Chapter 1432 Painful Times

"I never thought we had so many planes. It seems that there was never such a scene during the Red Square parade. Maybe it's just a psychological effect. Maybe I haven't seen decent air support for too long."

Malashenko was not the only one looking up at the sky. Iushkin, who was half out of the turret, was doing the same thing.

After hearing Iushkin's "deep emotion", Malashenko beside him also nodded and grinned.

"Yes, not only you think so, I think so too."

Wu-hum-

The Tu-2 bomber formation with the roaring engine has already flown over the top of Malashenko's car. The huge engine noise directly covered the sound of the tank column, which was deafening.

Although the flying altitude of the Tu-2 bomber formation was not as low as that of the Il-2 attack aircraft formation just now, it was only more than 1,000 meters and less than 2,000 meters above the ground, which was not too high.

As a frontline main tactical bomber, the Tu-2 has a very solid and reliable body structure. It can not only undertake the task of horizontal bombing, but also, as long as the pilot's skills are skilled enough and the combat experience is rich enough, the twin-engine and powerful Tu-2 can fully perform the dive bombing mission of precision bombing.

It is not without reason that it can be called the best frontline tactical bomber in the late World War II. The actual performance of the Tu-2 is completely worthy of this title, and even better. The bomb load of 4 500 kg bombs is powerful enough among tactical bombers. These 18 Tu-2 bombers will foreseeably cause a heavy blow to the German army. Malashenko is very sure and affirmative of this.

The only thing he needs to do next is to rush up to finish off those Germans and send tanks one by one.

"It will start soon. I guess you can still hear explosions later. Get ready."

The straight-line distance between the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division in pursuit and the fleeing German army in front is only less than ten kilometers.

If tanks and infantry on the ground want to cross this straight-line distance of less than ten kilometers, they may have to travel a long way with bumps and twists.

But for the planes in the sky, a straight-line distance of only ten kilometers can basically be reached in an instant.

The roar and explosion produced by the fall of 500 kg high-explosive bombs are loud enough to be heard clearly several kilometers away. When Malashenko thought that the Germans would be bathed in the flames of death soon, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly again, showing great anticipation.

"I want to see how long you rubbish can last, and experience the last painful time before death in the torture of air-ground linkage three-dimensional pursuit."

Malashenko guessed correctly

That is, less than a cigarette's time after the bomber group in Figure 2 flew away, a loud and violent roar and explosion sounded from afar as expected.

Boom boom boom --

"Oh! It's started, listen!"

Iushkin, who seemed to be excited all of a sudden, grabbed Malashenko's arm and shouted repeatedly. Comrade Ma, who was not deaf, also pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

At first, there were only one or two loud explosions with a long interval, but later it turned into a series of bombs exploding one after another. It was like the sound of the cannon at 10 o'clock on New Year's Eve directly jumped to 12 o'clock. The explosions that came one after another like a tsunami soon came from the distant horizon.

"This is a big noise! ​​The Germans must be very happy now, I guarantee it!"

Iushkin, who looked excited and surprised, couldn't suppress his excitement and blurted out directly. Malashenko, who felt the same way, knew that the time was ripe.

"All crews, I'm the division commander Malashenko. Speed ​​up the march and move forward at full speed! If it's a little later, we'll really have to go up and collect corpses. Go up and get those Germans! We're going to end everything today!"

The short battle after the fierce air raid just now was almost effortless to get everything done. In addition to those German guns and trophies that were dispensable like garbage, there were only those prisoners who were too annoying and a waste of time and the German corpses all over the ground.

Malashenko wanted a glorious victory, not eating the leftovers of the plane and rushing up to collect corpses. The Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division was not a vulture-like scavenger.

Kill those Germans! Not only eat the German meat, but also chew the German bones!

This is the true meaning of the emblem of the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division designed by Malashenko himself.

The continuous and violent explosions were like thunder, getting louder and louder as the distance approached, almost deafening.

Malashenko, who didn't know how far he was from the Germans, could only roughly judge how far he was from the battlefield based on the distance of the explosions.

Just like the tactical arrangement just now, Malashenko, who was striving to intervene in the battlefield quickly, still sent his best friend and good brother: Deputy Division Commander Lavrinenko personally led the team, leading the fastest group of medium tanks to open up an attack route and confirm the specific situation of the current battlefield.

Just when Comrade Lao Ma estimated that the explosion was about two or three kilometers away, Lavrinenko's familiar voice suddenly came from the radio transmitter hanging on the wall of the turret beside him.

"We are here, Malashenko! Large groups of Germans are being bombed. The exact number is unclear at the moment. I can only tell you that there are a lot of them! Really a lot! Trucks, tanks, infantry, everything, everywhere. The bombers' bombs seem to be few and almost used up. What are you going to do!?"

The first thing after arriving at the battlefield was to report to Malashenko the actual situation he had seen with his own eyes. This was an invisible tacit understanding that had long been formed between Lavrinenko and Malashenko.

"While the planes haven't finished bombing, rush up and fire at those Germans and get close to them! Just make sure you don't enter the danger range of accidental bombing. As soon as the airstrike is over, rush up and tear those Germans apart!"

Even if he didn't see the specific situation on the scene with his own eyes, Malashenko could roughly imagine and guess how miserable the Germans were being suppressed now! It is not easy to withstand a 500-kilogram rain of aerial bombs. The Germans are now trying to find a crack in the ground to hide in to avoid the air raid, let alone stand up to resist. How can they care about the Red Army troops coming from the ground?