Chapter 116 Seeking Help

Not all Ilyushin-2 attack aircraft pilots are as skilled and lucky as this pilot who left. When the Soviet Ilyushin-2 attack aircraft group poured firepower towards the German positions on the ground, they continued to attack the ground. Nearly three minutes later, the first IL-2 attack aircraft shot down by the German anti-aircraft artillery position finally appeared at this moment.

The Il-2, which had just completed a dive attack, was unfortunately hit by a German 37mm anti-aircraft shell on the tail. The warhead contained a 37mm fragmentation tracer bullet with an equivalent charge of 50 grams of TNT. Even when it penetrated After passing through the skin of the aircraft, the Il's fragile tail without armor protection was shattered into pieces.

The IL-2 attack aircraft, which instantly entered an irreversible stall and rolled after losing its tail, plummeted towards the ground while emitting black smoke.

According to common sense, when this kind of aircraft is absolutely impossible to save, pilots from almost all countries will choose to parachute to escape without exception. After all, nothing is more valuable than their own life.

But the Soviet pilot who was currently sitting on his driver's seat did not have such thoughts in his mind.

The moment the Soviet pilot, whose body was covered in blood, was shot, his neck was cut by several 37mm shell fragments that entered the cockpit from the back of his head and he was bleeding profusely.

Sparks and lightning flashed on the shrapnel-pierced instrument panel in front of him. The Soviet pilot, who was touching his neck where blood was pouring out, knew that he would die from excessive blood loss even if he parachuted.

His increasingly blurred eyes could barely see the sight of the aircraft's nose, which was shaking violently due to stalling and rolling. The Soviet pilot, whose right hand was still holding the control stick tightly, immediately made a decision at this critical moment. A decision that the German troops on the ground never expected.

"Oh, damn. That plane! That damn Soviet plane is coming! The pilot didn't parachute, is he crazy!? Get out of the way! Quick, everyone, don't get together, get out of the way!"

The loud and frightening reminder was already too late at this last moment.

After losing the entire tail, it could no longer correct its course from the high-speed dive. Under the influence of gravity acceleration, the IL-2 attack aircraft dived straight above the ground at an angle of 60 degrees. Its speed has exceeded 600 kilometers. Every hour, the four 110-kilogram aerial bombs and four under-wing rockets that kept their magazines open were flashing with a cold light.

"Go to hell! Nacui!"

boom--

The IL-2 attack aircraft, whose nose touched the ground first, turned into a huge fireball almost in the blink of an eye. Four 110-kilogram aerial bombs plus four aerial rockets were finally included in the remaining half of the box of aerial bombs. The final power of the fuel and explosion caused by such a mixture cannot be calculated by simple addition.

The blazing firestorm carried the scattered shrapnel and body wreckage, and swept through the entire German position within the explosion range like a metal storm. The German soldiers who were still fleeing were immediately blown away like a strong wind sweeping through a wheat field. A large area fell, and even the wreckage of a German machine gun position at the center of the explosion could not be found, and no one survived.

With slightly trembling hands, he held the telescope tightly and stared at the rising flames and explosion smoke that gradually dissipated. The huge explosion crater left on the German second defensive position seemed to Colonel Stockhausen simply The average fish pond is bigger.

"These Ivans are simply crazy! We are not fighting normal people now, these are a group of lunatics brainwashed by the Bolsheviks!"

After putting down the telescope in his hand, Colonel Stockhausen paced back and forth in his field command post like an anxious patient waiting for medical treatment. This feeling of tormenting the heart like ants on a hot pot is not for anyone. It's not easy for frontline field commanders.

"No, we can't go on like this! If we go on like this, our position will fall sooner or later, and we have to find a way to ask for help. Even a little bit of help can be of great help."

At the same time, on the other front on the outskirts of Yelniya City, the Waffen SS "Imperial" Division was also trying to defeat the huge strength of nearly ten divisions of the Soviet offensive force on its own. retreat.

The Soviet 122nd and 152th division support artillery shells flying all over the battlefield were like free raindrops falling on the Imperial Division position. In the frontline field headquarters, he held the binoculars in his hand tightly. The Imperial Division Commander Hausser was now covered in dust like a clay Buddha. The dust that had been blown away by various large-caliber Soviet artillery shells and fell on the head of the command headquarters was now like a water curtain hole, falling on Hauser and making a rustling sound.

call out--

boom--

Another Soviet 152mm high-explosive grenade roared like an old ox pulling a broken cart. After exploding next to the infantry trench less than a hundred meters away from the headquarters, a dusty SS first-level assaulter The captain immediately rushed into the command post almost rolling and crawling under the protection of two guards who used their bodies as human shields.

"Pah! Puff! Mouth full of mud and dirt, don't these Russians' heavy artillery shells cost money?!"

Hearing his chief of staff's complaints and remaining silent, Hauser, who still kept his hand holding a telescope to observe the situation on the battlefield, was obviously waiting for his next words.

Sure enough, when the SS-1st-class assault battalion commander, who was also the chief of staff of the Imperial Division, spit out the mud in his mouth, Werner Ostendorf, holding a telegram paper in his hand, immediately spoke to Hausser while panting.

"It's all broken! Not only is the radio antenna of the division headquarters completely scrapped, but now even the telephone lines of our division to the 10th Armored Division and the Great German Infantry Regiment have been blown off by the artillery fire of these Russians! The combat engineer battalion has already pulled out a platoon to repair it. Battalion Commander Schwaner reported to me that their battalion can no longer spare more combat troops to repair the telephone lines. The Russians' frontal offensive is now like a mad dog, and their battalion is also fighting very hard."

After saying all these words, Chief of Staff Ostendorf raised the telegram paper in his hand while panting, and signaled to Hausser not far away. The journey of running wildly in the infantry trenches with his body lowered and bathed in the Soviet artillery fire had obviously exhausted almost all of his physical strength.

"This is the news I just received on the telegraph at the Führer Regiment! The Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment is almost overwhelmed! The Russians have deployed an entire reinforced battalion of heavy tanks to attack their positions. Stockhausen was forced to send us a telegram for help. Make a decision, Hausser."