Chapter 527: Bombed

Although they were about to face the surging waves of German attacks, fortunately not all conditions were extremely unfavorable to Malashenko. For example, the advantage of defensive terrain was on Malashenko's side.

The entire village of Nibotrikaya was a typical highland distribution pattern with high center and low sides. Standing at the entrance of the village, you could see the surrounding low-lying areas at a glance. This was based on the high terrain area that was deliberately chosen when the village was originally located to prevent it from being flooded by rainwater backflow. Now it just happened to be a natural position for Malashenko and his party to defend.

The reason why the German troops stationed in the village were directly wiped out by Malashenko and his men was mainly related to the time Malashenko chose to launch the attack and the German army's lack of preparedness.

Four or five o'clock in the morning was exactly when people were at their lowest alert.

The German sentry who had been on duty all night dozed off behind the bunker, and the other German soldiers who were sleeping soundly in their quilts were sleeping at the time when they least wanted to get up.

In addition, the German army, which was in an offensive deployment state, did not establish an effective defense in depth at all, and concentrated all its troops at one point in order to launch the most deadly single-point breakthrough attack on the Soviet army.

It takes two to tango. If there were no objective factors on the German side, it would be impossible for Malashenko to take down the heavily defended village of Nibotrikaya in less than one morning. The lack of artillery preparation and air strikes was not to give the German army time to react and a chance to breathe. This village tank raid was a textbook example of a battle.

In addition to the village itself being easy to defend and difficult to attack, Malashenko, who had survived the most difficult 1941, now also had some advantages that he could not even think of last year.

The aviation liaison assigned by the front headquarters was stationed at his regiment headquarters. The field airport 160 kilometers away sounded far away, but for the aircraft, it was just a matter of pushing the throttle for more than ten or twenty minutes.

The Il-2 attack aircraft formation and the MiG-3 and LaG-3 fighter formations were on call. At the same time, Malashenko, who had six friendly infantry divisions to assist him in the battle, could also call for the powerful Soviet field artillery cluster artillery support.

In short, compared with the lonely battle in 1941, Malashenko is now like a landlord who is generous and can fight freely.

"After the battle, we should be as conservative as possible, otherwise we will be really blind if we are really driven into Stalingrad by the Germans. Even if there are tanks waiting to be sent up, it will be difficult to replenish them. Try to preserve your strength as much as possible."

Malashenko, who was silently calculating his own little calculations, was about to call Political Commissar Petrov and Lavrinenko to discuss the deployment and cooperation with friendly forces. Unexpectedly, a shrill whistle in the sky suddenly came from far and near at this time.

"Fuck you! The airstrike is coming faster than rabbits!"

From the dense roar coming from the west, it can be judged that there are definitely more than one or two planes. At this time when a victory has just been won, it is definitely not the Soviet army's own fighter planes that can rush to disturb. The only possibility is that the damn Germans called for their own air support before they died.

Without time to think, Malashenko pushed open the wooden door of the regiment's hut and rushed out. The soldiers who were still busy setting up antennas and carrying things in the yard had already begun to evacuate the yard to avoid the airstrike. Political Commissar Petrov, who had just issued the order to evacuate, saw Malashenko walk out of the house, and immediately stepped forward and pulled Malashenko away.

"Comrade commander, this way! The German planes are coming!"

Woo--

Boom--

Before Political Commissar Petrov finished speaking, a 500-kilogram aerial bomb had been unhooked from the Stuka's rack and thrown straight into the village.

The smoke and dust that rose into the sky instantly tore several houses around to pieces, and rushed straight into the sky with the wreckage.

A captured German Type 3 tank that was close by had not yet been driven away and transferred. A 500-kilogram aerial bomb exploded less than ten meters away from it, and in the blink of an eye, the poor Type 3 tank that was not destroyed by the Soviet army was restored to its parts.

"Damn it! The German air force probably knows that their armored regiment has been completely destroyed, and this is obviously to massacre the village in revenge."

Because the village was just taken in a hurry, the field air defense battalion under the organization of the Malashenko Guards First Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment had not had time to deploy the towed anti-aircraft guns to combat status.

The German fighter planes rolled up and down as if they were in an unmanned area, wantonly venting the most fierce firepower, and violent explosions sounded in every corner of the village, releasing amazing destructive energy.

After the Stukas wreaked havoc for two or three minutes, they found that there were no Soviet fighters ambushing nearby. The daring German BF109 fighters also joined the carnival feast. The 20mm aircraft cannons and 92mm machine guns fired together on the main road of the village, setting off a bloody dance and corpses everywhere.

Malashenko, who was originally complacent because he caught the Germans off guard and suffered heavy losses, never expected that the revenge of these Germans would come so quickly and so strongly.

If it was the German troops on the ground, it would be easy to say. Even if there were more, he would be confident that he could hold on for a few hours and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

But these flies buzzing above his head left Malashenko with no choice but to passively dodge. Even if the tank could fight, it could not erect its gun barrel for air defense. The natural strike advantage of aircraft against tanks always made it difficult for them to attack tanks. Malashenko felt helpless.

"Damn it! You need to talk to Ke Jing later about setting up a field self-propelled anti-aircraft gun. How long will it take for this damn naked chicken to be so useless after being bombed!?"

He was almost running like a mouse in front of the ferocious German air raids. Malashenko, who was in an awkward state, thought of the German self-propelled anti-aircraft guns such as Dongfeng and Tornado, and suddenly had the idea to let Kotin also The idea of ​​​​producing similar products, Malashenko is really fed up with this kind of humiliating and useless days of being bombed without being able to fight back.

Fortunately, this wave of hurried German air raids came and went faster.

A dozen aircraft were hurriedly assembled and rushed towards the front line of the battlefield to support them. The German pilots who were flying halfway suddenly learned that their own ground troops who were going to support were likely to be wiped out. Currently, contact has been interrupted and there is no response. .

The German pilots who were really angry and turned back halfway decided to fly over to take a look for themselves. However, as soon as they entered the airspace of the combat zone, they saw the small ant-like Soviet soldiers cleaning the battlefield below.