Chapter 1713 Howling at Dawn

Malachenko could foresee that today's battle would not be easy, this was inevitable.

The Germans would use all their tricks and skills to deal with him, Malachenko could foresee this and was sure that he was ready.

But things that were beyond expectations always came too fast. For example, Comrade Lao Ma really didn't expect that today's battle would actually kick off with the roar of the German Stuka.

Woo——

"Air raid! German air raid! Everyone lie down and protect the division commander comrade!"

Boom——

"Bah! Cough cough fuck!"

Malachenko quickly got up from the ground and straightened his back with a gentle and easy-going voice. He almost forgot when he was bullied by the German plane last time. The anger in his heart was so angry that he got up early in the morning.

"These bastards! Where are our planes? Shouldn't we have air superiority? Where are our fighter aviation?!"

The Germans don't have many Stukas. A rough estimate shows that there are only about a dozen or less than twenty in the sky.

For a strategic counterattack of the level of Operation Bagration, the Germans' planes are not enough to fill the gaps in such a large battlefield, and this is used in the most important battlefield: the air strike force at the encirclement point that will soon wrap the Germans up. Such a shabby force shows how poor the German air force is now. ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

Although there has been no air strike for a long time, this does not mean that the air defense force assigned to the 1st Guards Tank Division of Stalin will be weakened and passive.

In fact, as early as yesterday evening when the construction of the defense position near the village began, the political commissar in charge of the defense deployment had already watched the construction and erection of the air defense position. All types of long guns and short guns of the division's field anti-aircraft battalion pointed obliquely at the sky, raised their gun barrels, pointed the black muzzles at the direction where the German planes might attack, and camouflaged them.

Dongdongdong——

Boom——Boom——

With full preparation, the division's field anti-aircraft battalion had already entered the battle as soon as the enemy attacked, firing fiercely into the sky.

The high-rate small-caliber anti-aircraft machine guns wove a dense barrage of fire, blocking the attack route of the German aircraft and forcing it to be unable to drop bombs. The 85mm large-caliber anti-aircraft guns were grouped into groups, covering the designated airspace under unified command and prediction. The dense black cloud of anti-aircraft shells could swallow up an entire airspace at a time, which was far more efficient than the large-caliber anti-aircraft guns fighting alone.

A Stuka that failed to dodge and rushed directly into the 85mm anti-aircraft artillery explosion barrage was in bad luck. When it got in, it was still intact, but the paint was slightly peeling.

When this unlucky guy rushed out from the other side of the explosion black cloud, the skin of the fuselage was torn and scarred by high-speed shrapnel, and the tattered clothes of the beggar Hanako that had not been changed for ten years were even more torn.

The serious damage to the skin of the fuselage was not a fatal injury. The terrible thing was that after the high-temperature and high-speed shrapnel tore through the fragile defense of the skin of the fuselage, it still retained huge kinetic energy and continued to move forward. Finally, it crashed into the main fuel tank of the Stuka and ignited the aviation fuel, and a raging fire instantly rose.

The whole tattered Stuka immediately fell down with thick smoke and burning flames like a meteorite falling from the sky.

Such scenes are not isolated cases. The serious shortage of German air force and the well-prepared and well-rested air defense forces on the positions made this air raid and air defense operation a battle of equal strength, rather than an overwhelming air raid advantage in the traditional concept.

The Stuka, which was still quite capable at the beginning of the war, is now outdated and broken. The Red Army's Figure 2 tactical bomber in horizontal dive double bombing mode can blow this crappy thing away.

The Red Army's air defense forces have already accumulated very mature experience in dealing with the Stuka. According to the low-speed maneuverability of this thing, how much pre-aiming lead time should be used, this is the textbook-level content that has been written into the air defense textbooks.

The first enemy plane shot down by the young Red Army soldiers was basically the same as taking down the Stuka, a stupid and slow pregnant seagull.

The ground anti-aircraft firepower was extremely fierce, and it was still surging.

The German pilots who were dodging the anti-aircraft fire and the death dance in the sky noticed that some Russians on the ground who were not suppressed by the air strike and were protected by their own anti-aircraft fire actually climbed onto the tanks to operate the anti-aircraft machine guns on the roof to join the battle and fire at their own side.

For the Stuka pilots responsible for ground attack, such behavior was basically the same as spitting in their faces. They looked down on me in the face of my air strike? Did they lose face and heart or what?

But the situation was stronger than people. If there was no dense firepower from those anti-aircraft guns, the German pilots could guarantee that they would dive down now and instantly kill those daring Russians with their cars.

But in the current situation, rushing down in the dense anti-aircraft fire was basically the same as seeking death. The Stuka's key armor protection, which was better than nothing, could not withstand such dense anti-aircraft fire.

Sometimes, they don't even need to be hit by anti-aircraft guns. Even the Russian tank anti-aircraft machine guns that are equipped with armor-piercing incendiary bombs can easily knock down their own Stukas.

"Damn it! This battle can't be fought. The Russian position is just like a hedgehog!"

Translated into Chinese, the words of the German commander who led the air strike were really like this.

Soon, Malashenko, who was surrounded by the guards of the division headquarters, saw the German Stukas that were chased around like poor ducks. After repeated attempts without success and unable to find a suitable attack route, and after five or six planes were chased down in succession, they finally turned around and turned back with a flap of their wings.

Of course, before leaving, these Stukas still randomly threw the bombs they brought into the village. In short, they couldn't bring back the things they brought out.

These 500, 250, and even 50 kilograms of various types of bombs fell in various locations in the village. Some of them did hit people and caused certain casualties, but this was only a minority after all.

More bombs fell on the edge of the village, on the open space on the village road, and in houses where no one was there. After a series of crackling sounds of collapsing walls and houses and the explosions of bombs, there was no more movement, and only Comrade Lao Ma, who was so angry that he was jumping up and down, continued to curse.