Chapter 733 Lavochkin

Major General Osheim did not know the name of the Soviet commander opposite who gave him a headache, nor did he know that the Soviet tank troops that blocked the German armored soldiers in the train station and beat them to bloody wounds were exactly in the German army. Malashenko, the leader of the Guards' 1st Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, is known as the "Iron Butcher" among frontline officers and soldiers.

After being scolded by Paulus, the next offensive was inevitable. Major General Osheim, who was busy driving all the exhausted German officers and soldiers, followed Paulus's order and took out a simple table. The strong smell of blood could be smelled on the table. The combat order, he was going to invest the power he thought was enough to completely reverse the situation of the war in this afternoon's offensive operation.

Although Paulus had many shortcomings, he was obedient to Hitler, had almost no independent opinions, and was easily swayed at critical moments.

But there are still some remarkable things about this commander who came from a civilian background.

For example, Paulus was more considerate of his subordinates than most of the aloof Junker generals. Although he threatened and scolded Major General Osheim on the phone like a sharp-tongued man, in the final analysis he was still a bit arrogant. Paulus still mobilized the greatest support he could for Major General Osheim: a ground attack formation with a total of 12 Stukas.

The battle began under the swooping screams of these Stukas that were not even sent to escort fighter jets.

The sound of a 500-kilogram aerial bomb hitting the position is far beyond that of ordinary large-caliber heavy artillery. Even people hiding in the trenches in the safety zone will be shaken to the ground and take off with their feet due to the strong vibrations coming from under their feet. On the ground, Malashenko, who had temporarily left his car for safety reasons, was feeling this terrible tremor in the trench not far away.

boom--

There was another loud sound that could almost tear a person's eardrums apart. Malashenko, who didn't know how far away the aerial bomb was from him, could only feel as if he had become a fairy. In an instant, His feet were suspended in the air, and then fell heavily before he could react. Twenty centimeters of mud from the rain in the trench instantly splashed all over Malashenko's face and mouth.

"Gah! Bah! Bah! Damn, this mud is sour and smelly. I'll fuck the German guy! Damn it!"

The elegant and easy-going Malashenko struggled to get up from the mud and greeted the eighteen generations of the German ancestors. The German pilots in the sky seemed to hear someone on the ground scolding them. One of the planes had a load on the belly. The Stuka, armed with a 500-kilogram aerial bomb, made a turn and rushed straight towards Malashenko's position.

"I'll fuck you! Are you serious? Damn it!"

Malashenko, who was cursing in his heart, was about to plunge back into the mud to hide, but he did not expect that the roar of an aircraft engine that he had not noticed before suddenly came.

The fat and slow Stuka fuselage was set in the ring of the mechanical sight and the fire button was accurately pressed. The roar of the 20mm Schwak cannon and the 7mm Berezin machine gun instantly overshadowed the engine noise, and the battlefield was The unexpected gesture of all creatures on the planet tore apart the evil enemy who invaded their homeland.

In fact, there are not many cases of being directly hit by an aerial bomb mounted under the belly of an aircraft, causing it to explode into a fireball in the air. The probability of this happening is basically the same as winning 5 million in a lottery ticket.

But such a low-probability unfortunate event happened to hit the German pilot's head.

The 20mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb that penetrated the fuselage skin at an angle of 45 degrees from top to bottom continued to advance. After passing through the empty internal space of the fuselage, it penetrated the belly skin for a second time and accurately hit the target. The black 500-kilogram aerial bomb penetrated the surface of the missile and exploded into a ball of bright flames before anyone could react.

boom--

What does it feel like when a 500-kilogram aerial bomb and a half-full aviation fuel tank explode in the air at a height of 700 meters overhead?

There are not many people who are lucky enough to have experienced this feeling and come back alive to tell the story of their legendary experiences. Malashenko is one of them.

The debris of the aircraft body covered with burning fuel fell straight down like a meteor shower all over the sky. It was estimated that it should be part of the Stuka's nose engine, and the large black smoke debris hit it close to Malashenko. Less than five meters away from the trench, the loud sound when he landed even made Malashenko think that his life was really going to be decided here.

"Comrade commander, look! It's a fighter jet, our Red Star! Our aviation comrades are here to help us!"

The first person to recover from the strong shock was not Malashenko, but the loader Kirill who was hiding in the same trench with Malashenko. He raised his right arm and pointed directly at the sky. Even Malashenko couldn't help being stunned when he saw it.

"Damn it, I got air support?"

In disbelief, Malashenko subconsciously raised his head and looked up at the sky, and then saw a figure fluttering in the sky whizzing past his head, with a red five-pointed star logo painted on the fuselage and tail. Seeing this scene, Malashenko almost burst into tears with excitement.

"I'm going to kill you, my dear mother! I'm finally waiting for air support! I thank him for eight generations of ancestors!"

Malashenko, who was only thinking about his excited sighs, didn't notice anything different about the fighter jet passing overhead at first glance.

But as more and more fighters of the same type, more than a dozen of them, flew over his head, Malashenko finally noticed the unusual features of these fighters.

The entire bottle-shaped fuselage looked short and thick, and in a sense, it was a bit similar to the P47 of the United States. The more round and thick nose front part was obviously equipped with a new engine with more powerful power, so that the overall visual effect of the aircraft looked a bit uncoordinated.

Standing in the trench and looking up at the sky above his head, Malashenko looked carefully for several seconds, and the disconnected brain nerves finally reconnected, and instantly let out a cry that even he found unbelievable.

"La 5! It's actually La 5! Fuck!"

Kirill didn't have the leisure to ask what the words that Malashenko just shouted out meant, because the scene of killing all sides in the sky above his head at this moment had already brought great shock to the young Kirill.

The German Stukas that had been showing off their might just now were slaughtered one-sidedly like being chopped up melons and vegetables. Various mid-air explosions and broken wings and disintegrations were staged in the sky.

The fighters that appeared over the train station for the first time in actual combat and came to support were none other than the very early La-5 fighters that had just been assembled and rolled off the production line at Gorky Factory No. 21.