Chapter 1714 Nightmare Memoir

"To be able to be ridden in the face by the German's pregnant seagull! Shame, a huge shame! In a battle with such a huge advantage, where are our fighter aviation? This is one of the most important combat directions, and air superiority is also Why can we let the German flying rags ride on our faces so brazenly?"

Is Comrade Ma really angry or fake?

Of course he is really angry, and he has to be very angry.

If you want to say how Comrade Lao Ma evaluated this air raid, then it must be the most appropriate way to describe it: "the loss is not big, but it is extremely insulting." The loud and angry words in his mouth are the true feelings in his heart at this moment. Portrait.

"Prioritize rescuing the wounded, check whether there are any air raid fires in the village, and eliminate hidden dangers! Submit the summary of casualties and damage reports as soon as possible, and quickly notify the orders to all regiments and directly affiliated units. Go!"

Comrade Lao Ma is in a state of rage, and Comrade Political Commissar serves as the brains of the entire division.

After the messengers and communications staff quickly took the order and left, Political Commissar Petrov, who had his hands free, came to Comrade Ma and said.

"Okay, don't be too angry. Things have happened, and it is more important for us to deal with the aftermath than to worry about other things.

Malashenko put his hands on his hips and panted but said nothing. Malashenko, who gradually calmed down and returned to normal, knew that what the political commissar said was true, and that he would definitely have something to say next.

"This air strike must have been planned in advance. The Germans clearly did it in a targeted manner."

"These Stukas came for the air raid at dawn. When they reached the position, the sun had just emerged from the horizon. If I guessed correctly, these bastards most likely took off at dawn. The purpose is to catch us off guard and take advantage of the opportunity to make a sneak attack before our fighter aviation has taken off and the air patrol has not begun. "

"They obviously succeeded. The responsibility is indeed to eliminate the omissions of the aviation unit, but they cannot be entirely blamed, what do you think?"

Malashenko, whose eyebrows were almost knitted together, sighed, his expression relaxed and no longer looked so tangled, and he spoke slowly with a tone that was much better than the explosive anger just now.

"Of course I understand this, but hey, forget it, let's not mention it. It's over. Let Comrade Commander worry about what to do. Just report all the situations. Fortunately, we set up the air defense position overnight. , thanks to you keeping an eye on me, otherwise these dozen shabby Stukas would not have known how much trouble they would cause.

Malashenko really suffered enough in those days when he had no way to make any resistance and could only be passively bombed and run for his life in a panic.

This small loss but extremely humiliating air strike reminded Malashenko of the extremely difficult days in the past, and even more of the comrades, comrades, and many others who died tragically amid the roar of the Stuka. What innocent people.

If Malashenko's situation is left to future generations, it would almost be regarded as mild PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder). You can't imagine how strong a person who lives in the roar of terrorist air raids all day long can survive today. Those nightmare-like days are really unbearable to look back on. Malashenko's performance is actually quite good. .

There is only a short burst of emotion and catharsis, and he can control his emotions and quickly adjust his state back as a division commander and general, so if you want to say that Comrade Lao Ma has no problems at all, then that's okay.

After all, everyone has a different perspective and understanding of concepts, right?

"Strengthen the defense, let the air defense battalion be more alert and ready at any time. These shit-eating bastards will come again if they can't change. There are not many effective ways. The Germans probably won't just do this. Easily give up the opportunity for air strikes."

"In addition, contact the rear airport and ask them to keep an eye on the airspace of our battlefield! I don't want to wait until the ground battle is fierce and get rid of those German flies on my head again. This kind of thing will happen again. Wait I will go to Comrade Commander and complain in person, I will do what I say!”

"Well, leave it all to me, I will take care of it, don't worry."

The air raid is not a trivial matter, and what Malashenko said is correct. Naturally, Comrade Political Commissar will not express any negative opinions.

Malashenko, who was still in a bad mood, raised his hand and looked at the time on his watch. It was just over six o'clock and less than seven o'clock.

Judging from past experience, every German air raid is usually followed by a powerful ground offensive. In most cases, it is a powerful assault offensive with armored troops as the vanguard. The Germans relied on this move to show off their ferocity in 1941, defeating countless poorly prepared and chaotically commanded Red Army units. Malashenko also experienced this move himself.

Malashenko believed that this wave of air strikes by the Germans could not be targeted, and that there would be supporting actions soon. Combined with the telegram that Vatutin sent to him yesterday, I am afraid that an even more violent storm is still to come. to.

"Wait a minute, I'll write down all this for you! I'll use your German ground troops as a punching bag later, and I'll be clean until I beat the crap out of you!"

Malashenko, who was full of anger, had already washed the butcher's knife that had killed countless Germans, and was just waiting for these fascist pigs to hit the knife edge and seek death.

What happened next was just as Malashenko expected. After the failure of the air strike, the German ground attack remained unchanged and arrived soon. However, the way it arrived surprised Comrade Ma again.

Boo hoo hoo hoo——

"Wozhnima! Rocket launcher!?"

Malashenko, who did not often face German rocket launchers, was bombed again while in a defensive posture. The number of German rockets that roared in was not too many, and the accuracy was quite ridiculous. A considerable number of them landed in the village. Outside, some distance away from the position.

Obviously, this is not a problem caused by the accuracy of the weapon itself, but because the German artillery coordinates themselves are very vague and only the approximate location of the enemy is known.

After the sound of the rocket launcher explosion disappeared and slowly dispersed along with the fire and smoke, the Red Army soldiers who had been prepared and suffered minimal casualties saw a large black shadow emerging from the horizon in the distance, holding binoculars next to them. The grassroots commanders saw it more clearly and confirmed the target.

"The Kraut's tanks! Prepare to fight, comrades!"