Nine Hundred and Fifteen

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On the German military airport, two Stuka 2 bombers loaded with bombs are preparing to take off. The runway in front of them has been cleared. Following the orders, the two planes flew slowly from the ground one after the other. rise. In mid-air, the two planes retracted their landing gear, which made the planes more streamlined and faster.

With the roar of the engines, the two planes rushed into the sky like two birds. The ground rapidly shrinks under their feet, and finally becomes like the world in a fairy tale, looking extremely small.

Skimming low peaks, wide plains and fields, friendly planes returning and Luftwaffe fighter units patrolling the battlefield can be seen from time to time in the sky.

People who meet will swing their wings in the sky and express mutual respect with the body movements of the plane. Generally, the dangerous actions are performed by the returning planes, because these planes have run out of ammunition and are lighter.

The closer you get to the front line, the darker the sky looks, and the originally peaceful, vast and inclusive land under your feet also looks different. The ground is full of craters emitting thick smoke, roads and railways have been basically destroyed, and some small towns have been repeatedly greeted by German planes.

"Sudden! Sudden! Sudden! f" Three tracer bullets scraped the wings of a German Stuka 2 attack aircraft and flew into the sky. The anti-aircraft guns on the ground suddenly fired a row of shells. The German aircraft immediately began to adjust its flight direction, and then flew sideways to observe the ground target attacking him.

"Damn it! There are really desperate idiots attacking us! Be careful, there is an anti-aircraft artillery position near the ground, and it is firing at us." The pilot who was attacked was driving the plane to make an emergency maneuver. He swung the plane left and right, hoping to prevent the enemy from aiming. he.

It may be because his efforts have paid off, or it may be because of other reasons. In short, the other party did not attack him again. When the pilot pointed the nose at the anti-aircraft artillery position that attacked him just now, he realized that he was attacked by his own people.

On the anti-aircraft gun position, a single-barreled Bofors 40mm anti-aircraft gun was emitting light smoke, while the surrounding German soldiers were making various gestures to the sky. A German swastika flag was spread on the front engine compartment of the truck towing the anti-aircraft gun, and there were many infantrymen standing around to watch the excitement.

"This group of idiots! Almost shot me down." The pilot of the Stuka 2 attack aircraft yelled. It would be embarrassing if it was shot down in a daze. Maybe it's good luck to be ashamed, or even my own life will be lost.

His wingman kept persuading through the headset: "Sergeant, forget it! We still have an attack mission. When we go back to write the report, we should complain that the ground air defense forces opened fire without seeing the identification mark clearly.

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"It's really unlucky...it's so unlucky to carry out the first attack mission today." The pilot of the lead plane adjusted his flight posture, and the two planes continued to fly towards the area where the troops of the two sides were fighting.

"My God! Look down! Boss. The ground is full of attacking Soviet soldiers! There are too many! I can't see the end at all." The pilot in the wingman said in a trembling voice in the headset.

Hearing this sentence, the pilot of the lead plane did not hesitate, and immediately adjusted the flying posture of the plane to see the situation on the ground clearly. There were attacking Soviet soldiers everywhere, densely packed like ants moving. There are T-26 tanks that are constantly advancing on the ground, as well as trucks filled with camouflage branches, and many anti-aircraft guns are firing. Two German planes above the head of this army are hovering in the hail of bullets.

"Dive! Start attacking! Look for your target, don't need cover. Be careful not to be shot down, or you won't even find the corpse." Looking at the tens of thousands of Soviet troops below, the pilot of the lead plane finished speaking. After the sentence, the dive attack began.

The piercing sound of a dive pierced the sky, and the Stuka 2 attack aircraft began to approach the ground with a very steep dive, and then he did not rush to drop the bomb, but pressed the rocket-launched button at the place where the crowd was densest. button.

The rocket launch slots hanging on the wings began to emit streams of white smoke, and those powerful rockets rushed towards their targets with white trails, and then two rows of huge explosion black smoke rose from the ground, everywhere. All of them are flying around with broken limbs and broken arms.

"I knocked out a tank!...Great! I killed him!...My God, there are so many of them." The excited shouts of the wingmen in the earphones were accompanied by disturbing noises. However, the pilot of the lead plane didn't say anything more, he just drove his own plane, aiming his nose at the important attack target again and again.

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound, and the moment the bomb detached from the belly of the plane, the whole plane seemed light. Then according to the inertia, it accurately landed on the side of a slowly advancing t-34 tank.

A huge explosion enveloped the Soviet tank at once, followed by the smoke gradually dissipating. The tracks of the Soviet T-34 tank had been destroyed, and the entire engine compartment was on fire. Within a few seconds, the second An explosion sounded, and the tank's turret was lifted into the air tens of meters high by the huge air wave.

The Soviet soldiers around this tank were knocked to the ground by the shock wave and shrapnel of the aerial bomb explosion. The uninjured people just got up and before they had time to arrange their clothes, they were blown away by another explosion. . Many people's faces were covered with blood, and the screams continued.

An anti-aircraft gun fired non-stop at the edge of the woods, trying to disperse the German planes attacking the Soviet troops. Tracer bullets rubbed against the wings of the German planes and flew left and right, weaving into a large net of flames. German planes flew left and right in this big net, avoiding the deadly shells flying everywhere.

"God! There's too many of them! I'm swooping, I'm swooping! Last bomb! OK! On target! I'm pulling up! I'm pulling up! They're shooting at me! Bullets hit my ass The plane is gone..." The pilot of the wingman was still shouting loudly in the headset, it seems that facing so many targets can indeed make people extremely excited.

The pilot of the lead plane still didn't speak, but found a relatively safe direction, piloted the plane and began to dive, and used the cannon on his plane to start violently strafing the crowd of Soviet troops.

"Thug! Chug!" The 20mm machine gun was a massacre against the enemy's infantry. The dense ammunition swept out two conspicuous roads among the Soviet attacking crowd-this road is extremely colorful, look It looks very beautiful. It's just that this avenue is stained red with blood, and there are not many people who dare to walk on it.

After pulling up his plane again, the pilot of the lead plane exhaled a foul breath, and then ordered into the communicator: "Fill out all the ammunition you have, and then meet my plane at an altitude of 7,000 meters. Do you understand?" ?wingman!"

"Boss! This is the first time I saw a target that we couldn't destroy all at once." The wingman also fired up the ammunition he was carrying, and began to drive his plane slowly to a relatively safe altitude.

"This is Orchard No. 1, and this is Orchard No. 1. Orchard No. 2 and I are on a ground attack mission, and now we have a report." The pilot of the lead plane adjusted his channel and said in the noisy cockpit : "At least one division of the opponent's ground force is attacking, and the ammunition I carry cannot meet the strike requirements. In addition, the opponent has 4 anti-aircraft guns covering them, all of which are small-caliber. Please confirm the enemy's number... I am returning, over!"

"This is the ground control tower, you are allowed to return home! Fly according to the predetermined safe route, and you can see it clearly on the radar. Finish." The voice of the ground tower sounded in the earphones. The radio equipped on the German aircraft is enough at this distance Let them communicate with each other.

In the air force field airport command center on the ground, an officer handed some communication records reported by the front line to the commander. The air force colonel frowned and read the relevant content, then murmured: "God, If only those Italians and Romanians knew what a force they faced."

"Sir! We have lost 7 Stuka 2 attack aircraft. If this continues, the troops will lose their combat capabilities." An officer stood at attention and saluted, and then said to the colonel commander: "The size of the enemy is not that of our attack aircraft. If the brigade can hinder, we should ask for support."

The colonel commander nodded, and then pointed to the strike range marked in black and white: "The strike range we are in charge of is actually not that big, but the attack density of the Soviets is really too high. I asked the attack aircraft unit next door, They are also asking for reinforcements."

"Report!" A non-commissioned officer of the Luftwaffe came to the two men, stood at attention and saluted, and then said loudly: "The news just received is that the two divisions in Italy have lost their defensive positions, and the two divisions in Romania have suffered casualties. It is terrible, and it will be broken by the opponent at any time."

"Where is the armored unit of the G Group Army? If we need to transfer, we should notify as soon as possible." The colonel frowned. If the Soviet army is close to the field airport, it will definitely be a trouble for them.

"The liaison officer of the G Group Army said that their troops are gathering and preparing to counterattack." The non-commissioned officer who came to report replied softly.