Chapter 778 Strange attributes added

Karachev was right about one thing. The Luftwaffe fleet hovering over the industrial area in the northern part of Stalingrad was still bombing intensively. The scene of Stuka and Junker 88s flying and roaring all over the sky was like a horde of demons! Malashenko raised his head and glanced overhead. At a rough estimate, there were at least hundreds of German fighter planes hovering in the sky!

"Damn it, I thought the German air force was wiped out, why are they still so fucking arrogant!?"

Indeed, just as Malashenko wondered.

Since the mass-produced La-5 fighter jets have successively arrived at the front line and started to fly over Stalingrad, they have become organized and engaged in the battle for air supremacy.

The air supremacy in the theater that was originally firmly in the hands of the Luftwaffe began to be lost bit by bit. The airspace actually controlled by the Soviet fighter aviation extending from east to west from the Volga River was increasing day by day.

The German Air Force, which had suffered heavy battle losses, was not helpless when facing the latest Soviet La-5 fighter. The BF109F4, known as the "Gundam F4", could kill the La-5 at low altitudes with ease. The German pilots had the upper hand in terms of experience. Under such circumstances, it was even possible to win from the beginning to the end with less victory and more pressure on the Soviet army.

But the most critical problem is that the Luftwaffe's forces deployed in Stalingrad are quite limited and have not been replenished. The Luftwaffe's most elite air fighter wing is still fighting fiercely in the Caucasus, but what is gathering in the direction of Stalingrad is Almost the entire strength of the entire Soviet fighter aviation force!

The German Air Force fighter pilots who gritted their teeth and persisted in fighting soon found in despair how futile their efforts were.

Today we shot down 20 Russian planes, and tomorrow another 20 will appear in the same area, and even forty or fifty more are possible.

Unable to obtain effective reinforcements, the Luftwaffe has fallen into a vicious cycle of fatigue combat. The number of single-person sorties per day has soared from the original two or three to an average of five or six now. The number of Soviet aviation forces is simply overwhelming. It is gradually compressing the advantage of the German Air Force and regaining the air supremacy over Stalingrad.

Malashenko, who has been resting in the hospital, has seen and remembered the battle over Stalingrad these days.

Although battles for air supremacy between fighter jets still occur from time to time, more and more fighter jets with red five-pointed stars appear above their heads. The situation of air combat has gradually changed from the original one-sided battle to what it is today. It's hard to tell the difference between victory and defeat and what comes and goes.

The German bomber unit that used to come to the city to drop bombs every day with nothing to do has almost disappeared.

After encountering early ambushes from several Soviet fighter aviation patrols or encountering head-on attacks on the way, the German bomber units, which knew the pain even after being beaten, no longer dared to be so arrogant as to attack at will without the escort of fighter jets. , Malashenko, who had been waking up to the sound of gunfire explosions and worries and frights for several months, found it rare to find two days to sleep well!

But precisely because of this, Malashenko, who thought the Luftwaffe had been beaten so badly, did not expect that today's Luftwaffe would dispatch more than a hundred bombers at once to wander around the city, just like a shot of chicken blood. Concentrate the bombing on the key strategic location of the northern heavy industrial zone in the city.

If the Germans, whose air force is already quite stretched, do not do anything after the air raid is over, Malashenko would rather believe that Roosevelt and Churchill would be more realistic.

"Move! Karachev! Go to the bomb shelter, it's across the street, quickly!"

The air-raid shelter Malashenko mentioned was actually an underground granary originally used by a grain supply and marketing cooperative to store grain. After Stalingrad was built into a fortress city, it was transformed and reinforced into an air-raid shelter by engineers.

Although this thing is not strong enough to withstand the precise hit bombing of "Meyer's French Sausage", it can at least block the blasting power of near-missing bullets and prevent the collapsed building from killing people. Yes, this is also the only place where Malashenko, who is currently standing on the street in a state of bombing, can go.

The frightened Karachev started running quickly under Malashenko's scolding, and immediately ran staggeringly towards the memory of the air-raid shelter across the street without looking back.

Malashenko, who could have been alone, now had the responsibility as a man to take Anya, who had a scalpel stuck in her calf and was obviously unable to run away, to a safe place.

"Can you still hold it in?"

"What?"

"I asked you if you can still bear the injury on your leg!? Now is not the time to treat the injury!"

Anya's mind, which had no idea what she was thinking, was completely blank.

Anya is not a warrior, let alone a person with a strong heart who can stand alone. She is just a young girl dreaming of the hero in her heart. Almost all the characteristics that a girl of this age should have can be found in Anya to a greater or lesser extent. similarities.

Anya, who had just had a close encounter with her "Hero Leader", was now completely unable to analyze the situation. She had a strange expression on her face that was cute, mixed with fear, and even a little bit happy, which could really shock our old horse. One hundred years of comradeship.

Malashenko, who had no time to stay with the little girl and continued to talk nonsense, simply stopped talking nonsense and repeated the action before, picked up Anya and ran out quickly to the air-raid shelter across the street. He never thought about getting up in an instant. Anya's rough movements hurt the wound on her calf and she let out a whine.

"It hurts so much, my leg."

"Bear the pain! Your life is at stake, shut up!"

When it comes to dealing with Anya, a little sister who is several years younger than him, Malashenko's previous attitude has always been that of a gentleman, and he has never even raised a high-pitched voice.

So he rudely yelled an order at Anya. This was the first time this had ever happened.

Surprisingly, Anya, who was in the princess hug state and was hugged tightly by Malashenko's arms while running wildly, seemed to have temporarily forgotten the pain. Her big watery eyes looking up at Malashenko seemed to be awakening. has some strange properties.

In later generations, some strong women often analyzed that men who work seriously are the most charming.

Malashenko, whose daily job is to conquer German sticks, is obviously not in working condition now, but he is also running around to save people with a serious look on his face. The comrade leader, who was dressed in a hospital gown, was in a completely different fighting state than in the past, when he was dressed in tatters and slovenly, looking like a farmer who had just returned home after doing farm work in the fields.

But at least, Malashenko is now in a fair and fair state after taking a bath. The sour smell of Malashenko, who is only left with the smell of opposite sex attraction, has a fatal charm for Anya.

A mosquito grunt that was so small that Anya herself could barely hear it, let alone whether Malashenko could hear it, immediately blurted out from Anya's mouth.

"Yes, Comrade Leader"