Chapter 1070: Fly High! Fly High! Fly Higher

The small earthen slope where the three tigers were perched was the location chosen by Wittmann in advance. It was the closest shooting point to the Russian position and had the best view. The distance was about 900 meters to 1 kilometer, which could basically take care of every detail of the Russian position in front of it.

The first wave of the main attack force of the Guards Flag Division, which had already arrived in front of the Russian position, was about to make a breakthrough. Wittmann could clearly see the final scene of the collapse of the Russian position through his telescope.

Those Black Panthers and No. 4 were hitting the last machine gun fire point on the position to clear the obstacles for the infantrymen who were sprinting for the last 100 meters. On the other hand, the resistance of the Russian position without the cover of the tanks was getting weaker and weaker. It was about to be destroyed under the bombing and strafing of the remaining fighter planes with bombs. Such a battle seemed to have a doomed ending.

However, a burst of muzzle fire suddenly lit up in the binoculars and instantly interrupted Wittmann's thoughts.

The armor-piercing shell that was ejected from the barrel was obviously not aimed at the direction where he was, but Wittmann, who was responsible for the fire support mission, still had to fulfill his mission.

"Russian anti-tank gun, 11 o'clock, high-explosive shells loaded, kill him!"

It was a big challenge to hit a target with a bunker the size of an anti-tank gun at a distance of nearly one kilometer, but Wittmann, who was familiar with the performance of his vehicle and believed in his gunner's level, did not hesitate. He gave the order as if it was an anti-tank gun in front of him.

"Ah, I found you, say goodnight, little Russian!"

Boom--

The 88 gun made a lot of noise when it fired, and the rapid muzzle shock wave crushed the grass under the muzzle and in front of the vehicle body.

At a distance of nearly one kilometer, the 88mm high-explosive shell with a large ballistic drop flew straight to the target with extraordinary accuracy.

Wittmann's decision was correct. The gunner Carl, who lived up to the responsibility, hit the position that could effectively kill with just the first test shot.

The final impact point of the shell is about two meters in front of the anti-tank gun pit bunker. The barrel of this well-arranged anti-tank gun is almost close to and parallel to the ground, minimizing the exposed frontal projection area as much as possible. If it is a tank on the same horizontal line or at a lower position than the anti-tank gun position, it is not easy to hit it directly.

But the experienced Wittmann is worthy of being a site selection expert. The small earthen slope where the three Tigers are entrenched just has a good high-shooting low vision and a relatively advantageous curved trajectory. If used properly, the shells can be sent directly into the anti-tank gun position instead of hitting the soil bunker to hear a sound and do useless work.

So although this shot lacks accuracy, it still achieves good results because of the advantage of the shooting position.

The flames that rose up instantly swept the anti-tank gun positions at the farthest distance. Several anti-tank gunners who were busy loading shells were blown out of the bunker and hit hard on the ground by the shock wave. Even the anti-tank gun whose size and model could not be seen was tilted to one side. It seemed that it could not continue to fight.

"Good shot, Karl, keep going, high-explosive shells loaded, ready for the next one"

Before Wittmann finished speaking, with his hand on the microphone at his throat, several German fighter planes that were circling in the air not far away, as if they were going to launch another wave of air strikes, suddenly encountered a change!

Several fighter planes that flew from nowhere suddenly emerged from the higher clouds and fell straight down. It was obvious that the throttle was pushed to the extreme. The roar of the engine was so fierce that it was impossible to react and caught off guard.

The Stuka, with two 37mm "cannons" hanging under its wings, had just licked the ground and was on the climb course. The fighter plane, which was targeting weaklings, obviously didn't care what state its opponent was in. The cruel fight for life was not a fair duel of European knights in the Middle Ages. The thumb pulled the trigger that had been ready for a long time without hesitation.

The three 20mm aircraft cannons concentrated in the nose position fired at the same time, and the dense crimson tracer bullets accurately hit the Stuka with an airspeed of only over 400, tearing the skin, breaking the wing control cable, and breaking the entire wing beam main structure in half in an instant.

The Stuka, which had a large wing area, immediately turned and spiraled down after the wing was broken on the spot. The fire and smoke from the broken wing root soon spread to the entire fuselage, as bright as a burning meteorite falling from the sky.

It was impossible to parachute to escape at an altitude of less than 1,000 meters. The pilots were thrown out of the plane due to the huge centrifugal force caused by the irregular spiral movement. They were so panicked that they couldn't even reach out to open the flight hatch.

The huge explosion and the flames that hit the ground announced the end of the dive interception in a short moment, but the real bloody battle in the sky had just begun.

The first few La-5 fighters that dived down from the clouds were just the beginning. The Soviet fighter aviation units that entered the field later and occupied the absolute height advantage and took the initiative. After searching for the German fighter targets at low altitude, they immediately swung the joystick and immediately engaged in the battle.

Altitude is an advantage. The energy maneuver of exchanging altitude for speed and speed for altitude will never be outdated.

The Soviet fighter aviation pilots who have been able to achieve the same level of performance as the German fighters are fearless, and the altitude advantage in their hands has been fully utilized.

The La-5 fighter jets, which had reached their maximum speed by high-speed dives, immediately locked onto their respective targets and opened fire fiercely.

The German fighter jets, which were not only much slower than their opponents but also at low altitude, naturally could not get rid of them immediately. They could only perform high-overload maneuvers to try to avoid the attack that had already hit their faces, but the final result of the high-overload energy black hole maneuvers made at the risk of stalling was not optimistic.

The tragic air battles, where nine out of ten were lost or even ten out of ten were lost, tempered the Soviet fighter pilots who came back alive from the bloody sky into true elites who had fought hundreds of battles. It was like the terrifying posture of fighting a bloody path out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses in the Colosseum, which was no longer the rookie weaklings who were just starting out in 1941 and were beaten to a pulp by the German air force.

Having predicted what kind of evasive maneuvers the opponent would make in this disadvantageous situation, the La-5 fighter, which was very capable at low altitude, bit the opponent's butt tightly and followed closely, and almost never let go of any shooting window with 10 short shots and 20 long shots.

The BF109 swayed left and right in front, flew up and down, and performed roller maneuvers and scissor maneuvers continuously, but it just couldn't get rid of the Soviet fighter that was sticking to its butt like a dog skin plaster.

A fierce air battle like a duck was in full swing at low altitude. The number of La-5 fighters that dived down from the sky one after another was far beyond the limit of the tolerance of this wave of German escort fighters.

The BF109s, who could not protect themselves and had no energy advantage at all, were already in a difficult situation. It was a blessing in disguise that they were not shot down, and it was worth burning a stick of incense.

The red eagles, who were at ease, did not stop there. Their sharp eagle eyes soon spotted the German bombers and attack planes that had seen the bad situation and were preparing to turn around and flee. A simultaneous game of "the eagle catching the chicken" was inevitable.