Chapter 1074 Let’s Compare Calibers?

One of the things that Malashenko hated the most was that those hateful flies of the German Air Force rode on his head and shit on him, but he could do nothing but watch the bombing. This feeling was extremely aggrieved and depressed.

In fact, it was not just Malashenko. This was the same for all armored commanders in the world. No one wanted to experience the feeling of being ridden and shitted by an airplane. It was terrible.

And now, the situation has changed, and the feeling that once made Malashenko extremely painful has come to the German army itself. The Guards Flag Division, which was pressed to the ground and rubbed wildly by the Soviet attack aircraft and bomber units, was in trouble in an instant.

The roaring Il-2 attack aircraft and the Tu-2 tactical bomber spread death and destruction to the battlefield. The SS infantry, who were terrified and fleeing in all directions under the roar of the steel wings, were blown up in an instant and suffered heavy losses.

Machine gun bullets, cannon shells, rockets, aerial bombs

All weapons that could attack the German army were put to use, and the explosions and flames were like a prairie fire that soon covered the entire German army.

First, the cannons fired, then the rockets fired, and finally the bombs carried in the belly bomb bay were thrown at the German army's face for the final attack, but if you think that this is the end, you are too simple. ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

The Il-2, which was almost whizzing past the ground, had just pulled up and entered the climbing phase, and the self-defense machine gunner in the back seat had come on stage.

The 7mm Berezin machine gun pulled the tracer bullet screen and aimed at the German infantry on the ground and fired crazily. The SS infantry, who had just been stunned by the bombing, didn't even have time to breathe and were washed by the machine gun again.

The crackling of large-caliber machine gun bullets caused the soil to fly everywhere. The SS infantrymen who had just captured the trenches really didn't know where to hide now. Where could they hide to be safe and save their lives?

The approaching Russian steel monsters would hit their faces in less than a minute. The attack planes and bombers in the sky were still firing desperately with all the weapons they could attack.

The scene of various weapons hitting their heads desperately as if they were free made the SS infantrymen have no doubts. If the propellers were also usable weapons, those Russian pilots would definitely launch the propellers and throw them over their heads, just like the meat grinders in the slaughterhouse that handle raw meat, instantly mincing themselves into pieces without leaving any traces.

When will this hellish air raid end? The SS infantrymen who were dizzy and tinnitus had no time to think about it and didn't know at all.

Most people had lost the ability to continue to resist the Soviet charge at this moment, but there were still a few incredibly fanatical desperadoes who dared to stand up and pick up the weapons in their hands to fight back.

But adhering to the time-honored truth that the first bird to stick its head out will be shot, these SS infantrymen who are so brave on both sides will obviously not end up well.

"Damn Russians! Shit-eating Stalin!"

It is common for cowards to be emboldened by alcohol. Similarly, when preparing to do something, a few harsh words can also give yourself courage and refresh your mind, making the already fanatical believers even more desperate.

Da da da da——

An SS infantryman who could no longer bear the huge pressure on the verge of collapse stood up instantly, aimed his brand-new MG42 general-purpose machine gun at the target in front of him and fired directly from the waist.

The standard, pure German bloodline touted by the head of state gave him a tough figure of more than 1.8 meters tall. His unicorn arms, as thick as a little girl's thighs, held the matchstick-like MG42 in his arms, and his other hand directly grasped the front bipod to maintain balance, control the recoil, and pour out firepower.

The MG42 tearing machine with a very fast firing rate was equipped with a 75-round drum magazine with the same appearance as the previous MG34. Instead of responding with bursts of fire, dozens of bullets were poured out in an instant when it was directly fired crazily.

Several Red Army soldiers who were about to rush to the front were instantly knocked to the ground by this desperate SS machine gunner who suddenly appeared. The MG42 tearing machine with a very fast firing rate was often hit by seven or eight bullets or even more than a dozen bullets as long as it was hit by the barrage. If it hit the same part continuously, it could even directly break the arms and legs, and bleed like a fountain.

From the perspective of machine gun design, this may lead to a waste of firepower. In fact, even the German army, which has no worries about ammunition consumption, usually uses MG42 for bursts, because if this great god holds the trigger, it is a waste of bullets and barrels. Even if the deputy gunner carries ten spare barrels and carries full bullets in his neck, waist, and hands, it is not enough to fight.

However, in the current close combat, the terrifying rate of fire of MG42 has been best utilized.

Several Red Army soldiers who were swept to the ground in an instant were killed without even having time to react. The SS machine gunner who held the MG42 for a while had to pay a corresponding price.

Just firing continuously and hitting four enemies, the MG42 loaded with 75 rounds of fully loaded drums heard the sound of the firing pin hitting the air.

Knowing how fast the gun in his hand could fire, the machine gunner immediately shrank back into the trench, took out the last spare drum magazine from the portable drum magazine bag hanging on his hip, opened the upper cover of the receiver, hung the drum magazine on it, inserted the ammunition belt, buckled the top cover back, and pulled the bolt to load the chamber.

The SS machine gunner who changed the bullets smoothly was definitely not an ordinary person. It usually takes seven to ten seconds for a qualified machine gunner to complete the change of bullets alone, but in his fast and dexterous hands, he only took five seconds to complete it. The terrible battlefield pressure seemed to be non-existent and did not affect him at all.

The SS machine gunner who quickly changed the bullets did not hesitate. As usual, he once again stretched his upper body out of the trench, raised his weapon in his hand, aimed at the target again, and prepared to pull the trigger to fire.

But this time, the fox and the hound were swapped. The SS machine gunner, who had not yet had time to kill, had become a hunted target.

Boom, boom, boom—

The noise level of the DShK 7mm heavy machine gun when firing is much duller and heavier than that of the MG42. If the MG42 is like the sound of a chain saw filled with oil starting up, then the sound of the DShK firing can be described as "beating a gong and beating a drum".

The effect of the 7mm machine gun bullets that even the 251 half-track vehicle could not withstand on people is needless to say. The SS machine gunner holding the MG42 was torn to pieces by the heavy firepower that hit him in the face before he even felt the pain.