Chapter 1072 A turn of attack

Dong dong dong dong dong——

Ding ding, ding, ding, ding, crackle——

"Comrade Commander! The Germans are firing at us, they are coming! I can't see anything, there are shots everywhere!"

The thick smoke indeed protected the behemoth body of Stalin's heavy tank, allowing it to escape the deadly German air attack.

But at the same time, the equivalent price was that the Stalin tanks in the smoke had lost all their vision. In a panic, Iushkin even thought that the German tanks were rushing up and firing at him from all directions. , Fortunately, as the commander of the vehicle, Malashenko was not so panicked.

"Calm down, Iushkin! That's the German plane, it's the sound of the cannon's armor-piercing shells hitting the armor! We can't die yet! They are just firing randomly and can't see the target clearly!"

Malashenko admitted that the German air force was full of monsters and a lot of evil things, but no matter how many monsters and evil things they had, pilots with eyesight could see through the smoke barrier and accurately follow the sky cover of their car. The shuttle lifted itself up.

If this really happens, Malashenko said that he will definitely consider himself unlucky. You really can't accept the luck of picking up two yuan on the street, using it to buy lottery tickets, and winning five million.

Fortunately, the German air force is far from being so awesome, whether it is strength or luck.

He only knew that the side armor of his car was rattled by the air strike, but he had no idea where the air strike came from or how many German planes were overhead.

Malashenko knew that he had to make a choice between rushing out to support at the risk of his life, or continuing to hide in the smoke and be a tortoise to preserve his strength.

Without the direct anti-armor heavy fire support of heavy tanks, Malashenko can guarantee that the defense line, which is basically only infantry, will be ruthlessly crushed by the Germans in less than twenty minutes, and there will be no hope of a comeback. .

To survive or not to perish, this is a question worth thinking about.

Should the turtle continue to save his life or fight to the death? This is also a question worth thinking about.

Unfortunately, no matter what kind of problem it is, there is not much time left for Malashenko to think and make a decision.

The smoke that filled the outside had drifted into the car, and Malashenko, who felt that the vision in front of him was starting to turn a little white, put on a ferocious face and twitched his eyebrows.

Since the Germans are determined to kill me, what's the harm in dragging in a few fascists to back him up?

He grabbed the radio transmitter at hand and was about to rush out to fight the Germans for a fight to the death. What Malashenko never expected was that a familiar voice suddenly sounded at this moment.

"Malashenko, why are you still sitting there smoking!? The sky is full of our planes, and the German guy's dog brains have been beaten out! Come out and crush the fascists with me. If you don't come, I will Take care of these bastards by myself!"

Lavrinenko often disobeyed Malashenko's orders at critical moments. Just like that time in Stalingrad, Lavrinenko took the risk of being surrounded by Germans and just led his team to kill him. The attack, the long line of troops, and the dispersed German infantry attack group were directly dispersed, as if Malashenko was rescued from behind the German guy's butt.

That time Malashenko's order to Lavrinenko did not bring him back, and this time Malashenko's order was no exception.

The same thing is that Lavrinenko still turns a deaf ear to Malashenko's orders. As long as he feels that the development of the battle situation is fatal to his good brothers, I am afraid that the transfer order from the front army headquarters will not stop him from coming to save people.

Seeing that the German army was about to be successful, they suddenly felt the ground shaking under their feet. This feeling, like a small earthquake, was really indescribable and confusing.

"Russian heavy tanks! Oh my God, there are more than T34!"

More than T34. This is a wonderful way of describing only the German army. It is an exaggerated description and expression technique.

A German soldier can use this description to describe an extremely large number of exaggerated situations, such as "We captured more supplies than T34", "There were more Russians charging at us than T34", "T34 again" "There are not many French people who surrendered," etc. The specific situation depends on the context and the description of the event, and it cannot be generalized.

But when the two short sentences "Russian heavy tanks" and "more than T34" are combined together, the words suddenly change.

The level of horror is no less than that of Engström, who loved breech loading, suddenly resurrected, crawled out of the grave, rushed to the SS headquarters and bit Himmler on the butt, shocking everyone. .

So which one is scarier, Röhm being resurrected or Himmler having his butt bitten by a zombie?

Come on, who has time to think about caring about this? If you have this free time, it would be more interesting to guess how many treasures Marshal Meyer snatched from the Louvre of the Frenchman. Bet money, buy big, buy small, and finally leave.

But in short, the sight of a large black mass of Russian heavy tanks charging at full speed in the flying dust can really scare the timid recruits to the point of pissing their pants.

The battle in the sky so far has been a clearly one-sided massacre.

The losses of the Soviet fighter aviation units were not small, but the losses of the Luftwaffe, which was passively defensive and did not take advantage of energy to engage in low-altitude combat, were even greater.

The BF109s crackled like dumplings and continued to fall to the ground, burning and smoking. Occasionally, there were a few La-5 fighter jets that capsized in the ditch.

At the climax of the air battle, six burning Soviet and German fighter planes fell to the ground in the sky at the same time, but at different heights.

This bloody and cruel vicious dog fight in dark alleys was coming to an end. The Soviet fighter aviation unit, which had the overall situation in hand, sent out more fighter jets to chase down the fleeing German attack planes and bombers. .

Rudel, who fired a burst of 37 cannons at the smoke according to his own pre-sight, was also driving his Stuka desperately to dodge and escape for his life. He had no hope of being able to fight his way through so many ferocious Russian fighter jets. As long as this extremely heavy and pregnant seagull could slip away, that would be great. What else could he hope for? Want to eat shit?

The German troops on the ground, shrouded in dark clouds and growing despair, thought they were already unlucky enough, but now they were in trouble.

But the German nightmare is obviously not over yet.

As another roar came from the clouds above the sky, the German infantrymen who were the first to look up into the sky were almost speechless with fear. As usual, there were a large number of IL-2 attack aircraft that were "more than T34". and the bomber fleet in Figure 2, as if they have sharpened their butcher's knives and are just waiting to be slaughtered.

What was extremely unfortunate was that in the smoke that still hadn't completely dissipated, the Russian steel behemoths that had just been driven away by the air force actually rushed out again.

The real nightmare has just begun now