Chapter 2204 Fire in the Snow

Chapter 2209 Fire in the Snow

When the rockets and aerial bombs swept over, the German soldiers on the ground were staring at each other in fear, and they didn't even have time to dodge. The broken voice of the heart-wrenching roar echoed in the air and resonated with the rain of bullets. Google search reading

"Air raid! Russian air raid! Disperse quickly"

Boom--

The huge explosion was accompanied by a mushroom cloud rising from the ground in an instant. The shock wave that shook the bombs in an instant swept everything around like a tsunami. Even the snow on the ground was like a dish stir-fried in a pot and blew directly into the air. The pale storm of destruction was filled with the flames of death. This is the current situation.

"Hide! Get off! Hurry up and hide!!!"

It sounds like a lucky thing to be qualified to stay on the truck instead of traveling on foot. At least it can save the trouble of traveling and save physical strength.

But one fact that cannot be avoided is that those "lucky" German soldiers who stayed in the trucks were not intact people. Instead, they were wounded German soldiers who barely survived the high-intensity battle that lasted all day yesterday, and were injured and crippled by the Red Army's devastating artillery bombardment and air raids.

The wounded soldiers could not continue to fight on the front line, especially those who were injured by artillery bombardment and air raids. Most of them were missing arms and legs. Staying on the front line was even more cumbersome and useless. It was normal for them to be sent to the rear of the position for recuperation and preparation for transfer.

When the German rear guard changed to the forward and began to retreat, these wounded soldiers who had just withdrawn and some of them were not out of danger of life became the front. The hastily started evacuation operation did not care about arranging them in the back, and they could only retreat in a convenient way.

But when the unexpected Red Army air raid suddenly came, these German wounded who were arranged on the trucks once again became more unlucky than one another.

The driver and co-driver of the truck were terrified by the fierce air raid explosions and the roar of fighter planes. They jumped out of the car and ran away, not caring about the wounded comrades in the back of the car who were injured or disabled and had difficulty moving.

"Help me, don't leave, who will help us?"

No one cared about the helpless cries of the wounded in the back of the car. Of course, it is possible that they didn't hear them at all. After all, there was nothing more important than escaping under the massive air raid of the Russians. Even if they heard it, what would it matter? Could it be that they really had to sacrifice the lives of more intact people for those disabled people?

This is obviously not worth it, and of course no one would consider this matter when the fire is burning at this time. It is more important to save their own lives first.

Boom——

Boom——

The Russian air raids continued with bombs raining down and explosions everywhere, as if thunderbolts were hitting the ground, with impacts and fire everywhere. The truckload of wounded soldiers who were lucky enough not to be blown up by the air raids were still ignored. Even the wounded soldiers with complicated emotions should now understand a truth: they can only rely on themselves if they want to survive.

"We have to leave here, move, and help those who can't move, quickly!"

The officers among the wounded were calling on everyone to act quickly without waiting or relying on others. The less seriously injured helped those with broken arms and legs, and those with bandages on their heads tried to carry those lying on stretchers. A group of German wounded soldiers who were missing parts tried their best to survive, but this did not mean that they were qualified to live.

Efforts are just a process, not a result, and efforts do not necessarily lead to positive gains, just like an Il-2 attack aircraft swooping down on the ground, which did not recognize the efforts made by these German bastards.

Swish, swish, swish, swish——

Boom, boom, boom——

Rockets were fired at a distance of 500 meters, and machine guns roared at a distance of 300 meters.

The Il-2 attack aircraft, which was proficient in the attack rhythm, was obviously the vehicle of an experienced pilot. During a short attack window of a dive, a whole row of six German trucks were covered, and 132mm heavy aviation rockets and 23mm aircraft cannon shells were evenly sprinkled on the enemy's face, ensuring that everyone had a share, ensuring the maximum effect of a dive attack.

If there were fully enclosed armored vehicles, the situation might be much better. As long as they were not directly hit by 132mm rockets, there should be no problem. However, the fate of these fragile, unarmored and open-top German troop transport trucks was far from being so lucky.

A single 132mm rocket, even if it was just a side-hit or a near miss, could easily take away these fragile "iron-clad" troop carriers, including the people and vehicles, instantly, provided that there were people in the vehicles. Coincidentally, there were people in these abandoned, immobile German trucks, and there were quite a few of them.

"Oleg! All six were destroyed! I saw those fascists burning, and the cars were full of Nazis!"

Generally speaking, when a fixed-wing attack aircraft completes a dive attack and changes its course to an oblique angle and climbs upward, the pilot, limited by the visual field, cannot look back at the ground to confirm his results, but this is not a problem for the Il-2.

The self-defense machine gunner in the back seat had a panoramic view of the devastated ground after the air raid. He clearly saw how the German soldiers in the trucks were thrown into the sky by the violent explosion, and then fell heavily in the flames and smoke, hitting the ground and breaking into a pool of meat paste. He shouted excitedly to the main pilot in the front seat.

What is more bizarre is that the Germans, who have a very limited number of trucks available and lack oil, have to adhere to the principle of "one truck for multiple uses", which is to put the wounded in the trucks and squeeze a few boxes of ammunition into them, so as to reduce the weight of the soldiers on foot during the retreat and run as fast as possible.

The idea is good, and it is okay to do so if there is no accident under normal circumstances, but the problem is that this is not a normal situation, it is a large-scale air raid by the Red Army.

The power of the 132mm heavy rocket warhead itself is already considerable enough. Coupled with the explosion of the truck's fuel and the ammunition in the back compartment, it is not difficult to guess how brilliant and dazzling the large fireworks that burst out of the entire truck can be. The same is true for why the remains of German soldiers were blown up to a height of more than ten meters.

"Hold on! I want another round!"

Hearing the feedback of the battle results confirmed by the back-seat machine gunner, the pilot, who still had surplus ammunition on hand and could fire at least two more rounds, immediately changed to level flight, pushed the joystick in his hand to control the Il-2 to enter the attack route again, and prepared to throw fire and death on the heads of the fascist bandits below again.