Seven Hundred and Ninety-Three Face

The bloody battle of Kharkov turned it into ruins, so that the German army occupying it could not use the city for a short time, and used it as a strategic fulcrum, which was regarded as the Soviet Union achieved its own strategic goal. But south of Kharkov, the German army took the equally important Donetsk almost without firing a single shot, and the Soviet Union felt a little uncomfortable.

Capturing a city and turning it into ruins is not the main purpose of the war. Using the city, including stockpiling supplies, using facilities such as airports and train stations near the city, is the ultimate goal of occupying the city. You must know that a ruin is of little use to anyone.

Donetsk fell into the hands of the German army almost intact. In addition to allowing the German army to have such a good strategic fulcrum, it also provided the German army with many convenient conditions. For example, more than a dozen densely packed field airports just fell into the hands of the German army.

Soon, the butcher bombers taking off from the large airports in Ukraine swept over these field airports that originally belonged to the Soviet Union. After more than a year of accumulation, these huge bombers have exceeded the scale of a thousand, but generally speaking, it is impossible to dispatch such a large number in one go.

However, the German army already has the experience of commanding a super-large formation bombing of about 500 planes, so taking off hundreds of planes to bomb opponents is just an ordinary task for these Luftwaffe commanders.

Above the sky, one after another, the butcher bombers covered the sky, densely packed like locusts. Because of the heavy ammunition mounted, these planes fly at an altitude of 10,000 meters, cumbersome but awe-inspiring.

Yes, awe! Under the belly of hundreds of planes, there are 30mm cannons as dense as a forest, and 20mm cannons are pointing at their warning positions with murderous aura. s attack.

"Take off!" On the field airport on the ground, following the order of the ground crew, hundreds of fighter jets responsible for escorting these bombers began to turn the propellers of their noses. The roar of the engine covered other sounds, one after another A fw-190d fighter jet rushed out of the runway and climbed rapidly towards the high sky.

"Take off!" At a field airport farther away, the more advanced TA-152 fighter squadron is also taking off its own fighter jets at the fastest speed. They have to form in a higher airspace and are responsible for covering the entire bomber formation. And annihilate any Soviet fighter that dares to take off to face it.

"Hartman! This is not a combat patrol, nor is it a take-off interception mission. Are you sure you want to participate?" The squadron leader stood beside a plane with a black tulip painted on its nose, raised his head and asked what was happening in the cockpit. Pilot checking the plane.

The blond-haired Hartman looked up from the plane cabin,

He nodded to the squadron leader: "Since the last time I took off to intercept an American bomber, I have no prejudice against the bomber formation. Whether it is a heavy flight or a smart flight, it is flight. Right?"

"It seems that you have figured it out, and I have nothing to worry about. I will start the plane and take off behind you." The squadron leader smiled, then put the leather cap on his head, and made a Please gesture, and then quickly walked towards his plane.

One after another, the TA-152 fighter jets began to take off. These advanced fighter jets were still used as secret weapons more than half a year ago, and were distributed to some ace troops on the front line for use as experimental aircraft. But now, hundreds of these fighter jets have become the standard configuration that can be seen in the Air Force of the Third Reich.

There are actually a lot of Soviet anti-aircraft gun positions in the entire Caucasus region, but these anti-aircraft guns were scattered over an extremely vast area and were not used intensively. Most of these anti-aircraft guns were arranged in important mining areas such as Baku Oil Field, Stavropol Gas Field, Chatura Manganese Mine and Armenian Copper Mine, and only some of them were deployed in the direction of Stalingrad.

It is a pity that this time the German strategic bombing happened to be Stalingrad. 573 Butcher strategic bombers, escorted by 110 fighter jets, swept past the Soviet Red Army's defense line aggressively.

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"Hello! Is it an anti-aircraft artillery position? Is it an anti-aircraft artillery position? Yes, I am the commander of the 194th Infantry Division on the front line. Please do not open fire easily. If the other side fires back, our side will be very troublesome." Calling, asking his friendly forces not to fire rashly in this situation, if these bombers change their purpose and drop bombs on the front line, it may be a disaster for anyone on the front line.

"Are you an idiot? We only have 37mm anti-aircraft guns here. There is no way to deal with this kind of enemy aircraft flying at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters." Annoyed, when he heard someone requesting such a request, he immediately replied in a bad tone.

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for the commander at the infantry position to say anything else. Immediately afterwards, he turned around and said to the signal soldiers beside him: "Hurry up and send a telegram to the Air Defense Command of the Group Army, telling them that a large number of German planes are invading, and let them get ready. What are you waiting for? Hurry up! Hurry up !"

Soon, a telegram reached several important Soviet air defense commands. A staff officer handed over the telegram to the commander, and the air defense sirens of the entire Baku oil field were sounded. There were shrill sounds everywhere. On the hidden anti-aircraft gun positions, the camouflage net was pulled open by the soldiers hurriedly, and the barrels of the 85mm anti-aircraft guns were quickly pointed at the sky.

Near the Stavropol gas field, the same scene is repeating itself. The nearby anti-aircraft artillery positions are busy, and farther away, the Soviet field airport responsible for the defense of this area is also desperately taking off. Even though most of the pilots knew that they could not defeat their opponents, they were still ordered to fly the plane and ascended to the sky.

On the outskirts of Stalingrad, Rokossovsky, who had just arrived here by plane, was walking down the hanging ladder. On another runway not far from the plane, two I-16 fighter jets were scrambling.

An officer hurriedly ran towards the transport plane whose propeller hadn't stopped completely. In front of Rokossovsky, he stopped and stood at attention to salute: "Comrade General! I just got the news that the German troops are dispatched. A large number of bombers have crossed the border between the two sides..."

"I see. The radio on the plane has just announced that all planes in the entire Caucasus region except fighter jets are required to evacuate and hide immediately. I am not deaf." Rokossovsky glanced at the officer who came to greet him. They waved to them to leave the runway first.

When he walked to the lawn beside the runway, he spoke again: "I'm here to take charge of all defense affairs here, but I'm not a professional in the Air Force, so I don't say much about air defense operations. I'll leave everything to you. Among the comrades, the comrades who were in charge of air defense operations."

He looked at the officers with worried faces, and said lightly: "The air defense of our army's front line has not been very good. The reason is that our aircraft are not as good as the German aircraft. So I understand the difficulties of comrades, but... ..."

When he said this, he paused, and then continued seriously: "But this is Stalingrad. This is not Minsk, not Kiev, or Donetsk. This is Stalingrad, named after the leader. City. I hope you will join me in defending this city, which has been given high hopes, and defending the vital, Caucasus!"

"Yes! Comrade General!" Everyone stood at attention and saluted.

While they were talking, the anti-aircraft gun positions near Stalingrad also began to raise one after another anti-aircraft gun barrels. These anti-aircraft weapons point to the sky, quietly waiting for the arrival of the invaders. If there are enemy planes here, the entire sky will become a sea of ​​flames.

"The observation post along the way found the target! The German aircraft fleet was found! The target is Stalingrad! The target is... Stalingrad!" A soldier stumbled into the suburbs, and the underground commander Rokossovsky had just selected Bunker, loud sink report.

His report was not much faster than the footsteps of the enemy's arrival. Near the horizon in the distance outside the bunker, the Soviet anti-aircraft guns had already begun to roar. The sound of cannons sounded in the suburbs of the city, and the people here finally realized that the war was not too far away from them.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, under the heavy artillery fire of the Soviet army, the German planes were approaching the targets they were going to bomb without haste. As these targets got closer, the voice of the commander came from the radio: "Open Bomb bay! Tell these Soviet idiots! We're coming!"

The sound of metal rubbing, the sound of machinery turning... Accompanied by the explosion of anti-aircraft artillery shells, the bombing bays of the bomber fleet began to open. All planes began to descend their altitude.

"The following is Stalingrad." While assisting his captain to descend the plane, a co-pilot joked to the captain beside him on the shaking and trembling plane: "Hey, tell me, what are we doing now?" Do you think you are slapping Stalin?"

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