Chapter 585 Comrade Deshka

The ground beneath his feet was crackling with the machine gun barrage from behind, and the whistling sound of the fighter planes behind him became more and more piercing and soul-stirring.

Malashenko, who dared not delay his movements, almost jumped forward three times. The machine gun barrage from behind him was only a few centimeters away from hitting his body and making a hole several times.

The Stuka, which was almost close to his scalp and whistled past with a strong wind, flew very low, so low that Malashenko could almost feel a gust of wind blowing from behind, almost knocking him forward to the ground.

After completing a dive attack, the Stuka began to climb to observe the results of the battle to decide whether to launch another wave of attacks. Malashenko, who finally got a temporary breath, quickly turned around and looked around him.

Fortunately, Ivushkin, Kirill and Seryosha were all safe and sound. It was not just that the four of them were really good at moving, but also that the German pilots were too good at shooting. In short, the two machine gun barrages did not even scratch the skin of Malashenko and his party.

"Comrade commander! The Stuka is back! It's coming towards us again!"

Kirill, holding an MP40 submachine gun, raised his right arm and pointed to the sky. Following the direction of his finger, Malashenko saw at a glance that the Stuka, which had flown nearly a kilometer away, was making a small radius turn to prepare to re-enter the attack route. From the direction of the nose, it was obvious that the target was still the four of them.

"Fuck your mother! One day I will crush your broken Stuka on the airport runway!"

Malashenko, who cursed incomprehensibly, did not dare to delay any longer. He immediately waved his hand to signal the people around him to follow and quickly ran into the cellar, which was less than 30 meters away.

The Stuka dived rapidly with a shrill scream and unscrupulously aimed its biplane aircraft machine gun at the ground, ready to sprinkle the barrage of death again to completely kill the fleeing Soviet infantry.

Although the story of extreme joy leading to sorrow is an ancient Chinese allusion, it is widely applicable in some cases, such as the current moment.

There are always brave men who stand up in times of crisis in war. I don’t know whether it is to cover their own regiment commander and his comrades. A burst of unexpected gunfire rang in my ears.

A DShK 7mm heavy machine gun that was obtained from nowhere was put on the tank turret with its bracket. Two tank soldiers who had given up hiding took advantage of the height of the tank turret to adjust the machine gun elevation angle and fired fiercely.

The DShK 7mm heavy machine gun, which was not rigidly connected to the tank turret, had a huge recoil. When it was placed at an elevated angle behind the tank turret and fired into the air, the muzzle could almost be blown off. The tank soldier who was helping almost hugged the bracket with his body to forcibly offset the upward recoil of the muzzle to stabilize the shooting.

The Stuka pilot, who was diving at a height of less than 700 meters, was instantly startled. He did not expect that such a nosy anti-aircraft machine gun would suddenly appear halfway. For a moment, he had no time to dodge and was hit in the face by the machine gun barrage.

The 7mm machine gun bullets that were enough to tear the human body penetrated the fragile fuselage skin, penetrated the wing beam, and broke the wing control cable.

The German pilot, who could clearly feel the difficulty of maneuvering the fuselage, was immediately confused. The tracer machine gun barrage that penetrated the entire right wing cross-section not only broke the wing control cable, but also lifted the right wing flap.

The entire Stuka, like a bird with broken wings, tilted its head and fell to the ground. The pilot, who had no time to care about the attack route, stepped on the control pedals and shook the joystick desperately, but it was still useless.

At a height of only a few hundred meters, it crashed into the ground in the blink of an eye under the action of gravity acceleration. The flames that rose instantly accompanied the huge explosion sounded soul-stirring. Almost everyone on the battlefield, including the Germans themselves, was caught off guard by the shooting down of the Stuka.

"Oh, they shot down a German Stuka! Comrade tank commander! Is this possible?"

Not only was the gunner Iushkin stunned by this scene, but the two tank soldiers who completed this masterpiece by hand also looked at each other in bewilderment.

Just now, the two tank soldiers belonging to the tank crew of the Malashenko Regiment saw their commander being chased and hit by the German plane, and they were furious on the spot. Such words are very suitable to describe the lightning-fast situation at that time.

The two brothers, who had no suitable anti-aircraft weapons, looked around like ants on a hot pot. By chance, they saw a GAZ truck that was blown up by the Germans not far away, and a DShK heavy machine gun with a two-wheel bracket was overturned next to the truck.

Generally speaking, the DShK heavy machine gun with a two-wheel bracket is used for infantry position defense. If you really want to do air defense, you have to use a tripod to do air defense, which is a professional air defense accessory.

But in an emergency, you can't care so much.

The two brothers, who were tough, carried the DShK heavy machine gun directly to the tank turret and pointed it at the sky. Using the height and angle of the tank turret, they aimed the muzzle of the DShK at the German plane. As for the recoil problem, they asked one of them to hold the bracket tightly and force it on the tank turret in a very Mao-style style, so as to act as a human muzzle brake.

Although it was stupid, it was indeed effective.

After the Stuka completed its dive attack, it turned back to enter the second wave of attack after climbing. Unfortunately, it crashed into the oncoming DShK bullets, which led to the deafening explosion.

The two tank soldiers who completed the amazing feat were dumbfounded. They cast empty eyes at Malashenko, who also stopped in astonishment. But who knew that what followed was a series of curses from Malashenko.

"Are you crazy? There are German planes everywhere in the sky. Find a place to hide!"

After yelling at the two daring subordinates, Malashenko, who had escaped by chance, immediately ran again towards a place not far away.

Kirill, who arrived at the entrance of the cellar one step ahead, opened the two wooden doors. The dark entrance for Malashenko and his party meant light.

"Hurry! Run! Run in and you'll be safe!"

Malashenko shouted as he accelerated and pushed Iushkin, who was running in front of him, hard. The two of them, who were in a rather embarrassing situation, immediately fell into the cellar like a snowball, spinning all the way.