Chapter 394 The Blue Blood Sky (Part 1)
Some talented and courageous German pilots controlled their Stuka aircraft, roaring and diving to an altitude of 300 meters or even lower before launching a bomb attack and quickly recovering and pulling up.
There is no doubt about the lethality of the 250kg aerial bomb whose accuracy is limited to a range of five meters. Even the armored steel behemoth KV1 cannot withstand an aerial bomb explosion at such a close range.
Boom——Boom——
The roars of huge explosions one after another were so loud that they almost tore Malashenko's eardrums to pieces. The KV1s desperately moving their heavy bodies in the snow were simply unbearable from the perspective of the German pilots. It is much easier to attack these bulky and defenseless ground targets than a turtle strolling on the beach.
After a fierce armor stranglehold, Malashenko's command, which originally had an absolute numerical advantage over the German armored groups, immediately began to take a turn for the worse after the Luftwaffe's ground attack support arrived. KV1 heavy tanks were destroyed one after another. The corpses that were blown up in the powerful aerial bomb explosion were tragically separated. Such a tragic scene can be said to be the first time Malashenko has encountered it since he traveled to this different world.
The Stukas, which kept flying up and down in the sky, repeatedly diving to drop bombs and then pulling up again, were like vultures hovering over a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, unwilling to leave and maintaining a strong momentum of ground attacks. Aerial bombs are still falling towards Malashenko's headquarters in dense numbers like rain of bullets.
Malashenko, who was almost out of breath after being crushed by the German air force, had no time to issue further orders. The truth that takes advantage of your illness and kills you once again appeared in front of Malashenko in a very real and slap-in-the-face manner.
The German armored troop group that was about to be completely crushed to death by Malashenko just now actually relied on the help of the air force man above him and began to pounce towards the suppressed Soviet tanks again. The accelerator was stepped on. The ferocious scene of death and continuous firing of artillery regardless of accuracy during the march. People who don't know may think that these German armored soldiers are firing King Tigers instead of Junk III.
Malashenko, who was ridden on his head by these half-dead German garbage tanks, was immediately furious. The German armored soldiers' "no idea of life and death" and the arrogant counterattack arrogance of several kilograms completely angered Malashenko. division.
Knowing that his own heavy tank troops had no chance of escaping in front of the Stuka, which moved nimbly and moved at hundreds of kilometers per hour, Malashenko, who kept doing nothing, simply made a mistake.
"It's all death anyway. Even if I die here today, I will drag you Germans on my back! I have prepared German-language first-class tickets for you in the Hell Express train!"
After the battle, Malashenko, who had become extremely crazy in his heart, had red eyes and was desperate. The soaring adrenaline drove the most primitive madness and wildness of a male creature to launch a counterattack against the opponent who dared to call for provocation. Even if the army is wiped out here, it is still Malashenko's truest thought at this moment to pull in this group of German armored soldiers to back him up.
"All crews, listen up! We can't escape the attacks of these Kraut planes in the sky, but there is one thing we can do before that. We can pull up those Kraut tanks that dare to charge us regardless of life and death. Back them up! At least take them to kneel down in front of Comrade Lenin and repent!"
It has to be said that Malashenko, who comes from an open-minded generation and is very good at talking, knows how to inspire and boost morale in this special era.
The Soviet troops who could serve as tank soldiers, a violent technical arm, were almost without exception Slavic men with straightforward and even violent personalities. The desperate situation of being pushed to the death line by the Luftwaffe not only failed to crush the morale of these elite crews, but instead inspired even more madness and
Malashenko's roar on the entire regiment-level radio communication channel also acted like a catalyst. These Soviet tank soldiers, who no longer care about their personal life and death, have only one thought in their minds right now, and that is to pull more German tanks to support them before their vehicles are blown up and their bodies are separated.
"Seryozha, start the car and lead us to rush over and crush those Germans! Kirill, hold the armor-piercing bullets in your arms! Iushkin, you know what to do and let the Germans on the other side know what will happen. Who will go to hell first?"
Following an order from Malashenko, a group of KV1s who had originally tried to perform evasive maneuvers to avoid the indiscriminate bombing by the Germans immediately turned around and headed straight upstream, heading towards the same river like knights with full power. The oncoming German armored group launched a final charge.
He originally thought that launching a charge with the support of the air force was just a matter of course and would speed up the crushing of the Soviet tanks. Lieutenant Colonel Walter's eyes widened and he was quite surprised. He had no idea that his opponent would be here. At this time, he still launched a desperate counterattack.
Being able to make such a decision in such a desperate situation, the commander of this Soviet heavy tank unit seemed to Lieutenant Colonel Walter to be either a madman or a fool. But judging from the result of the heavy losses just now, Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who knew very well what kind of powerful opponent he was facing, was more willing to believe in the former.
"Pay our last noble tribute to our opponents, gentlemen! Load the armor-piercing ammunition, stop the car immediately, and let us send these brave Russians on their last journey!"
With the support of our own air support overhead, there is no doubt about the final result. This Soviet heavy tank force in despair will be completely destroyed in a few minutes at most.
Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who had infinite respect for his opponent's brave final charge, and in line with the noble battlefield spirit inherited from the Prussian era, made a final knightly showdown with Malashenko's troops who launched the charge. final decision.
Lieutenant Colonel Walter's wishful thinking of a knightly duel could not affect the group of death vultures hovering in the sky. Seeing that the Soviet heavy tank group that had been suppressed by his side still had the courage to launch a counterattack, he felt that this was The German pilots, who were mercilessly slapped in the face, immediately increased their attack intensity with annoyance and anger, swooping down from the sky with unreserved and more ferocious firepower.
Seeing all the crazy things going on in the German army at a distance enough to be seen, I pushed the engine output to the maximum power while holding the slightly trembling joystick, and immediately spoke to myself with a powerful and confident voice. The gesture echoed in the small cockpit.
"Bullying a tank on the ground that can't fight back is nothing. Let me, Pokryshkin, come and test the air combat skills of you Fascists!"
