Chapter 778 Strange Properties Added

Kalachev was right about one thing. The German Air Force flying over the northern industrial area of ​​Stalingrad was still bombing intensively. The scene of Stuka and Junker 88 flying and whistling in the sky was like a group of demons dancing wildly! Malashenko raised his head and looked up. According to a rough estimate, there were at least hundreds of German fighter planes hovering in the air!

"Damn, I thought the German air force was destroyed, why are they still so rampant!?"

Indeed, just as Malashenko was puzzled.

Since the mass-produced La-5 fighters arrived at the front line one after another and began to be put into the air supremacy operation over Stalingrad.

The air supremacy of the theater, which was originally firmly held by the German Air Force, began to be lost little by little, and the airspace actually controlled by the Soviet fighter aviation extending from the Volga River from east to west was increasing day by day.

The German Air Force, which suffered heavy losses, was not helpless in the face of the latest Soviet La-5 fighter. The BF109F4, known as the "Gundam F4", could fight back and forth with the La-5 at low altitude. With the advantage of German pilots' experience, they could even defeat the Soviet La-5 from beginning to end with fewer people.

But the most critical problem was that the German Air Force's forces deployed in Stalingrad were quite limited and had not been replenished. The most elite air force fighter wing of the German Air Force was still fighting in the Caucasus, but almost all the forces of the entire Soviet fighter aviation force were converging towards Stalingrad!

The German Air Force fighter pilots who gritted their teeth and insisted on fighting soon found out in despair how pale and powerless their efforts were.

If 20 Russian planes were shot down today, 20 more could appear in the same area tomorrow, or even 40 or 50 more.

The German Air Force, which could not get effective reinforcements, had fallen into a vicious cycle of fatigue combat. The number of single-person attacks per day increased from two or three times to an average of five or six times now. The Soviet Air Force, which was so numerous that it was almost overwhelming, was gradually compressing the advantage of the German Air Force and regaining the air supremacy of Stalingrad.

Malashenko, who had been lying in the hospital to rest, had seen and remembered the battles over Stalingrad these days.

Although the battle for air supremacy between fighters still occurred from time to time, more and more fighters painted with red five-pointed stars appeared overhead, and the situation of air combat had also changed from the original one-sided battle to the current difficult to determine the winner and the loser.

The German bomber unit that used to come to the city to drop bombs every day when there was nothing to do was almost nowhere to be seen.

After being ambushed in advance by several Soviet fighter aviation patrols or being attacked head-on, the German bomber units, who knew the pain after being hit, no longer dared to attack without fighter escort. Malashenko, who had woken up to the sound of gunfire and fear for several months, was able to get two days of free time to sleep well!

But because of this, Malashenko, who thought the German Air Force had been hurt, did not expect that today's German Air Force would send more than a hundred bombers to the city at one time, and specially bomb the key strategic location of the northern heavy industrial zone in the city.

If the Germans, whose air force was already quite stretched, did not do something after the air raid, Malashenko would rather believe that Roosevelt and Churchill were gay.

"Get moving! Karachev! Go to the air-raid shelter, it's across the street, quick!"

The air-raid shelter that Malashenko mentioned was actually an underground granary that was originally used by a grain supply and marketing cooperative to store grain. After Stalingrad was built into a fortress city, it was transformed and reinforced into an air-raid shelter by engineers.

Although this thing is not strong enough to withstand the precise top-down bombing of "Meyer's French Sausage", it can at least block the blasting power of near misses and prevent the collapsed buildings from crushing people to death. This is also the only place that Malashenko can go at the moment, standing in the street in an extremely abrupt state of being bombed.

Kalachev, who was already scared, ran quickly under Malashenko's scolding, and immediately ran towards the air-raid shelter across the street in his memory without looking back.

Malashenko, who could have been alone, now had the responsibility of a man to take Anya, who had a scalpel stuck in her calf and obviously couldn't run away, to a safe place.

"Can you still hold it in?"

"What?"

"I asked you if you can still hold the wound on your leg!? Now is not the time to treat the wound!"

Anya, who had no idea what she was thinking, had a blank mind.

Anya was not a warrior, nor was she a strong-hearted person who could stand on her own. She was just a young girl who dreamed of being a hero in her heart. Almost all the characteristics that a girl of this age should have can be found in Anya.

Anya, who had just had a close contact with her "heroic leader", was now completely unable to analyze the situation. She had a silly and cute expression mixed with some fear and even a little joy, which could shock our old comrade Ma for a hundred years.

Malasenko, who had no time to continue talking nonsense with the little girl, simply stopped talking nonsense. He repeated the action just now, picked up Anya and ran out to the air-raid shelter across the street. Unexpectedly, the rough action when he stood up in an instant hurt the wound on Anya's calf and made her whine.

"It hurts, my leg"

"Bear it even if it hurts! Your life is important, shut up!"

In dealing with Anya, a little sister who is several years younger than him, Malasenko's usual attitude has always been gentlemanly and he has never even raised his voice once.

So it was the first time in history that he opened his mouth rudely and yelled at Anya in an order.

Surprisingly, Anya, who was in a princess hug and was hugged by Malasenko's arms and ran away madly, seemed to have temporarily forgotten the pain. Looking up at Malasenko's big watery eyes, it seemed that some strange attributes had awakened.

Some strong women in later generations often analyzed that men who are working seriously are the most attractive.

Malashenko, whose daily job is to conquer German sticks, is obviously not in working state now, but he is running and saving people with a serious look. The commander, dressed in a hospital gown, is completely different from his usual tattered and shabby appearance, like a farmer who just returned home after working in the fields.

But at least, Malashenko is now in a very fair state after taking a bath. Malashenko, who has shaken off the sour smell and only has the smell of opposite sex attraction, has a fatal charm for Anya.

A mosquito hum so small that even Anya herself can hardly hear it, let alone whether Malashenko can hear it, came out of Anya's mouth.

"Yes, Comrade Commander"