Chapter 2329 "That's Not Il-2"
Chapter 2329 "That's not Il-2"
"We didn't call for air support, where did they come from? Who called them?"
The flames of death poured down from the sky, and the hot rain of fire burned on the battlefield full of war.
A sudden whistling air raid disrupted everything. Malashenko and his team, who began to enter the shooting position and fiercely fire at the German tanks, were completely stunned. At first, they didn't even understand whether the whistling sound of the engine above their heads was their own or the enemy's. It was not until they opened the turret hatch on their heads and glanced at the sky that they confirmed the identity of the friendly forces after seeing the shining red star on the wing.
"Stop talking nonsense, take out the flag quickly and put it on the roof, quickly!"
Malashenko didn't have time to exclaim like Ivushkin. How to prevent the damage of this air raid from causing harm to friendly forces was the top priority at the moment.
Ivushkin, who had not thought of this for a moment, was startled when he heard Malashenko's order. Without saying a word, he immediately picked up the air defense identification flag in the storage box beside him and pretended to climb out of the turret and spread it on the roof.
Malashenko, who was holding the radio transmitter, was not idle either. He had no time to help Ivushkin spread the flag outside the turret. Now there was a more important order that had to be issued quickly.
"Alpha Commando, avoid the air strike area! Stay away from those fascists! The planes and bombs in the sky are blind, evade immediately!"
The flank attack unit, which tried to make a roundabout attack under Malashenko's order, forced the German armored forces to be unable to concentrate all their combat forces to fight, has now moved at high speed to a very close side and rear position to the German tanks, approaching within one kilometer, and can launch an assault on the German enemy in front of them with just one foot on the accelerator.
One kilometer is a long distance on the ground, but in the sky, this is the distance that the pilot can measure with the index finger and thumb pinched gesture when sitting in the cockpit.
There were no enemy identification devices that could send out electronic signals these days. Pilots had to rely on their naked eyes to judge and aim at air strike targets, and they could attack whoever they wanted.
Going further ahead was very dangerous. If they got too close to the Germans, Malashenko could say with certainty that his troops would be bombed. It was impossible to tell which was which between the Stalin tanks and the Tiger King tanks, both of which were large in size.
In the past, other friendly troops were accidentally injured in their own air strikes because they were too close to the Germans, and were even chased and attacked by the air force. There were countless and many such cases. As a division commander, Malashenko certainly knew these negative examples and had his troops learn from them. Now facing this situation, he naturally had to do his best to avoid possible accidental injuries in air strikes.
Whether it was ordering the Alpha Commando to evade and retreat urgently, or asking Iushkin to lay a large air defense identification flag on the roof of his command vehicle, all of this was done to prevent the Red Army Air Force's iron bombs from being dropped on the heads of the Red Army tank soldiers and themselves from blowing themselves up.
Iushkin, who was laying the air defense identification flag outside the turret, was very skillful. In a few seconds, he laid the hammer and sickle red flag on the top of the turret, fastened it to the radio antenna and the roof machine gun mount, and returned to the car before Malashenko put down the radio.
"Done! What should we do now? Reverse!?"
Malashenko, who did not intend to do so, raised his head again and glanced at the commander's periscope in front of him as Iushkin panted.
"There's no need for that. We're far enough away from the airstrike zone. The first few vehicles that entered the battle zone are already retreating. The guys in the sky have good eyesight and have no intention of attacking us."
The emergency air defense and risk avoidance measures that were prepared for all events were not used. What surprised Malashenko was that the pilots in the sky had good eyesight and did not mistake the friendly tank targets for the Germans and bombed them all into the sky. Moreover, this model also looked quite bright.
"Am I dazzled? I always feel that there seems to be something different about those Il-2s?"
The Germans who were bombarded had no ability or time to fight the enemy ground forces. This gave the Red Army tank soldiers who also had to avoid risks and stay away from the airstrike zone to prevent accidental injuries a good opportunity to "eat melons and watch the show" and it was absolutely safe.
For example, Ivushkin now stuck half of his head out of the car, looking at the red star warhawks flying up and down and whistling in the sky and asked questions. Malashenko, who was leaning on the captain's seat and taking advantage of the air raid to light a cigarette and relieve his craving, answered casually.
"That's not Il-2, it's the latest Il-10, a new upgraded model of Il-2. It's faster, more powerful, more accurate and deadly than the old model of Il-2, enough for those fascists."
As Malashenko said, the Il-10, as the direct descendant of Il-2, is now using all kinds of weapons to kill the German tanks on the ground.
The 132mm heavy aviation rocket whizzed out from under the wing and rushed straight towards the top of the German tank on a high-angle dive trajectory.
250 kg aerial bombs were dropped one after another. In order to ensure the hit rate, they even dropped multiple bombs at a time. As long as they could kill or paralyze a Tiger King, they would win.
These ground raids led by a group of veterans quickly yielded results. The rich experience in air raids, coupled with cutting-edge weapons and equipment, naturally dealt a heavy blow to the German army.
The German tanks destroyed by the air strike were burning one after another. It was impossible to confirm the exact number of destroyed tanks for a while, but it was visible to the naked eye that a tank had been destroyed and the burning German armored soldiers were forced to abandon their vehicles and escape.
However, the direct descendants of the "Black Death" in the sky would not let them go so easily.
The high-raised scythe blades fell heavily on the backs of the German armored soldiers who had abandoned their vehicles and escaped, leaving no one alive.
Boom boom boom boom boom——
The fierce firepower of the 23mm aircraft gun easily tore any flesh and blood body in the path of its trajectory into pieces.
The crimson tracer bullets were like two blood whips that twisted the flesh and blood. Wherever they hit, there was a piece of crimson rotten blood and flesh and hideous white bones scattered all over the ground. The air was filled with the smell of death.
"These Germans are finished. Today is the end of the 502nd Battalion. Count them. There are more than 20 Il-10s in the sky. It is more than enough to carry away these fascist bastards."