Chapter 649 Ace Support
Lieutenant Alelyukhin stared at the battle zone map hanging on the wall in front of him and remained silent. After a moment, he spoke again and immediately asked Colonel Sidnev a question.
"Comrade, what kind of planes did the Germans dispatch? Can you tell me?"
Colonel Sidnev was quite satisfied with Alelyukhin's question. It seemed that the young man in front of him did not lose himself because of his outstanding performance. Knowing oneself and the enemy is what every pilot should do in advance before taking off for combat.
"The front-line ground forces reported that they have only seen German bombers and ground attack aircraft, and have received almost no reports of German fighters. But you still need to be careful just in case. The ground forces have limited recognition of German aircraft and the possibility of misidentification cannot be ruled out. In addition, German fighters may also be on the way to support, so you must be fully prepared." After listening to the answer given by Colonel Sidnev, the young Alelyukhin took another step forward without comment, staring at the red circle marked on the war zone map in front of him and observing it carefully. It was not until a minute later that he gave a firm answer to Colonel Sidnev who was quietly waiting beside him. "No problem, comrade division commander. I am sure I can stop the bombing of those Germans, and I will lead the team to set off now!" What happened just an hour ago is still echoing in Lieutenant Alelyukhin's mind. After taking the dozen German big yellow ducks into view, Alelyukhin immediately raised his head and began to look for the figure of German fighters in other directions in the air. Previous combat experience always reminded Aleliukhin that the favorite thing for the German Air Force fighters was to stay in the high altitude to prepare energy advantages, use friendly forces that were conducting ground attacks and bombings at low altitude as bait, and wait for opportunities to hunt down Soviet fighters that came to intercept.
But what surprised Aleliukhin was that in the cloudless sky, except for those German attack planes that were diving and strafing at low altitude, there was not a single German fighter in the sky.
In other words, these arrogant German attack planes were so arrogant that they dared to act recklessly without the cover of fighters!
Aleliukhin, who had originally looked up to the German Air Force, immediately got angry. The opponent's disregard for him was obviously to the point of contempt and disdain. Raising his hand to connect to the radio channel next to his ear, Aleliukhin immediately gave orders to the surrounding 12 LaG 3 fighter formations.
"Comrades, destroy those Germans! Attack!"
After receiving the order, Alekhin, as the pilot of the entire fleet, dived down towards the German big yellow duck in the low altitude. The LaG 3 fighter pushed the throttle valve to the full and quickly reached an amazing speed of 620 kilometers per hour in the dive.
Alekhin, who was staring at the German attack aircraft in the low altitude, could feel that his car was shaking dangerously, and the pointer on the dashboard in front of him was spinning more and more wildly because of the continuous high-speed dive.
After taking a last look at the dashboard in front of him, the skilled and courageous Alekhin immediately shifted all his attention to the German fighter plane and concentrated on it.
Gently swinging the joystick in his hand, Alekhin firmly put the crosshairs of the mechanical sight on the German aircraft that was still unaware of the danger. Alekhin, who had only such a short shooting window to grasp in the high-speed dive, finally pressed the trigger.
Boom boom boom --
Da da da da --
The 20mm Schwarz cannon and the 7mm Berezin machine gun fired together, emitting hot tracer flames. The German big yellow duck, which had just completed a round of dive and strafing, had no idea that Aleuhin was approaching rapidly.
The bullet shot from the back of the fuselage tore through the skin of the fuselage surface and broke the rear spar of the left wing. The fuel tank placed in the wing was also ignited by Aleuhin's attack.
The big yellow duck with its left wing broken instantly was like a falling star burning in the sky, dragging flames and thick black smoke behind its buttocks and falling towards the ground at an altitude of less than 300 meters.
Aleuhin, who succeeded in one strike, immediately pulled the joystick in his hand to change the fighter plane out of the dive posture and climb up again. The huge overload on his body pressed Aleuhin tightly on the flight seat and he could hardly breathe. The intense physical exertion and the scorching sun above his head made Alekhin, who had just joined the battle, sweat profusely.
Most of the other Lag 3s that followed Alekhin and pounced on the German big yellow ducks also succeeded successfully. After a round of dive windows, 4 big yellow ducks were hit and fell on the spot. Many of the remaining surviving big yellow ducks were injured and full of bullet holes, barely escaping.
Alekhin, who had regained the favorable low altitude, immediately turned the fuselage sideways and turned his head in the cockpit to stare at the clumsy German planes below that seemed panicked.
Alekhin, who initially mistook these German planes for Junkers 88, realized that he was dazzled. These strange-looking and extremely ugly German planes in front of him, although they also had a twin-engine and single vertical tail layout, were obviously not Junkers 88. The slender fuselage was obviously much narrower than the fat Junkers 88.
The streamlined, smooth back and sides of the belly had no exposed rear-facing self-defense weapons, which meant that this German aircraft, which he had never seen before, was basically waiting to die when it was bitten at 6 o'clock.
Alelyukhin, who was delighted, immediately told the other comrades in the air through the radio. The Soviet pilots, who were ready to attack, immediately swung the flexible fuselage of the LaG-3 fighter in their hands, and quickly pointed the nose at these clumsy German big yellow ducks, playing a cat-and-mouse game in the sky.
The fierce battle in the sky was seen very clearly by Malashenko, who had just survived the disaster on the ground. The arrogant German big yellow ducks could not even save their lives when facing the attack of fighter jets.
The clumsy double-engine fuselage plus the two French engines with a pitiful output of 700 horsepower made it impossible for the big yellow ducks to run away or get around. There were no rear-facing self-defense weapons installed on their buttocks and there were no fighter escorts at the moment. Although "waiting to die honestly" was a bit exaggerated, it was the real situation of these German big yellow ducks at the moment.
Malashenko, who was watching the battle in the sky, was naturally relieved at the moment. For Malashenko, nothing was more satisfying than seeing those German planes being hit and falling like dumplings.
As long as the safety in the sky above was guaranteed, the battle on the ground was easy for Malashenko.