Chapter 1714 Nightmare Recollector

"We were actually hit on the face by this pregnant German seagull! Shame, a huge shame! Where did our fighter aviation go in such a big advantage? This is one of the most important combat directions, and we also have air supremacy. Why can we let the German flying rags hit us so brazenly!?"

Is Comrade Lao Ma really angry or pretending to be angry?

Of course he is really angry, and he must be very angry.

If you want to say how Comrade Lao Ma evaluates this air raid, it must be the most appropriate description of "not much loss, but extremely insulting". The loud and angry words in his mouth are a true portrayal of his heart at this moment.

"Give priority to rescuing the wounded, check if there are any air raid fires in the village to eliminate hidden dangers! Summarize the casualties and loss reports and submit them as soon as possible, and quickly notify the orders to all regiments and directly affiliated units, go!"

Comrade Lao Ma is angry, and the role of the brain of the whole division is taken over by Comrade Political Commissar.

After the messengers and communication staff quickly took the order and left, Political Commissar Petrov, who had freed his hands, came to Comrade Lao Ma and spoke.

"Okay, don't be too angry. It has already happened. For us, dealing with the aftermath is more important than worrying about other things.

Malashenko put his hands on his hips, panting but not saying anything. Gradually calming down and returning to normal, Malashenko knew that Comrade Political Commissar was telling the truth, and he would definitely have something to say next.

"This air raid must have been planned in advance. The Germans clearly did it in a targeted manner. "

"These Stukas came to attack at dawn, and the sun had just emerged from the horizon when they arrived over the position. If I guessed correctly, these bastards probably took off at dawn, in order to catch us off guard and take advantage of the opportunity to launch a sneak attack when our fighter aviation had not taken off and the air patrol had not yet started. "

"They obviously succeeded. The responsibility does lie with the negligence of the fighter aviation unit, but we can't blame them entirely. What do you think?"

Malachenko, whose eyebrows were almost twisted together, sighed, and his expression relaxed and no longer looked so entangled. Compared with the explosive anger just now, his tone was much better and he spoke slowly.

"Of course I understand all this, but hey, forget it, let's not talk about it. The matter has passed. Let the commander worry about what to do. Just report all the situations. Fortunately, we built the air defense position overnight, and thanks to you watching, otherwise these dozen broken Stukas would cause a lot of trouble.

Malachenko really had enough of the days when he could not make any resistance and could only passively be bombed and flee in panic.

This airstrike, which caused little loss but was extremely insulting, made Malashenko think of the extremely difficult days in the past, and even more of his comrades, comrades, and many innocent people who died tragically in the roar of the Stuka.

If Malashenko's situation were put in the future, it would almost be considered a mild PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder). You can't imagine how strong the will of a person who lives in the roar of terrorist airstrikes all day long can be to survive until today. Those nightmare-like days are really unbearable to look back on. Malashenko's performance is actually quite good.

There was only a short-term emotional outburst and catharsis, and he was able to control his emotions and quickly adjust his state as a division commander and general, so if you want to say that Comrade Lao Ma has no problem at all, that's fine.

After all, everyone has different views and understandings of concepts, right?

"Strengthen the defense, let the air defense battalion strengthen its vigilance and be ready at any time. These bastards who can't change their ways may come again. There are not many effective methods. The Germans will probably not give up the opportunity of air strikes so easily."

"Also contact the rear airport and ask them to keep a close eye on the airspace of our battlefield! I don't want to wait until the ground battle is fierce and be ridden on the head by those German flies. If this happens again, wait for me to complain to the commander in person. I mean what I say!"

"Well, leave it to me. I will handle it. Don't worry."

Air strikes are not trivial matters. What Malashenko said is not wrong. Comrade Political Commissar will naturally not express any negative opinions.

Malashenko, who is still in a bad mood, raised his hand to check the time on his watch. It was just a little after six o'clock and less than seven o'clock.

Judging from past experience, the Germans usually follow up with a strong ground offensive after an air strike, and in most cases it is a strong assault offensive with armored forces as the vanguard. The Germans relied on this trick to be violent in 1941, defeating countless Red Army troops that were not well prepared and had chaotic command. Malashenko also experienced this trick himself.

Malashenko believed that the Germans' air strikes could not be aimless, and there must be supporting actions to be launched later. Combined with the telegram that Vatutin sent to him yesterday, the more violent storm is probably still behind and has already come.

"Wait, I will record all this for you! I will use your German ground forces as a punching bag later, and I will not consider you shitting until I beat you out!"

Malashenko, who was full of anger, had already washed the butcher knife that had slaughtered countless Germans, and was just waiting for these fascist pigs to bump into the knife and seek death.

What happened next was exactly as Malashenko had expected. The German ground offensive was still planned after the failure of the air strike and arrived soon, but the way it arrived once again surprised Comrade Ma.

Swish, swish, swish——

"Vorzhnima! Rocket launcher!"

Malashenko, who did not often face German rocket launchers, was bombed again in a defensive posture. The number of German rockets whizzing in was not too many, and the accuracy was quite outrageous. A considerable part of them fell outside the village, some distance away from the position.

Obviously, this was not a problem caused by the accuracy of the weapon itself, but the German artillery coordinates were vague, and only the approximate position of the enemy was grasped.

When the sound of the rocket explosion disappeared along with the fire and smoke, the Red Army soldiers who had been prepared and suffered minimal casualties saw a large black shadow emerging from the distant horizon, and the grassroots commanders holding binoculars around them saw it more clearly and confirmed the target.

"Luxen tanks! Get ready for battle, comrades!"