron bombs hanging in the belly of the plane are not fireworks. If you want to hide in the bunker, you'd better hurry up now.

"Malashenko! This way, come here! Hurry!"

Lavrinenko, who rushed out of the house one step ahead, was waving and shouting at Malashenko. Next to his feet was the entrance to an anti-gun cave.

A geotechnical bunker of this level might not even be able to hold a German sweet potato weighing 100 kilograms, but it was still better than getting into an open trench. Malashenko, who didn't dare to delay any further, almost didn't even think about it. He rushed towards Lavrinenko's location.

"Hurry in, the German plane is coming!"

He called Malashenko to quickly get into the hole. Before Lavrinenko could finish his words or even touch the ground, the first Stuka that broke away from the formation and swooped down had already reached his head.

call out--

"Bomb! Get out of the way!"

boom--

When he first arrived in the cave, before he had time to gain a firm footing, Malashenko, who was hunched over, felt the mountain shaking beneath his feet, like a landslide, and the huge explosion sounded even through the reinforcement layer above his head. Vaguely discernible.

"Excuse me, mother! This is at least 500 fucking kilograms!"

The Stuka, which threw the aerial bomb at the center of the rear of the position, quickly pulled up and climbed up. A 500-kilogram heavy aerial bomb detonated and a black mushroom cloud flew directly over 20 meters high, destroying the already devastated position. Add a new huge pit.

Different from the passive bombings in the past, this time the Red Army, which had built complete fortifications well in advance, came prepared. The anti-aircraft gun emplacements that had been concealed suddenly lost their camouflage and opened fire decisively.

Dong dong dong dong——

The 1939-type 61K 37mm single-barreled anti-aircraft gun sprayed out fiery tongues of flames and hit the Stuka. The Stuka, which had just finished bombing, was still climbing at an upward angle, and its body energy was being depleted at an extremely rapid rate. In exchange for the high altitude, the flying speed is comparable to the early 400s and the huge body like a pregnant seagull is impossible to dodge.

The Red Army anti-aircraft artillery team, which gradually accumulated rich experience in air defense operations during the protracted and high-intensity war, did not let this precious shooting window slip away from its hands.

The 37mm anti-aircraft high-explosive tracer bullet directly cut open the skin of the aircraft, penetrated into the belly of the Stuka, which was trapped by the god of death, and then hit the main structural beam of the aircraft directly before detonating on the spot near the fuel tank. .

boom--

Unfortunately, the Stuka pilot who had never even had a chance to parachute was killed in the cockpit by a 37mm shell from behind on the spot. A large piece of high-speed impact shrapnel almost cut off his head. Half of it fell off.

The Stuka lost control and fell to the ground with its head covered in thick black smoke. The two 100-kilogram aerial bombs that had not yet been dropped turned the ensuing explosion into a ball of flames, including the fuel explosion. The noise was no less powerful than the 500-kilogram aerial bomb just now.

"Turn! At three o'clock, the German plane is coming again!"

Compared with the little surprise when they first encountered a counterattack, the German Air Force today has become more and more accustomed to fighting wits and courage with the Soviet anti-aircraft artillery.

Taking advantage of the precious opportunity of the anti-aircraft gun to turn its muzzle to shoot down the Stuka, a BF109 dived down with a piercing scream at a speed of more than 600 kilometers per hour and launched an attack.

The 20mm cannon pod kits mounted under the left and right wings opened fire together with the 20mm axis cannon. Three 20mm cannons fired at each other, mixed with tracer bullets, quickly set off a fast-moving dragon on the ground.

The Red Army's anti-aircraft gun crew, which had not yet reached the hand-operated steering wheel in time, lost its last chance. The BF109, which won with speed, almost smashed the entire anti-aircraft gun and its crew into a pile of iron pieces, with its wings painted with black iron crosses. After the tremor passed by, only a piece of debris was left in place.

What followed was an angry barrage of anti-aircraft artillery fire from behind the Germans, but it was of no avail to the BF109, which was light and had just finished its dive and had extremely high storage speed.

The BF109, as light as a black swallow, flew up and down and shuttled through the barrage. The experienced captain of the third group of the 52nd Fighter Wing of the German Air Force performed his own personal aerobatic show wantonly, not caring that he was on the tip of a knife. Dancing, you may die at any time.

Another BF109 in the sky did not swoop down. Instead, it hovered on its side in a slightly higher airspace and watched everything on the battlefield below. It held the joystick in its hand and watched intently the performance of its old friend's personal show. Krupinski was moved by the scene and inevitably let out a sigh.

"Güntrall, the man who is always with death"

Before the sound lingered, Krupinski raised his hand and adjusted the radio communication channel. At such times, he would always remind his old buddy that it was best not to continue playing games with death.

"It seems that the Russian guy's propeller almost detached your head was not enough of a lesson. If I were you, I would choose to stay in the sky, just like I am now."

Güntral, who had already climbed away from the pursuit of the anti-aircraft barrage, not only did not show the fear of the rest of his life, but instead smiled and experienced the slowly fading adrenaline rush.

"You should come down and give it a try. This is more exciting than a Russian flying a plane into me! I can swear!"

"Keep it for yourself and swear to God, you idiot."

Although he was criticized by his comrades, it has to be said that Ginter's desperate actions did have some unexpected effects. For example, several anti-aircraft guns that tried to shoot him down at close range missed the opportunity to intercept the bomber, which was equivalent to killing Ginger. Trall used a wave of death-defying stunts to open up attack lanes for his own bombers.

Several Stukas roared down and dropped bombs along the path that Ginter had just flown. The flames soaring into the sky instantly swallowed up the fixed anti-aircraft gun positions and covered them with a cloud of agitated smoke. There were only a few of them. The last few anti-aircraft guns were basically wiped out by this wave of dive attacks.

Defend against air and let go, defend against nine out of ten.

Whether it is the current World War II anti-aircraft artillery or the later surface-to-air missile era, the classic war truths will always apply.