Chapter 1775 Iron Sky

It was not only the ordinary IS6 heavy tanks that were attacked by the cannon bird Stuka's concentrated firepower, but also the IS4 heavy tanks of Kulbalov and Lavrinenko.

Dong dong dong dong——

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

A series of shells hit the heavy armor plate and sent out dazzling sparks. The crew members who were still fighting in the car were really uncomfortable, and their heads were buzzing from the shock.

Another round of German dive attacks was withstood. The thicker armored defense of the IS4 heavy tank, which far exceeded that of the IS6, indeed gave people a stronger sense of security. The sacrificed mobility was not meaningless. But Lavrinenko and Kulbalov really don't know how long such "good luck" can accompany them.

No matter how strong the heavy armor is, it will eventually be broken by a Stuka with a tricky enough angle. Before this moment comes, quickly come up with some way to stop this. This is what Lavrinenko and Ku The top priority for the two Erbalovs is now.

"Comrade division commander, the Germans' air raids are like crazy! Our machine gun anti-aircraft firepower cannot withstand them, what should we do!?"

"Malashenko, the Germans are desperate! You'd better think of a way quickly and see if you can get some fighter jets to support you, even a few. There is no better choice than this!"

fighter? Where the hell can I find a fighter jet for you now? Conjuring up a few F35Bs to take off vertically on the spot, and flying AIM-9X to fight Stukas? Or what?

Malashenko really hates why other people's time-travelers have plug-ins, and can exchange whatever they want for whatever broken mobile phone system they want, destroying the sun, killing the United States, and conquering the world in just a snap of a finger. ơɱIt’s great that I’m here, so I came here with a brain. Damn, I even inherited more than a hundred kilograms of smelly meat. If I really have a way to get a fighter jet right away, why would I just sit here and worry about getting angry? Hold!

Colonel Klose's cry of despair and indignation summoned the appearance of his side Stuka, so what could Malashenko's uncontrollably shouting "fuck" call for?

At least Malashenko himself was unaware of this and had no hope at all. This was just an extremely bad tone of voice, nothing more.

But we all know the fact that reality is always independent of human subjective will.

Whatever happens when it's time to happen, it will happen. This has nothing to do with whether Malashenko shouted "fuck" or "wori". The red roar roared from the distant eastern horizon. The War Eagles quickly confirmed the truth of all this.

"Comrade Major, I saw it! It's a German plane, and they are attacking our comrades on the ground!"

The high-speed cold wind blew into the rapidly rotating propeller vortex and whizzed past the cockpit glass. Kozhidub, who was holding the joystick with one hand and holding the throttle with the other hand, heard the voice coming from the radio unusually. It was clear that he was already excited when he took off, and he had been looking forward to this moment all the way to the emergency rescue.

"Every aircraft please maintain their formation! We still don't know if the Germans have escort fighters. The first squadron remains on high alert. The second squadron follows me. First, disperse the enemy's attack, and then crush these fat German chickens one by one! Ula! "

"Ula!!!"

The 176th Fighter Aviation Guards Regiment is a heroic unit that enjoys a high reputation among the entire Soviet aviation fighter unit. It is a top unit ranked extremely high in combat effectiveness.

But the most famous person in this unit is not the commander, let alone one of the top pilots below, but the deputy commander, who has been awarded two Heroes of the Soviet Union awards and can kill fat chickens of Germans like a chef cooking chicken. : Major Ivanikozhdub.

The La-7 fighter jet, painted with standard grass green paint and the red number 27, pushed the throttle hard, leading its wingmen and comrades in the entire squadron to swoop straight down from the sky toward the lower ground below. Those naughty chickens who were licking the airspace with great pleasure rushed straight towards it.

Maybe it was because the bombing was too exciting, too concentrated, or simply because the sound of cannons and explosions blocked the high-altitude roars of impending death.

All in all, when the Stuka pilots who were at absolutely low altitude realized that a disaster was coming and saw the enemy fighter planes, everything that was about to happen was irreversible.

He stared at a Stuka that was no more than 500 meters away in a straight line and inserted it into the aiming ring. His whole body was firmly buckled on the seat by the huge pressure caused by the high-speed dive. He was convinced that his attack would definitely hit the target. After succeeding, Kozhidub pressed the firing trigger without hesitation, and the two Schwark 20mm cannons in front of the nose immediately sprinkled crimson tracer flames on the target.

Dong dong dong——

The 20mm fragmentation incendiary bomb tore through the Stuka's fragile body skin effortlessly, as easily as a red-hot razor piercing a cream cake.

The exploding projectiles set off a series of small explosions in the belly of the Stuka. The flying fragments damaged all structures and equipment in the belly of the Stuka.

The fuel tank, the girder, and the tail rudder control cable that runs across the entire fuselage and connects to the tail.

The skin only had a few holes visible to the naked eye, but the inside of the fuselage was already riddled with holes and devastation.

The ignited fuel tank in the belly of the aircraft spurted out raging flames and billowing black smoke. Knowing that his car had suddenly been hit by a shuttle, the Stuka pilot desperately held the control stick, trying to level the playing field before everything was irreversible. Flying straight down towards the earth, but all efforts were in vain.

"I got hit! I lost control! Ah!!!"

boom--

The Stuka, dragging thick smoke and red flames, hit the ground like a meteor falling from the sky. The huge fireball and violent explosion sound that instantly rose were no less powerful than a heavy aerial bomb. power.

The too-low flying altitude doomed the Stuka to irreversible destruction. From the moment Kozhedub pressed the trigger, the Stuka, which was not at the skydiving altitude at all, together with his pilot, The only final result left is destruction.

Kozhidub, who succeeded in the attack, did not choose to break away from the climb immediately. Instead, he turned the control stick tightly in his hand at a low altitude less than 300 meters above the ground, trading height for speed, and then converting speed into maneuverability. Remembering the extremely small radius of rotation, the aircraft nose easily completed a large turn of nearly 180 degrees.

The muzzles of the two black 20mm Schwark cannons were already aimed at the next target: a Stuka flying around like a frightened chicken at 6 o'clock, with a hint of curvature at the corner of its mouth. Zhidub once again pressed the trigger without hesitation.

"Go to your Kaiser! Fascist lackeys!"