Chapter 915 The Traitor

"The sky finally belongs to us!"

This is a sentence that doesn't sound like there is anything weird about it, but it can make our brigade commander almost move to tears.

Not since the Battle of Stalingrad, to be precise, it should have started with the second Battle of Kharkov this year.

Malashenko, who led his troops to fight and retreat, and traveled to various battlefields, was fed up with being bullied by the Luftwaffe.

These damn German flies were flying overhead all day long, coming and going as they pleased, either diving and bombing, or shooting and licking the ground.

A 500-kilogram aerial bomb hitting the top of the head can instantly make any heavy tank climax. More often, even if it does not hit the tank directly, the explosion of the entire 250-kilogram warhead charge several meters or even ten meters away can make the tank climax. The tanks were dying, not to mention that the Germans also brought the latest ground attack aircraft, the Big Yellow Duck, into the battle.

The MK103 30mm cannon, known as the best-performing aircraft gun of the Luftwaffe in World War II, is simply crazy for hitting tanks. This 30mm cannon with a slender barrel is powerful enough to fire tungsten core armor-piercing projectiles, which is enough to penetrate the Soviet army at an angle. The body dome armor and turret roof armor of any main tank currently in service, even a heavy tank with rough skin and thick flesh, would be difficult to withstand.

With aircraft cannons and bombs on his head, Malashenko gritted his teeth and endured extremely tragic losses until today. So when the roaring fighter planes in the sky changed from the German iron cross symbol to his own shining red five-star, Malashenko The excitement in Rashenko's heart almost appeared in a gushing state and was uncontrollable.

Although the current Soviet fighter aviation units still have incomplete control of the air, the Luftwaffe's fighter wing and ground attack wing can still find time to carry out sneak attacks from time to time, causing the Soviet army some problems that cannot be ignored but are difficult to describe. It was a heavy air raid loss.

However, compared with the previous overwhelming bombing, the German Air Force, which suffered heavy losses and also had a long memory, really did not dare to act as unscrupulously as before.

The sight of bombing without fighter escort is completely a thing of the past. Whenever a formation of more than nine German bombers comes to perform a ground attack mission, you will inevitably see those focused and vigilant fighters flying in higher airspace throughout the entire process. convoy.

The German escort fighters include both BF109 and FW190, but these two fighters are no longer able to occupy the overwhelming advantage and regain their former glory in the face of the Soviet Union's latest La-5 fighter.

Especially the BF109 series, which focuses on low-altitude dog fighting, has been caught up by 5 in key indicators such as turning radius, rolling performance, acceleration performance, climb rate, and high-speed directivity. Even if some attributes have an advantage, it is a very limited advantage.

The good old days of blasting Soviet fighter jets into the sky are gone forever. If the Luftwaffe wants to win the same victory as before, it must pay twice or even several times the huge losses as before. And this The price behind the bloody figures is precisely the most fatal weakness of the German Air Force, which lacks stamina.

Two aircraft engines roared and roared as they flew over the heavy industrial zone in the north of the city occupied by the German army.

The dense group of Figure 2 bombers has completely opened the belly door, revealing two black 500kg iron bombs mounted inside. Together with the two 500kg bombs on the external pylons at the wing roots, there are a total of 4 bombs. These large aerial bombs containing 250 kilograms of explosives are about to spread the deadliest death to the ground.

The air defense sirens on the German positions on the ground had already sounded, and almost every German soldier who could hide had already gone into the bunker and disappeared.

The few German anti-aircraft gun emplacements took off their camouflage and fired fiercely into the sky in an attempt to block the Soviet fleet. However, the effect of these easy-to-carry towed small-caliber rapid-fire anti-aircraft cannons was really limited.

Not only was the hit accuracy at range and long distance very worrying, small-caliber projectiles often caused fatal jokes when hitting Soviet bombers. They made a hole in the skin but failed to damage the wing spars and wing control steel. Call for any key points.

The sturdy and durable Figure 2 bomber continued to fly even though it had a big hole in it as if nothing was wrong. The deadly rain of aerial bombs that hit it quickly fell on the top of the German position.

Boom——Boom——

The 500-kilogram aerial bomb is already considered a relatively large conventional aerial bomb in the family of aerial bombs in various countries. If it hits the target once it hits the target, it can instantly wipe out five or six floors of a 10-story building and destroy the reinforced concrete. The small air defense bunker collapsed directly, burying all the German soldiers hiding in it, dead or alive.

Violent explosions like rain of bullets shook the land that had been severely burned by the war.

The surviving German soldiers hid in bunkers and covered their ears, praying that they would not be hit by aerial bombs. Seeing that they could no longer stop the enemy bombing and were themselves in danger, the German anti-aircraft artillery groups abandoned what they were doing and hurriedly Run away immediately and find cover without falling.

Standing in the half-buried frontline command post reinforced by engineers with fifty centimeters of military-standard concrete, Colonel Enske, who had been holding a telescope in his hand and never dropped it, had his brows twisted into a twist. Now he could almost figure it out in his head. The massive Soviet attack after the air raid would be so brutal.

"How is the Air Force? Still can't be contacted?"

Colonel Ensk himself couldn't count how many times he had asked the same question. The chief of staff, who was standing next to several correspondents and paying close attention to the situation, immediately turned around and spoke.

"Contacted, but the other end of the emergency line said that Russian bombers and attack planes were violently attacking their airport. Many planes were destroyed on the runway, and the planes parked in the hangar did not dare to drive onto the runway. , in short, let us find a solution ourselves.”

"The Russians are pounding their airfields?"

After hearing such an answer, Colonel Ensk smiled coldly without thinking, his face filled with deep contempt and disdain.

"How many times have we called for Air Force support this week and got this answer? Four or five? I have lost count anyway. These Air Force wastes who only eat and do not work do nothing but go to the toilet and produce excrement. We can’t do it, we are hungry and fighting for our lives against the Russians, while they are warming themselves in the barracks and drinking freshly brewed hot coffee.”

Colonel Ensk, who knew that he could do nothing but continue to hide, looked furious. The expensive Zeiss high-power binoculars in his hand were thrown to the table with a muffled sound, and his two nostrils were in the air. In the cold winter, it keeps spitting out white gas like a mad bull.