Chapter 733 Lavochkin

Major General Osheim did not know the name of the Soviet commander opposite who gave him a headache, nor did he know that the Soviet tank troops that blocked the German armored soldiers in the train station and beat them to bloody wounds were exactly in the German army. Malashenko, the leader of the Guards' 1st Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, is known as the "Iron Butcher" among frontline officers and soldiers.

After being scolded by Paulus, the next offensive was inevitable. Major General Osheim, who was busy driving all the exhausted German officers and soldiers, followed Paulus's order and took out a simple table. The strong smell of blood could be smelled on the table. The combat order, he was going to invest the power he thought was enough to completely reverse the situation of the war in this afternoon's offensive operation.

Although Paulus had many shortcomings, he was obedient to Hitler, had almost no independent opinions, and was easily swayed at critical moments.

But there are still some remarkable things about this commander who came from a civilian background.

For example, Paulus was more considerate of his subordinates than most of the aloof Junker generals. Although he threatened and scolded Major General Osheim on the phone like a sharp-tongued man, in the final analysis he was still a bit arrogant. Paulus still mobilized the greatest support he could for Major General Osheim: a ground attack formation with a total of 12 Stukas.

The battle began under the swooping screams of these Stukas that were not even sent to escort fighter jets.

The sound of a 500-kilogram aerial bomb hitting the position is far beyond that of ordinary large-caliber heavy artillery. Even people hiding in the trenches in the safety zone will be shaken to the ground and take off with their feet due to the strong vibrations coming from under their feet. On the ground, Malashenko, who had temporarily left his car for safety reasons, was feeling this terrible tremor in the trench not far away.

boom--

There was another loud sound that could almost tear a person's eardrums apart. Malashenko, who didn't know how far away the aerial bomb was from him, could only feel as if he had become a fairy. In an instant, His feet were suspended in the air, and then fell heavily before he could react. Twenty centimeters of mud from the rain in the trench instantly splashed all over Malashenko's face and mouth.

"Gah! Bah! Bah! Damn, this mud is sour and smelly. I'll fuck the German guy! Damn it!"

The elegant and easy-going Malashenko struggled to get up from the mud and greeted the eighteen generations of the German ancestors. The German pilots in the sky seemed to hear someone on the ground scolding them. One of the planes had a load of equipment under its belly. The Stuka, armed with a 500-kilogram aerial bomb, made a turn and rushed straight towards Malashenko's position.

"I'll fuck you! Are you serious? Damn it!"

Malashenko, who was cursing in his heart, was about to plunge back into the mud to hide, but he did not expect that the roar of an aircraft engine that he had not noticed before suddenly came.

The fat and slow Stuka fuselage was set in the ring of the mechanical sight and the fire button was accurately pressed. The roar of the 20mm Schwak cannon and the 7mm Berezin machine gun instantly overshadowed the engine noise, and the battlefield was This unexpected gesture by all living beings in the world tore apart the evil enemy who invaded their homeland.

There are actually not many cases of being directly hit by an aerial bomb mounted under the belly of an aircraft, causing it to explode into a fireball in the air. The probability of this happening is basically the same as winning a lottery ticket worth 5 million.

But such a low-probability unfortunate event happened to hit the German pilot's head.

The 20mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb that penetrated the fuselage skin at an angle of 45 degrees from top to bottom continued to advance. After passing through the empty internal space of the fuselage, it penetrated the belly skin for a second time and accurately hit the target. The black 500-kilogram aerial bomb penetrated the surface of the missile body and exploded into a ball of bright flames before anyone could react.

boom--

What does it feel like when a 500kg aerial bomb and a half-full aviation fuel tank explode 700 meters overhead?

There are not many people who are lucky enough to experience this feeling and still live to tell the story of their legendary experience. Malashenko is one of them.

The debris of the aircraft body covered with burning fuel fell straight down like a meteor shower all over the sky. It was estimated that it should be part of the Stuka's nose engine, and the large black smoke debris hit it close to Malashenko. Less than five meters away from the trench, the loud sound when he landed even made Malashenko think that his life was really going to be decided here.

"Comrade commander, look! It's a fighter jet, our Red Star! Our aviation comrades are here to help us!"

The first person to recover from the strong shock was not Malashenko, but the loader Kirill who was hiding in the same trench with Malashenko. He raised his right arm and pointed directly at the sky. Even Malashenko couldn't help being stunned when he saw it.

"Damn it, I got air support?"

In disbelief, Malashenko subconsciously raised his head and looked up at the sky, and then he saw a figure fluttering in the sky whizzing past his head, with a red five-pointed star logo painted on the fuselage and tail. Seeing this scene, Malashenko almost burst into tears with excitement.

"I'm going to kill you, dear mother! I'm finally waiting for air support! I thank him for eight generations of ancestors!"

Malashenko, who was only thinking about his excited sighs, didn't notice anything different about the fighter jet passing overhead at first glance.

But as more and more fighter jets of the same type passed over his head, with more than a dozen of them, Malashenko finally noticed something unusual about these fighter jets overhead.

The entire milk bottle-shaped body looks stubby and stubby. In a sense, it has some similarities with the American P47. The rounder and thicker forward part of the nose is obviously equipped with a new and more powerful engine, which makes the overall visual effect of the aircraft look a bit uncoordinated.

Malashenko, who stood in the trench and looked up at the sky above, carefully studied it for several seconds. Only then did his disconnected brain nerves finally reconnect, and he instantly let out an exclamation that even he found unbelievable.

"Pull 5! It's actually a fucking 5! Oh my god!"

Kirill didn't have time to casually ask what the words Malashenko just shouted that he didn't understand meant, because the scene of mass killing in the sky above his head at this moment had already brought young Kirill to his mind. You were greatly shocked.

Those German Stukas who had just shown off their power were met with a one-sided massacre like being chopped up melons and vegetables. Tragic scenes of various volley explosions and broken wings disintegrating on the spot continued to take turns in the sky.

The batch of fighter jets that appeared above the train station and came to support them in actual combat for the first time were none other than the extremely early-stage La-5 fighter jets that had just been assembled and rolled off the assembly line at Gorky Factory No. 21.