Chapter 333 Airstrike

At this moment, at the airport near Yarvik, the pilots of the 4th Attack Aircraft Regiment were crowded in the tent of the regiment headquarters, listening to the mission briefing by the regiment commander Drachenko Grigoevich.

"As you can see, the general gave us an air raid coordinate, but we just arrived here and are not familiar with the surrounding landmarks. We are not sure whether we can fly smoothly to the coordinate point. So we can only slightly modify the general's overly specific order."

Drachenko drew something like a water tower on the blackboard: "This is the airport wind vane tower, and you can see the wind vane on it. The coordinate point is in this direction of the wind vane tower. After you take off, you will pass the wind vane tower and turn to this direction. Theoretically, as long as there is no large deviation, you will definitely find the target mentioned by the general."

Immediately, a pilot said: "Is it possible that there will be no large deviation?"

Drachenko shrugged: "Maybe you are lucky today? Anyway, after taking off, turn to this direction when passing the wind vane tower."

Drachenko wrote three digits on the blackboard, which represent the heading.

"Then bomb whatever you see, and shoot down enemy planes if you see them. Remember that new planes are different from Yak, so don't get entangled at low altitudes. Fly at high altitudes, get in and out quickly. When you go down, it's four thousand meters, and when you come back, it's at least three thousand meters. Leave the low altitude to the friendly Yak-1."

After saying that, Drachenko threw the chalk into the chalk box and shouted, "Let's go!"

The pilots stood up immediately.

Generally, Allied pilots would hold a map board full of mission briefings at this time, but Ante pilots didn't have so many literary things. He folded the map and stuffed it into his pocket, opened the flask and took a sip of vodka, and then walked out of the tent with a proud look on his face.

The ground crew outside had already hung the bomb on the plane, started the engine and was listening to the sound - this is the fastest way to diagnose the engine status. The old ground crew could tell if there was dust in the engine that had not been cleaned up.

Drachenko came to his own aircraft with tactical number 01 (the 4 in front is the number of the flight regiment) and asked the ground crew leader: "How is it?"

The leader closed the cover of the fuel filler and gave a thumbs up: "Very good! This is not our engine, there are a lot of problems. I think this thing can fly for at least 500 hours!"

Ante obtained the engine production license from Proson and the United States a long time ago, but the quality of the engines produced by Ant itself varies greatly, which depends entirely on the mood of the factory master that day. Some can run for 4,000 hours without major problems, and some have to return to the factory for overhaul after 200 hours.

However, the batch of engines of the Fourth Attack Aircraft Regiment are all original United States engines, and the quality is impeccable.

Drachenko jumped onto the wing of the plane, then got into the cockpit from the wing, turned his head and said to the team leader: "Then I'm going."

The team leader picked up the fixing block in front of the wheel and stepped back a few steps: "Let's go!"

So Drachenko stepped on the accelerator-the speed just now couldn't carry the plane with two "big sweet potatoes" hanging on it.

The plane slowly accelerated and slid towards the take-off runway.

Drachenko: "Tower, No. 1 of the 4th Regiment is about to take off."

The tower replied: "The runway is clear, the ground wind speed is 3 knots, the visibility is good, and you can take off."

Drachenko's plane slid onto the runway while he was talking. He braked at the take-off line, checked all the instruments, and then looked at the wind direction flag on the wind tower. Then he released the brake and stepped on the throttle.

The P47 loaded with bombs roared forward.

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Ante Air Force Airport is close to the battlefield, but there is no tradition of close air support, so they take off from the airport only after receiving intelligence.

The Plossen Air Force likes to hover for a long time on the battlefield and wait for the ground to call for immediate close support.

However, different aircraft carry different fuels, and the time they can hover on the battlefield is also different. Stukas generally leave and return to the airport quickly, while tactical bombers such as Dao 215 will stay for a longer time.

A squadron of four planes, Dao 215, received a radio request from the Busse battle group and immediately began to search for General Rokossov, who was conducting front-line reconnaissance.

They soon discovered the smoke and dust raised by the cars running wildly.

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Wang Zhong heard the sound first, and he immediately adjusted his vision and saw a squadron of four planes, Dao 215, flying towards him.

"Prepare to fire in the air!" Wang Zhong shouted.

The seven Willys jeeps all had M2 Lao Gan Ma machine guns, which could interfere with the enemy's attack to some extent.

Wang Zhong personally took up the machine gun of the jeep he was sitting in and turned the muzzle - others were still listening to the sound to identify where the enemy plane came from, only he pointed directly at the direction of the enemy plane's attack.

"Driver, listen to my command, we must use our mobility to avoid the enemy."

No matter how small the turning radius of the aircraft is, it is still hundreds of meters. After all, the speed is there, so when the car and the aircraft are fighting wits and courage, they cannot use their speed, but must use agility.

So the competition between Xunzong and Stuka is actually about drifting ability. Xunzong may not drive fast, but he is definitely good at running five consecutive hairpins. Maybe he can beat Fujiwara Takumi without using the drainage ditch method.

Wang Zhong used the plug-in to calibrate his strafing trajectory while watching the enemy plane's approach route. He estimated that the enemy could not make fine adjustments, so he shouted: "Turn left! Accelerate!"

The Willys Jeep turned left sharply and almost threw Wang Zhong off. Fortunately, he grabbed the machine gun.

The convoy behind followed Wang Zhong, but the dust raised by the fourth car made them not notice that the front car turned, so the fourth car rushed out of the formation alone and sped along the original route.

After a brief hesitation, the driver of the fifth car followed the third car and ignored the fourth car.

The enemy plane strafed the ground and created two fleeting "fences" and caught up with the No. 4 car running in the original direction.

The guards on the car were all veterans. Seeing that they were about to be hit, they jumped out of the car, leaving only the machine gunner and the driver.

The machine gunner was immediately hit, and the bullet that penetrated his body hit the driver.

So the car tilted to the side and fell to the ground.

Wang Zhong looked at the two survivors from a bird's-eye view. They looked injured and fell to the ground in pain, but the tall wheat field just hid them. They could be recovered after the enemy plane left.

He retracted his vision and found that the enemy plane turned.

Wang Zhong immediately gave the order according to the direction of the enemy plane's circling: "Turn right."

At this time, Wang Zhong felt like he was operating a battleship in the ocean to fight against dive bombers in air raids, constantly placing the battleship across the enemy plane's attack route to ensure the smallest area of ​​​​shot.

Four enemy planes rushed over again.

Because of the circling, the speed of the enemy plane was significantly reduced, so there was more room to adjust the course and launch a more accurate attack.

Wang Zhong still ordered a turn at about the same time as the previous time, but the last car was still swept by the enemy plane. The machine gunner and the co-pilot were killed on the spot, but the driver was fine and drove the car to catch up with the team. The last soldier left in the back truck pushed away the body of his comrade and picked up the machine gun to shoot at the passing enemy plane.

Unfortunately, in this dynamic state, it was still a horizontal interception of the enemy plane, and the firepower of an M2 Lao Gan Ma was not enough.

Wang Zhong felt that one or two bullets should have hit, but the twin-engine tactical bomber was so big that one bullet did not hit the vital point and it was basically the same as if nothing happened.

After the second attack, the enemy plane turned around again.

Wang Zhong suddenly felt that this should not be the case.

Four people had been sacrificed and two were seriously injured.

The enemy was so stubborn in attacking his convoy, and 80% of them were heading for him.

And if he was alone, the enemy would not be easy to hit, especially when he had an external plug-in to actively dodge.

It is obvious what to do at this time.

If it was Wang Zhong who had just traveled through time, he would never make such a choice. At that time, he was an ordinary person from a peaceful society, and he believed that a friend would die rather than a poor Taoist.

But now he is a soldier who has returned from hell.

So he loosened the grip of the machine gun and said to Vasily: "You come!"

Vasily took over the machine gun without saying a word.

Wang Zhong blew a whistle, and Bucephalas, who was just following the jeep, immediately accelerated and ran side by side with the speeding jeep!

Wang Zhong jumped onto the horse and pointed at the red flag: "Give it to me!"

Gregory patted Vasily on the shoulder: "I'll do it! You go and give the red flag to the boss!"

Five seconds later, Vasily took off the red flag and threw it to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong almost didn't catch the red flag. He cursed, and hurriedly held the red flag that was about to be released, and then said to Bucephalas: "Move the convoy immediately!"

The horse immediately turned around and made a nearly right-angle turn.

Wang Zhong held the red flag high and ran wildly on the grassland, paying attention to the flight path of the enemy planes in the sky.

The enemy planes were divided into two groups, two chasing the convoy, and two coming towards Wang Zhong!

Wang Zhong pulled out the pistol that had shot and killed two generals and was wiped by Belinsky himself, and aimed at the enemy plane with one hand.

The enemy began to fire!

Without waiting for Wang Zhong's order, Bucephalus turned around and avoided the barrage of fire.

Wang Zhong fired at the enemy plane that seemed to be close at hand.

Of course, being close at hand was just an illusion. In fact, the plane should be more than 100 meters above the ground, and it was absolutely impossible to hit it with a pistol.

In a flash, the tracer bullets sprinkled from the sky penetrated the wings of 215 and then tore the wings apart.

The timing was so perfect, it was as if Wang Zhong's pistol had broken the wings of 215!

The P47 that completed the attack pulled up with all its strength, while its wingman shot at 215's wingman.

The two 215s chasing Wang Zhong rushed to the ground with thick smoke.

Wang Zhong held a red flag in one hand and waved a pistol in the other, cheering for the P47 that was climbing rapidly.

Switching to the bird's-eye view, you can see that the 215 chasing the convoy also gave up the attack and fled towards the direction of Plossen Airport, but the other P47 had already occupied the attack position and began to dive.

The 215 circled so many times in a row, and the speed was already very slow. In air combat, if you don't have speed, you are a lamb to be slaughtered, whether it is a fighter or a bomber.

The two "attack planes" with bombs easily hit the target, and then started to pull up with bombs.

The convoy also stopped and began to cheer for the fighters that took off.

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Drachenko heard the wingman on the radio asking: "What's going on with this team on the ground? How come the enemy's 215s have lost their speed in chasing them? How many circles have they made?"

Drachenko: "I don't know. It can't be General Rokossov's reconnaissance team? Focus and find the enemy tanks! They should be nearby!"