Seven Hundred and Twenty First, the End of the Aggrieved

The snow has stopped! The weather will not be influenced by people, as if it is teasing everyone, it goes its own way to the extreme. When the German army most hoped for good weather, the bad weather came, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and snowflakes fell from time to time, which was so bad that it made people desperate. However, when the Soviets were victorious and feared that the weather would turn better, the good weather suddenly came, which caught everyone by surprise.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu' Following the command from the tower, these fighter jets took off and climbed amidst the roar of the motors, and assembled into a neat formation in the sky not far away.

The Luftwaffe pilots who had been free for a few days were absolutely full of fighting spirit. After they received the news that the sky cleared briefly, they acted crazily, just like Orions who had been depressed for a long time rushed out of their lair and started to fight. They took off in batches to look for their prey.

It seems to have been waiting for a whole century-at least these German pilots endured the pain of not being able to support the friendly forces on the ground, and felt that a long period of time had passed. They are eager to take off and fight, even if it is to face the most ferocious enemy, it is much better than waiting on the ground.

So when the meteorological department came to the conclusion that the weather was about to improve for a short time, they began to wait patiently. As a result, at this time today, they finally got the result they hoped for. As planes flew into the sky, the entire battlefield was once again covered with dark clouds. It wasn't that there were more real dark clouds, but that the planes covering the sky made it look like dark clouds were covering the top.

In the huge flight formation, there was a noisy voice on the radio, "Revenge for the friendly forces on the ground!" "It's time for us to play! Blast those damned Soviets!" "Let them see how powerful the Luftwaffe is!" We haven't seen each other for a few days, and these idiots have forgotten that we exist above our heads!" Amidst the noisy sound, the German planes gradually flew towards the regional target they needed to attack.

The dispatch of the German planes was expected by the commanders of the Soviet Red Army. If generals such as Zhukov and Rokossovsky were simply praying that the bad weather would last, then they would not have become famous people who will be praised by later generations. general.

The Soviets first prepared a more exciting response on the ground. Zhukov used a large number of false targets to confuse the German air force. These wooden tank models have four wheels and can be pulled by horses, following the example of a large number of real Soviet tanks. Behind, the air force fire used to attract the Germans.

Then the Soviets took local materials, stopped their offensive when the weather turned fine, and began to try their best to camouflage their tanks and armored vehicles. This is what they have trained repeatedly. Compared with going to the battlefield to die, this kind of camouflage is not a burden for the Soviet Red Army at all.

The other method is a bit unsatisfactory. In order to cover the ground troops and minimize the losses of the ground troops,

The Soviet fighter force was asked to take off as many aircraft as possible to meet the attacking Luftwaffe. In other words, Zhukov intends to delay the time for the German Air Force to exert its power regardless of the loss of the Air Force.

Zhukov stood at his hidden bunker on the outskirts, with his makeshift headquarters in the woods behind him. He watched the dark clouds in the distance gradually approaching Minsk. He had just been picked up by the car a few minutes ago. A few minutes later, he saw the German planes opening their bomb bays in the sky.

100 butcher bombers greeted Minsk, Zhukov's base camp, an important Soviet city, and dropped more than 700 tons of bombs here. loss.

As the air defense force of the Soviet Red Army, the 20 fighter jets that took off to face off were torn to pieces by the 20 fw-190d fighter jets escorted by the German army before struggling a few times. The ground anti-aircraft guns fired back, but unfortunately the number was far from enough to threaten the overwhelming German bombers.

In order to equip the attacking Soviet Red Army with anti-aircraft artillery as much as possible, Zhukov appropriated a large number of urban air defense forces. The nearby Soviet anti-aircraft artillery was transferred to front-line generals such as Rokossovsky and Konev. There is only one anti-aircraft artillery regiment for defense, which can be said to be a drop in the bucket.

By the time the Germans left, these anti-aircraft fires had only shot down one Butcher bomber. The Butcher bomber crashed in an urban area, the entire fuselage broke into three pieces, and the engine caught fire. The price paid by the Soviet Union was much higher. The entire city of Minsk was full of ruins, and civilians were displaced by the bombing.

Despite the rigorous preparations, the Soviets were exhausted by the Luftwaffe. Although countless false targets deceived German pilots, there were still countless real targets that were too late to be fully disguised and were razed to the ground by the Germans.

An oil depot was accidentally hit by a bomb, and then the fuel exploded. Immediately afterwards, the Luftwaffe discovered the camouflaged Soviet vehicles around the target, and then launched an intensive fire attack. The entire bombed area was ablaze, and countless Soviet soldiers died in this massacre. In this area alone, German bombs killed 140 civilians and over 900 Soviet soldiers.

Many targets were hit and exploded. A t-34 tank was directly hit by the dropped aerial bomb, and then the entire vehicle body was torn apart by the huge explosion, turning into steel plates and iron pipes and flying in all directions.

A huge crater was blown out by a bomb on the transportation hub, and there was still steam in it. The snow was blown away by the shock wave, leaving a round black mark, which looked very obvious in the sky, and then another A bomb fell and the entire road was completely paralyzed.

As the fighting time continued, the Luftwaffe suffered more losses. It was no longer just Soviet planes that fell in the sky. Occasionally, a German plane could be seen falling with a long black smoke and fell to the ground. Explosion, a mass of hot flames.

Countless Soviet planes flew towards the German fighter jets, dragging strips of white smoke in the sky, and the fighter jets of both sides intertwined, as spectacular as a huge fishing net shrouded in the sky. In ten minutes, more than 30 German planes were shot down, and at the same time, at least 300 Soviet planes could never return to the place where they started.

While the fierce battle for air supremacy in the sky was still going on, another unit got busy. On the lawn of the German airport, the soldiers sitting on the yellow grass finally heard the call for assembly.

A second lieutenant with gauze wrapped in his left hand walked up to a lieutenant colonel and battalion commander, stood at attention but did not salute, and said to his superior in a slightly hoarse voice: "Sir! Everything is ready, we are ordered to parachute to the designated battle Location. No surprises, another lousy place.”

"Hehe, we can only fight the cruelest battles in the worst place in our life." The lieutenant colonel and battalion commander turned around, wearing a very beautiful Iron Cross on his neck with silver Oak leaves, slightly shimmering in the sun on a clear day.

"You don't have to go with us. According to regulations, you should be able to apply for retirement and get a generous retirement deposit to return to your hometown. If you want, you can also apply to be a commander in a concentration camp. Your qualifications are completely sufficient Yes, there is no problem." After the previous hard battle, the battalion commander Boroll, who was promoted to lieutenant colonel, said to William Downer who was injured but did not leave the army.

Tang Na supported the helmet with his handicapped arm, showed his white teeth and laughed: "Man, you always have to throw something away in order to see what you want clearly. I'm not suitable to be a moth in those rear areas. In any case, the career of a paratrooper is more suitable for me. Commander, let me jump with you."

Boroll sighed. The last time the paratroopers suffered heavy losses, they collectively won a combat award medal. However, because of the huge loss, he, who should have been promoted to deputy commander, still stayed in the original unit and continued to fight. Serve as battalion commander. However, compared to the sub-regiment, he still prefers to stay in the front-line combat unit. This place reminds him of Baru's comrades-in-arms, and allows him to recall the nights and nights he fought.

"Remember, if you drag me down, I'll kick your ass!" Bolor shook the heavy parachute backpack on his back, looked at the familiar faces around him, and smiled Get up: "Don't be nervous this time, the place where we dance is safer, and there are all Germans below."

That's right, the reinforcements prepared by Akado for Liszt consisted of a total of 20,000 paratroopers. They had to rely on planes to enter the battlefield at the last moment as a strong support to withstand the overwhelming Soviet attack. Why didn't they act earlier? In fact, it was just for the sake of keeping secrets, so that the Soviets could get into a deeper trap, and they couldn't turn back.

"Okay! Gentlemen! Get your equipment in order! We are not infantry transported by those transport planes. We have to enter the battlefield early and let the Soviets see how powerful we are!" Borol encouraged his soldiers loudly: " Who are we?"

"German paratroopers!" Everyone answered loudly.

"What are we best at?" Bollor continued.

"Fight the fiercest battle!" Everyone raised their right hands high.

"Very good! We have all of them! Get on the plane!" Boroll patted Donna on the shoulder, turned around, took heavy steps, dragged his messy luggage, and walked towards the plane that was already turning the propellers. airplane.