Chapter 1074 Let’s compare our calibers?

One of the things that Malashenko hates the most is having those nasty flies of the German Air Force sit on his head and shit, but he has no choice but to be bombed in front of his eyes. This feeling is extremely frustrating and depressing.

In fact, it's not just Malashenko. This is the same for all armored commanders in the world. No one wants to experience the feeling of being pooped and peed on the head of a plane. This is simply terrible.

But now, things are turning, and the fate of heaven is reincarnated. The feeling that once caused Malashenko so much pain has come to the Germans themselves. He retaliates in kind and is pinned to the ground by Soviet attack planes and bombers. The frantic friction of the Guards Flagship Division was met with great misfortune in an instant.

The roaring IL-2 attack aircraft and Figure 2 tactical bombers spread death and destruction to the battlefield. Under the roar of the Steel Wings, the frightened SS infantry who fled in all directions were instantly blown away and suffered heavy losses.

Machine gun bullets, machine gun shells, rockets, aerial bombs

All the weapons that could launch an attack on the German army were put into use, and the explosive flames were like a prairie fire, covering the entire German army in a short time.

First there was machine gun strafing, then rocket salvoes, and finally the aerial bombs carried in the belly bomb bay were thrown into the faces of the Germans for the final attack, but it would be too simple to think that it would all end here. ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

The Il-2, which was whizzing by almost close to the ground, had just pulled up and entered the climbing phase, and it was time for the self-defense machine gunner in the back seat to come on stage.

The 7mm Berezin machine gun aimed its tracer barrage at the German infantry on the ground and fired wildly. The SS infantry who had just been stunned by the blast did not even have time to take a breath and were hit again by the machine gun.

The crackling large-caliber machine gun bullets scattered soil everywhere. The SS infantry huddled in the trenches they had just captured really didn't know where to hide now. Where could they be considered safe and able to protect themselves? This little life.

The approaching swarm of Russian steel monsters will be on their faces within a minute, and the attack planes and bombers in the sky are still using all available weapons to fire.

The scene of all kinds of weapons being smashed on the head as if they were free made the SS infantry have no doubts. If propellers were also usable weapons, those Russian pilots would definitely launch the propellers and throw them over their heads. , just like the meat grinder used to process raw meat in a slaughterhouse, it instantly grinds itself into pieces without leaving any traces.

When will this hellish air raid end? The SS infantrymen, whose ears were ringing and their eyes were dizzy, had no time to think about it and had no idea at all.

At this moment, most people have lost the ability to continue to resist the Soviet charge, but there are still a few unbelievably fanatical desperadoes who dare to stand up and pick up the things in their hands to fight back.

But adhering to the enduring truth of gunning down the first bird, the fate of these SS infantrymen on both sides who are so bold will obviously not be good.

"Damn Russians! Shit-eating Stalin!"

It is a common situation to be drunk and emboldened. Similarly, saying a few cruel words when preparing to do something can also embolden oneself and make the already fanatical believers become more desperate.

Da da da da——

An SS infantryman who could no longer stand the tremendous pressure on the verge of collapse stood up instantly, pointed the brand-new MG42 general machine gun in his hand at the target in front of him, and fired directly from the waist.

The standard and pure Germanic blood advertised by the head of state gave him a tall and strong figure of over 1.8 meters, and his unicorn arms were as thick as a little girl's thighs. He held the matchstick-like MG42 in his arms, and held it directly with the other hand. Use the front bipod to maintain balance, control the rear seat, and pour out firepower.

The extremely fast-firing MG42 cloth tearing machine is equipped with a 75-round drum that has the same appearance as the previous MG34. Instead of firing in bursts, it directly fires wildly, and dozens of bullets pour out in an instant.

Several Red Army soldiers who were about to rush in front of them were instantly knocked to the ground by the desperate SS machine gunner who suddenly appeared. As long as the MG42 tearing machine with extremely fast firing rate is hit by a barrage, it will often be hit by seven or eight or even more than a dozen shots. If it hits the same part continuously, it can even directly break the arms and legs and cause blood. Spring.

From the perspective of machine gun design, this may lead to a waste of firepower. In fact, even the Germans who do not worry about ammunition consumption usually use MG42 for burst shooting, because it is too wasteful of bullets if this great master holds the trigger. And gun barrels, even if the deputy shooter has ten spare barrels and full bullets in his neck, waist, and hands, it won't be enough.

But in the current hand-to-hand combat, the MG42's terrifying rate of fire has been put to its best use.

Several Red Army soldiers who were instantly swept to the ground were killed without even having time to react. The SS machine gunners who were holding the MG42 for a while had to pay a corresponding price.

Just one continuous shot knocked down four enemies, and the MG42 loaded with 75 rounds of fully loaded drums heard the sound of the firing pin hitting the air.

The machine gunner, who knew how fast the gun in his hand could fire, immediately retreated back into the trench, took out the last spare drum from the magazine bag hanging on his hip, and opened the top of the upper receiver. Hang the drum on the cover, insert the magazine chain, snap back the top cover and pull the bolt to load the gun.

The SS machine gunner who performed the whole set of reloading movements smoothly was by no means an ordinary person. Generally, a qualified machine gunner would need seven to ten seconds to complete the reloading movement alone. With his fast and dexterous hands, he could do it in only five seconds. It was done in seconds, and the terrible battlefield pressure was as if it didn't exist and had no impact on it at all.

The SS machine gunner who quickly replaced the bullets did not hesitate. As usual, he stretched his upper body out of the trench again as before, raised the weapon in his hand and aimed it at the target again, preparing to pull the trigger and fire.

Only this time, the identities of the fox and the hound were swapped, and the SS machine gunners who had not yet had the chance to start a killing spree were now targeted.

Dong dong dong dong——

The decibel noise of the Deshka 7mm heavy machine gun when it fires is far duller and thicker than that of the MG42. If the MG42 sounds like a chain saw filled with oil starting, then the sound of the Deshka's fire can be described as "knock" gongs and drums" to describe it.

Needless to say, the effect of 7mm machine gun bullets hitting people, which even the 251 half-track vehicle cannot withstand, is obvious. The SS machine gunner holding the MG42 was already being attacked with a gun even before he felt the pain. It was torn into pieces by the heavy firepower.