No. 1047 JG52

Malachenko guessed that the Germans, unwilling to lose, would definitely launch an air strike. It was not the Germans' style not to make good use of the air superiority in their hands, but Malachenko did not expect that the air strike would come so soon.

The German aircraft group heading straight for them in the sky was black and dense. At a glance, it was roughly estimated that there were at least thirty or forty aircraft.

The types of aircraft were very complicated. There were fighters that accompanied the escort and were slightly higher, and there were also bombers that gathered together for warmth and flew in formation. There were all kinds of Heinkel 111, Dornier 217, Stuka, and Big Yellow Duck. Malachenko really didn't understand how the Germans put together such a large group of aircraft. This was obviously not in line with common sense.

But there was only one thing that was certain. The Germans' large wave of air strikes was not a show. The iron bombs hanging in the belly of the aircraft were not fireworks. If you want to hide in the bunker, you'd better hurry now.

"Malashenko! Come here! Quick!"

Lavrinenko, who had rushed out of the house one step ahead, waved and shouted at Malaashenko, and next to his feet was the entrance to an anti-artillery cave.

This level of geotechnical shelter is estimated to be unable to withstand even a 100-kilogram German sweet potato, but it is better than getting into an open trench. Malaashenko, who dared not delay any longer, rushed to Lavrinenko's position without thinking.

"Go in quickly, the German plane is coming!"

Beckoning Malaashenko to get into the cave quickly, Lavrinenko's voice has not fallen, and his feet have not touched the ground, the first Stuka that has separated from the formation and dived down has already greeted the top of his head.

Swish——

"Bomb! Get out of the way!"

Boom——

Just after arriving in the cave and before he had time to stand firmly, Malaashenko, who was crouching, felt a tremor under his feet, as if a landslide, and the huge explosion sound could be vaguely heard even through the reinforcement layer above his head.

"Fuck you! This is at least 500 kilograms!"

The Stuka, which had dropped the bomb in the center of the rear of the position, quickly pulled up and climbed. The black mushroom cloud of a 500-kilogram heavy aerial bomb exploded and soared directly over 20 meters high, adding a new huge pit to the already devastated position.

Unlike the previous passive bombing, this time the Red Army, which had built a complete position fortification long in advance, came prepared. The anti-aircraft gun position that had been hidden and motionless suddenly took off its camouflage and fired decisively.

Boom boom boom boom——

The 1939 61K 37mm single-barrel anti-aircraft gun sprayed a hot flame towards the Stuka's face. The Stuka, which had just finished dropping the bomb, was still in the upward oblique climbing stage. The body's energy was in a state of rapid consumption in exchange for height. The flying speed of just over 400 and the huge body like a pregnant seagull made it impossible to dodge.

The Red Army anti-aircraft artillery group, which had gradually accumulated rich experience in air defense operations during the protracted and high-intensity war, did not let this precious shooting window slip away from their hands.

The 37mm anti-aircraft high-explosive tracer bullet directly cut through the fuselage skin, drilled into the belly of the Stuka that was trapped by the god of death, and exploded directly near the fuel tank after hitting the main structural beam of the fuselage.

Boom--

Unfortunately, the Stuka pilot, who had never had a chance to parachute, was killed in the cockpit by a 37mm shell from behind on the spot. A large piece of high-speed impact shrapnel almost cut off half of his head.

The uncontrolled Stuka fell to the ground with thick black smoke on the spot. The two 100-kilogram bombs that had not yet been dropped turned the explosion that followed into a ball of flames. The noise of the fuel explosion was no less than that of the 500-kilogram bomb just now.

"Turn! At three o'clock, the German planes are coming again!"

Compared to the initial surprise when they fought back, the German Air Force has become more and more accustomed to fighting wits and courage with the Soviet anti-aircraft guns.

Taking advantage of the precious opportunity of the anti-aircraft gun to turn the muzzle to shoot down the Stuka, a BF109 dived down at a speed of more than 600 kilometers per hour with a piercing scream and launched an attack.

The 20mm machine gun pod kit attached to the left and right wings opened fire together with the 20mm shaft gun. Three 20mm gun flames mixed with tracer bullets quickly set off a fast-moving earth dragon on the ground.

The Red Army anti-aircraft gun group, whose hand-cranked steering machine had not yet arrived in time, lost the last chance. The BF109, which won by speed, almost beat the entire anti-aircraft gun into a pile of iron plate meat slices, and the double wings painted with black iron crosses trembled and passed by, leaving only a pile of wreckage in the original place.

Following closely behind, more anti-aircraft artillery shells were fired angrily from behind the Germans, but they were of no use to the light-bodied BF109 that had just finished diving and had a very high speed.

The light-bodied BF109 flew up and down and shuttled through the barrage like a black swallow. The experienced captain of the 3rd Squadron of the 52nd Fighter Wing of the German Air Force performed his personal flying stunt show wantonly, not caring that he was dancing on the edge of a knife and could die at any time.

The other BF109 in the sky did not dive down, but hovered in a slightly higher airspace with its fuselage on its side, alert and watching everything on the battlefield below. Krupinski, who was holding the joystick and watching his old friend's personal show intently, was moved by the scene and couldn't help but sigh.

"Güntrar, a man who always accompanies death"

Krupinski raised his hand and adjusted the radio communication channel before the sound of the words fell. Whenever this happened, he would always remind his old friend that it was best not to continue playing games with the god of death.

"It seems that the Russian's propeller almost cut off your head, but it was not enough of a lesson. If I were you, I would choose to stay in the sky, just like I am now."

Guntrar, who had already climbed out of the pursuit of the anti-aircraft artillery barrage, not only did not show the fear of surviving the disaster, but also smiled as he experienced the slowly fading adrenaline rush.

"You should also come down and try it. This is more exciting than the Russian flying a plane to hit me! I can swear!"

"Swear to God, idiot."

Although he was complained by his comrades, it must be said that Guntrar's desperate play did have some unexpected effects. For example, several anti-aircraft guns that tried to shoot him down at close range missed the opportunity to intercept the bomber, which was equivalent to Guntrar using a wave of ground-based desperate stunts to open up an offensive route for his own bomber.

Several Stukas roared down and dropped bombs along the path that Guntrar had just flown over. The flames that shot up into the sky instantly engulfed the fixed anti-aircraft gun positions, covering a turbulent cloud of dust. The few remaining anti-aircraft guns were basically completely destroyed by this wave of dive attacks.

If the anti-aircraft guns are empty, nine out of ten will fail.

Whether it is the anti-aircraft guns of World War II or the surface-to-air missile era of later generations, the classic truth of war will always apply.