Chapter 1070 Fly high! Fly high! Fly higher
The small, higher-lying hillside where the three tigers are entrenched was the location Wittmann had chosen in advance. It was the closest to the Russian position and an excellent shooting point with the best view. The distance was about nine meters. Hovering around 100 meters to one kilometer, it can basically take care of every detail of the Russian position in front of you.
The first wave of main offensive troops of the Guardsmen Division, which had arrived in front of the Russian position, was about to make a breakthrough. Wittmann could clearly see through his telescope the final scene of the impending collapse of the Russian position.
Those Panthers and Fours were hitting the last machine gun fire points on the heavy fire position, trying to clear the obstacles for the infantry in the final sprint of 100 meters. On the other hand, the resistance of the Russian position that lost the cover of tanks was getting weaker and weaker. It was about to be destroyed by the bombs dropped by the remaining fighter planes that still had bombs. This battle seemed to be destined to end.
However, a burst of muzzle flash that suddenly lit up in the binoculars instantly interrupted Wittmann's thoughts.
The armor-piercing bullet that escaped was obviously not directed in the direction where he was, but Wittmann, who was responsible for the fire support mission, still had to carry out his mission.
"The Russian's anti-tank gun, 11 o'clock direction, reload with high-explosive shells, kill him!"
Hitting a covered target the size of an anti-tank gun at a distance of nearly one kilometer was a big challenge, but Wittmann, who was familiar with the performance of his vehicle and believed in his gunner's ability, did not hesitate. He issued the order as if it were a gun. It's the same as the anti-tank gun in front of you.
"Ah, I found you. Say good night, little Russian!"
boom--
The 88 gun made a lot of noise when it fired, and the rapid muzzle shock wave crushed the lawn under the muzzle and in front of the car body.
The 88mm high-explosive bomb with a considerable ballistic drop at a distance of nearly one kilometer flew straight towards the target with unusual accuracy.
There was no problem with Wittmann's decision. The gunner Karl, who was responsible for his responsibility, only used the first test shot to hit the position where he could effectively kill the enemy.
The final impact point of the artillery shell is about two meters in front of the anti-tank gun bunker. This exquisitely arranged anti-tank gun has its barrel almost close to and parallel to the ground, minimizing the exposed front projection area as much as possible. , if it is a tank on the same level or lower than the anti-tank gun emplacement, it is really difficult to hit it directly.
But the experienced Wittmann is indeed a master of site selection. The small soil slope where the three Tigers are entrenched happens to have a good high-low field of vision and a relatively advantageous curved trajectory. If used properly, the shells can be sent directly into the anti-tank gun emplacement, instead of hitting the earth bunker to hear the sound and doing useless work.
Therefore, although this shot was somewhat inaccurate, it still achieved good results due to the advantage of the shooting position.
The instantly rising flames and blast of wind swept through the anti-tank gun emplacements at the extreme distance. Several anti-tank gunners who were busy loading shells were blown directly out of the bunker and were hit hard by the shock wave. Even the gun was knocked to the ground. It was unclear how many millimeters and what type of anti-tank gun it was. The anti-tank gun was tilted to the side. It seemed that it could no longer be used in the battle.
"Good fight, Karl, keep going, load the high-explosive bombs and prepare for the next one."
Wittmann, who had his hand on the microphone on his throat, had not finished speaking. Several German fighter planes that were hovering in the sky not far away, as if they were about to launch another air strike, suddenly encountered changes!
Several fighter jets flying from nowhere suddenly emerged from the clouds at a higher altitude and plummeted down. The throttle valve was obviously pushed to the extreme. The roar of the engine was so fast that people had no time to react and were caught off guard.
The Stuka, which had two 37mm "cannons" hanging under its wings, had just licked the ground and was on the climb path. It was a fighter that picked out weaklings and fell straight down. It obviously didn't care what kind of situation its opponent was in. In such a state, a brutal fight for one's life is not a fair duel among European knights in the Middle Ages. Without hesitation, his thumb instantly pulled the trigger that was already ready to go.
The three 20mm cannons concentrated on the nose of the aircraft opened fire at once, and the dense crimson tracer barrage accurately hit the Stuka, which had an airspeed of just over 400, tearing the skin to pieces and interrupting the aircraft in an instant. The wing control steel cables cut the entire wing spar main structure into two parts.
The Stuka, which had a large wing area, immediately spun and spiraled down after folding its wings on the spot. The fire and smoke that came out of the broken wing root soon spread to the entire fuselage, like a blazing fire. The sky is as bright as a falling star.
It was impossible to escape by parachuting at an altitude of less than 1,000 meters. The entire aircraft was subjected to huge centrifugal force due to the irregular motion of the spiral downward. The pilot who was thrown outwards looked so panicked that he even reached out to open the flight canopy. Neither can be done.
The huge explosion and flames that hit the ground announced the end of the dive and volley in a brief moment, but the real bloody battle in the sky had not just begun until this moment.
The first few La-5 fighter jets that swooped down from the clouds were just the beginning. The Soviet fighter aviation units, which entered later and occupied the absolute height advantage and took the initiative, searched for those who were in the low altitude. After the German fighter plane targeted the target, he immediately swung the joystick and immediately entered the battle.
Having height has its own advantages. Energy maneuvers that exchange height for speed and speed for height will never go out of style.
The Soviet fighter aviation pilots, who had been able to achieve the same performance level as the German fighter planes, were not afraid and made full use of the height advantage they already had in their hands.
The La-5 fighter jets, which reached the extreme speed with high-speed dive, immediately bit their respective targets and opened fire fiercely.
The German fighter jets, which were much slower than their opponents and were still at low altitude, were naturally unable to get away immediately. They could only use heavy overload maneuvers to try to avoid the attack on their faces, but they risked stalling. The final result of the large overload energy black hole maneuver is not optimistic.
The brutal air battles that resulted in nine out of ten and even no return, time and time again, tempered those Soviet fighter pilots who came back alive from the bloody sky into true elites in all battles. The terrifying posture of fighting his way out alive in the blood sea of corpses in the Colosseum is no longer the weaklings who were just starting out in 1941 and were tortured by the German air force.
Having already predicted what kind of evasive maneuvers the opponent would make without having an advantage, the La-5 fighter jet, which has excellent low-altitude performance, bit the opponent's butt and followed closely. Ten rounds, one short, two With ten shots and one longer shot, whenever there is an opportunity to shoot, he almost never misses it.
The BF109 swayed left and right in front, flipped up and down, and continuously performed roller maneuvers and scissor maneuvers, but it could not get rid of the Soviet fighter jets that were clinging to its rear like a dog-skin plaster.
A fierce air battle like chasing ducks was fought in full swing at low altitude. The number of La-5 fighter jets that were swooping down from the sky was far beyond the limit of the endurance of this wave of German escort fighter jets.
The BF109s, who cannot protect themselves and have no energy advantage at all, are like mud Buddhas crossing the river. If they are not shot down, they are lucky enough to be worth burning a stick of incense.
The capable red eagles did not stop there. Their sharp eagle eyes quickly focused on the German bombers and attack aircraft that had seen something bad and were about to turn around and flee. A simultaneous eagle-catching chicken-catching game was already underway. It is inevitable.
