Chapter 1776: The Two Heroes of the Skyland

The Stukas, who were chased like a wolf into a sheepfold, were completely panicked. The pilots of the German Air Force Ground Attack Wing, who were busy with crazy ground strikes, did not expect that the Russian fighters would come so quickly and accurately, and they would beat them up without saying a word after catching their own flaws.

The Stuka, whose flight performance had long been outdated, was no match for the La-7. There was no comparability in flight performance between the two models.

The ruthless Soviet fighter pilots were extremely efficient. They gained a lot of results in the first wave of dives and dispersed the entire German Stuka fleet at the same time, which temporarily saved their own ground forces from danger.

The Soviet fighter pilots, who were killing sprees, used all their skills under the leadership of their deputy regiment commander, chasing with wingmen, chasing with lead planes, and using various killing moves to catch the bulky Stuka one after another.

The Stuka, which had no power to protect itself, could only desperately perform evasive maneuvers to try to resist death, but how could the aerodynamic shape of this heavy body, which was like a pregnant seagull, be flexible?

Being pinned down and hammered by a Soviet fighter was considered lucky. Some unlucky Stukas even had to face the Soviet double-plane formation at the same time, with the leader and wingman shooting from both sides.

The body was shot into a sieve and fell down without control. There were many unlucky ones whose wings were broken on the spot and fell to the ground while spinning. What's worse, the fuel tank was blown up in mid-air and exploded into a big fireball in the air.

The high-speed body fragments blown away by the violent explosion, and even the Soviet La-7 fighter that followed the tail-biting strafing to create this result, were accidentally scratched and damaged by the unexpected accident, and the metal cuts on the wings were broken into pieces.

It is impossible to say that this damage has no effect on flight performance. The damage to the aerodynamic shape will inevitably have more or less impact on flight performance, it is nothing more than a question of whether it is serious or not.

But propeller fighters are still low-speed aircraft after all. The damage to the fuselage skin, which has a greater impact on supersonic jet fighters, can only be regarded as a minor impact on flight performance for propeller fighters as long as the entire skin is not blown off. It doesn't matter if there are a few more holes in the wing, and the fighter can continue to fight.

Therefore, the injury of a few scratches on the wing skin can only be regarded as a minor battle damage, which does not affect the Soviet fighter pilots who are full of fighting spirit to continue to kill the German sticks.

Killing these Stukas who have no ability to fight back does not really improve their skills, and it is not much help to improve air combat skills.

But this one-sided battle is fun enough, isn't it?

Flying up and down in the war eagle, maneuvering non-stop, pouring the shells wrapped in revengeful anger on the opponent, tearing the clumsy and slow fuselage into holes in an instant or even breaking it on the spot, and exploding into violent and turbulent fireballs in the air or on the ground.

In this era of scarce material life and few entertainment means, this is a good decompression game, enough to make every real man and pure man who is immersed in it excited!

For the Red Army pilots of these fighter aviation units, there will never be a more decompression entertainment than killing these hateful fascist bastards. It is this group of bastards who sow death and plague in the sky, burn the flames of war air raids all over the motherland, and turn all the things and memories that symbolize beauty into a living hell on earth.

For the fascists in the sky, especially those who drive Stukas and throw iron bombs every day, there is no need for any mercy.

Kozhedub, holding the joystick tightly in his hand and driving his No. 27 La-7 fighter plane steadily, is still fighting. Counting the Stuka that he had beaten to the point of smoking and swaying as if it was about to disintegrate in the air, and the flight altitude was rapidly decreasing, Kozhedub has already killed his fourth victory.

Estimating that his ammunition reserves were running low and he needed to use it sparingly, Kozhedub, who had won four victories, immediately swung the joystick and stopped chasing and shooting. It would not be long before the Stuka, which was seriously damaged to the point of irreparable damage, would fall on its own.

However, the damaged body might still be salvageable, but the severely damaged body plus the smoke on the bottom would really be hopeless. The final result would be either a fire in the air or an overheated engine burning, which would not take too long.

The experienced and skilled Kozhedub knew this very well. No matter what the result was, it was not important. It was enough to know that the Stuka was doomed.

With a sudden swing of the joystick in his hand, Kozhedub piloted the war eagle to fly low over the battlefield, and intentionally maneuvered sideways at ultra-low altitude, presenting the red stars on the wings and the Guards emblem on the nose to the friendly comrades on the ground with the whistling and strong wind of the ultra-low altitude.

The soldiers of the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division, who were still enduring the high-intensity air strikes of the Germans, could not have expected such a scene and huge changes.

First, they were stunned by the one-sided and slaughtering air battle with "Stuka dumplings" constantly falling from the sky, and then they were given such a hand by Kozhedub's low-altitude stunts. A short brain circuit crashed, and after it came back online, a tsunami-like cheering echoed over the battlefield in an instant, one wave higher than the other.

"Ura! Ura!! Long live the Red Army Air Force! Ura!!!"

"Kick these fascists' asses, go ahead! Lavochkin! Shoot them all down!"

The deliberate maneuver of low-altitude flying, forcibly driving and boosting morale continued. Kozhedub, who was precisely controlling the joystick in his hand, planned to fly through the entire war zone and then change course and rise.

But just when he was about to reach the end of the war zone, the sharp-eyed Kozhedub just glanced inadvertently, and his excellent vision saw a special and huge heavy tank with a striking shape that stood out from the crowd. There was a man who was tall enough to be seen by just exposing his upper body outside the turret, looking at his position and casting a focused gaze.

In the tank troops who were generally short in stature, it was rare to see such a tall man who was like an iron tower. In addition, the huge heavy tank with a special shape and standing out from the crowd under him made Kozhedub, who was curious, inevitably slow down the throttle in his left hand and slow down the speed of passing through the field to take a closer look.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. With a careful look, Kozhedub saw the eye-catching white numbers printed on the side of the turret of the huge heavy tank at the moment when it passed over the end of the war zone at an ultra-low altitude.

"Car No. 177!? Is it him? Is it General Malashenko!?"

The name of the tank hero has long been spread throughout the motherland and everyone knows it. Kozhedub also knew when he received the combat mission before taking off that the ground friendly forces he was going to support on this trip were the Stalin Guards First Tank Division led by Malashenko, the most elite heavy tank unit of the entire Red Army named after the leader.

The number 177 has long been closely linked to the name of Malashenko, and has been on the front page of Pravda many times in the form of photos accompanied by the huge steel body.

Those inspiring frozen battlefield scenes have long been imprinted in the hearts of countless Red Army soldiers in the form of black and white photos, boosting morale. Among those who were so inspired, of course, Kozhedub was one of them.

Similarly, Malashenko, whose entire upper body stood outside the turret, saluted the La-7 fighter jet that just flew over his head at a very low altitude.

Regardless of whether the pilot could see this salute, at least Malashenko saw the red and white number "27" on the side of the fuselage clearly. The name associated with it in the distant future memory has never been forgotten from beginning to end.

"Thank you, Stalin's eagle."