Chapter 1067: Trap

boom--

Dong dong dong dong——

Boom——Boom——

Even through the smoke screen and thick armor, Malashenko could still feel the strong shock and roar coming from under his feet and around him.

A succession of aerial bombs were thrown into the smoke screen that had just been set up by the Stukas whizzing down. These strange death birds, which were said to be able to drop bombs close to the ground, did encounter some unexpected situations. The Russian tanks that they had attacked in the past But it is rare, or almost never, to take the initiative to put up a smoke screen.

In the distant modern war of the 21st century, those twin-engine ground-licking drones with extremely advanced airborne fire control systems and battlefield sensing equipment only need to press the button on the touch screen to switch to the infrared thermal imaging perspective to deal with the dust. with smokescreen.

The weapons operator in the back seat will see every move on the battlefield through a plug-in-like perspective, guide extremely precise TV guidance or laser guidance weapons, and bring the scream of death to any target on the ground.

But this is not a modern war in which Blue Star's strongest United States punched Afghanistan in the south and kicked Iraq in the North Sea. This was World War II in which the enemy could only be detected with the naked eye, and various high-tech plug-in auxiliary equipment should not be thought of. Yes, the pilot's bomb-dropping experience and skills are the only factors that determine whether the aerial bomb hits the target, and nothing else.

Suddenly encountering an unexpected situation, the German pilots had no choice but to adapt to the situation. According to the scene they had memorized a few seconds ago, they pressed the button towards the target position they thought was most likely to hit, and dropped the aircraft carried on the belly pylon. bomb.

The roaring explosion rolled up large amounts of smoke and dirt straight into the sky. The smoke barrier that had just been pulled up was about to be forcibly blown away by the shock wave, but the mortar position that was still executing Major Varosha's order did not. The fight didn't stop there, but the fight was still very enjoyable.

Boom-boom-boom--

Smoke bombs fired from 120mm guns one after another continued to hit the designated location as if they were free. The smoke screen wall that had just been forcibly blown away by the shock wave of the aerial bomb explosion could not withstand such a barrage of smoke screen bombs. Soon, it was visible to the naked eye. Visible speed, he filled the gap and raised the smoke screen again before his own tanks were completely exposed.

The response and reaction speed of the mortar position were very timely, but even so, it still could not cope with the dire reality of the situation. There are too many Stalin heavy tanks that need smoke screen cover. How can half a brigade of tanks be covered with just a few rounds of smoke grenades? It is difficult to gather scattered combat positions in a short time.

The Stukas, which failed to succeed and were unable to continue to hit the target accurately, pulled up again and circled into the attack channel again. The Russian heavy tanks on the ground that had not been enveloped by the smoke screen still had clear targets, and a large group of Germans died. The vultures instantly changed their target and swooped down again.

"Don't just focus on shooting in one place! Over there, the tank over there hasn't been covered yet, fire quickly! Hurry!"

The anxious mortar company commander saw that his soldiers were too naive. When he couldn't help it, he almost kicked and beat them, yelled and cursed, and personally directed the bombardment direction.

The mortar positions that had turned their muzzles were pointed continued to expand the scope of the smoke screen, racing against time with the German death vultures in the sky, fighting for life and death on the knife edge of death so close at hand.

The high-altitude German fighter jets responsible for air supremacy cover noticed the strange situation. The smoke screen coverage area that was rapidly expanding on the battlefield at a speed visible to the naked eye all came from one position. Several BF109s that were really invisible immediately separated from the group. It whizzed straight down towards the earth that was not too far away with movements that were much more flexible than a Stuka.

"The German fighter planes! Shoot them down quickly!"

More than twenty anti-aircraft guns belonging to the Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade anti-aircraft battalion fired a salvo. The tracer barrage that had just poured down on the Stukas for less than a moment immediately turned their guns and pointed them at the more threatening fighter jets. group.

A BF109 that rushed to the front and was obviously a little dazed could not dodge. The 37mm anti-aircraft gun barrage that instantly enveloped it in a river of flames tore up the wing spars, shattered the skin, and It penetrated the bulletproof glass directly in front of the cockpit.

The broken wings of the BF109, which were beaten into sieves and covered with smoke, were like a machine stick. The large scarlet viscous object splashed all over the cockpit announced the end of its fate. A violent explosion shook the earth as soon as it hit the ground. , the fire, flames and thick smoke that rose up in an instant were no worse than an aerial bomb with a slightly smaller yield.

The broken wings of one BF109 were insignificant, and more BF109s who ignored it were alerted by the light speed of their comrades, and various high-speed dive maneuvers with instantaneous overload were violent.

The Soviet anti-aircraft barrage, which was calculated in advance and struck at high speed, flew into the air in front of the nimble BF109, almost passing by the wingtips and belly of the coquettishly positioned BF109.

The remaining five BF109s that rushed towards the mortar position all avoided the fatal attack. The anti-aircraft gunners with full firepower were still desperately shaking the steering wheel and stepping on the high and low pedals to attack the enemy. He kept chasing, but after missing the best interception window, it was already too late.

"Hank and Schmeisser go first, tear up those Russian mortars, use all weapons! The rest follow!"

The temporary team of five aircraft BF109s did not rush forward in a swarm.

The black arrow BF109 leader who led the team quickly judged the situation and issued an order. The several BF109s that received the radio command message from the leader immediately changed their flight posture, two in front and three in the back, divided into two front and back attack waves, and immediately launched an attack at the mortar position that was already close at hand with a very short attack distance.

Da Da Da——

Boom Boom Boom——

The nose-mounted aircraft machine guns and coaxial machine guns that sounded at the same time sprayed hot bullets. The machine gun pods under the wings were also not idle and fired at full power. The 92mm machine gun bullets and 20mm aircraft cannon thin shells worked together. The mortar position that was still continuously projecting smoke bombs was instantly a bloody storm.

Machine guns and cannons tore flesh apart, knocked over mortars, and carved a long string of smoking holes in the ground, leaving only destruction and death.

Under the wings of the whistling German war eagle, only the Iron Cross reflected the sunlight and flapped its wings. The unexpected death was just the beginning. The other three BF109s that followed at the speed of light were the main culprits.

The Russians who ran towards the trenches and escaped by chance could not arouse the sympathy of these German pilots. The fingers that pressed the firing button did not hesitate at all, just like the Soviet anti-aircraft gunners who shot down the BF109 a moment ago.