Chapter 915 The Betrayer

"The sky finally belongs to us!"

This is a sentence that sounds like nothing strange, but it can make our brigade commander almost cry instantly.

Since the Battle of Stalingrad, to be precise, it should be the second Battle of Kharkov this year.

Malashenko, who led his troops to fight and retreat, and fought in various battlefields, was tired of being ridden on the head by the German Air Force.

These damn German flies are free to do whatever they want and come and go freely above their heads all day long, either diving and bombing or strafing and licking the ground.

A 500-kilogram bomb hitting the top of the head can instantly make any heavy tank climax. More often, even if the tank is not directly hit, the explosion of a full 250-kilogram warhead charge a few meters or even more than ten meters away can kill the tank, not to mention that the Germans also put the latest ground attack aircraft Big Yellow Duck into battle.

The MK103 30mm cannon, known as the best aircraft cannon of the German Air Force in World War II, was simply maddening when it came to tanks. The power of this 30mm cannon with a slender barrel firing tungsten core armor-piercing shells was enough to penetrate the hull dome and turret top armor of any Soviet main tank in service at an oblique angle, and even heavy tanks with thick skin and flesh would find it difficult to resist.

With aircraft cannons and bombs on his head, Malashenko gritted his teeth and survived to this day despite extremely tragic losses. So when the whistling fighter planes in the sky changed from the German iron cross symbol to the shining red five-star of his own side, Malashenko's excitement was almost in a gushing state and could not be suppressed.

Although the current Soviet fighter aviation units still did not completely control air supremacy, the German Air Force's fighter wing and ground attack wing could still find time to run for sneak attacks every now and then, causing the Soviet army some air raid losses that could not be ignored but could hardly be called heavy.

But compared with the previous overwhelming bombing, the German Air Force, which suffered heavy losses and had learned its lesson, did not dare to act as recklessly as before.

The scene of bombing without fighter escort has completely become a thing of the past. Whenever a German bomber formation of more than nine planes came to perform ground attack missions, it would be seen that those fighters who were fully focused and vigilant were escorting the whole process in higher airspace.

The German escort fighters included both BF109 and FW190, but these two fighters could no longer occupy the previous overwhelming advantage and reproduce their former glory in front of the Soviet army's latest La-5 fighter.

In particular, the BF109 series, which mainly attacks low-altitude dogfights, was overtaken by the La-5 in key indicators such as turning radius, rolling performance, acceleration performance, climb rate, and high-speed directivity. Even if some attributes have an advantage, it is a very limited advantage.

The good times of beating Soviet fighter planes in the sky are gone forever. If the German Air Force wants to win the same victory as before, it must pay twice or even several times the huge loss price. The price behind this bloody number is precisely the most fatal weakness of the German Air Force, which lacks stamina.

Two aircraft engines roared all the way and flew over the heavy industrial area in the north of the city occupied by the German army.

The dense group of Figure 2 bombers has completely opened the belly hatch, revealing two black 500 kg iron bombs mounted on them, together with two 500 kg bombs on the external racks at the root of the wings, a total of 4 bombs. These large bombs with 250 kg of explosives are about to spread the most deadly death to the ground.

The air defense alarm on the German positions on the ground has already sounded, and almost every German soldier who can hide has already entered the bunker and disappeared.

The few German anti-aircraft gun positions removed their camouflage and fired fiercely into the sky in an attempt to stop the Soviet aircraft group, but the effect of these portable towed small-caliber rapid-fire anti-aircraft machine guns was really limited.

Not only was the range and long-distance accuracy very worrying, but the small-caliber projectiles often made fatal jokes when hitting the Soviet bombers, opening a hole in the skin without damaging any key parts such as the wing beam and wing control cable.

The tough and durable Figure 2 bomber was able to continue flying as if nothing had happened even with a big hole in it, and the deadly bombs raining down on it soon fell on the top of the German positions.

Boom--Boom--

A 500-kilogram aerial bomb is considered a relatively large conventional aerial bomb in the aerial bomb family of various countries. If it hits the target, it can instantly wipe out five or six floors of a 10-story building, directly blow down a small air defense shelter reinforced with concrete, and bury all the German soldiers hiding in it in one breath regardless of whether they are dead or alive.

The violent explosions of bombs like rain shook the land that was severely burned by the war.

The surviving German soldiers hid in the bunkers, covered their ears and prayed that they would not be hit by aerial bombs. Seeing that they could no longer stop the enemy's bombing and were in danger, the German anti-aircraft artillery group dropped the things in their hands and ran away in a hurry, looking for cover.

Standing in the half-buried front-line command post reinforced by engineers with 50-centimeter-thick military-standard concrete, Colonel Ensk, who had been holding a telescope all the time, had his brows twisted into knots. He could almost imagine how brutal the Soviet attack would be after the air raid.

"How's the air force? Still no contact?"

Colonel Ensk himself couldn't count how many times he had asked the same question. The chief of staff, who was standing behind several communicators and paying close attention to the situation, turned around and spoke.

"We have made contact, but the emergency line said that the Russian bombers and attack planes are fiercely attacking their airports. Many planes have been destroyed on the runway, and the planes parked in the hangar dare not drive onto the runway. In short, we have to find a way to solve it ourselves."

"The Russians are fiercely attacking their airports?"

After hearing such an answer, Colonel Ensk smiled coldly without thinking, with deep contempt and disdain on his face.

"How many times have we received such a response when calling for air support this week? Four or five times? I can't count them. These air force rubbish who only eat and don't work can do nothing but go to the toilet and produce excrement. We are fighting desperately with the Russians on an empty stomach, while they are roasting fire in the barracks and drinking freshly brewed hot coffee."

Colonel Ensk, who knew that his side could do nothing but continue to hide, looked furious. The expensive Zeiss high-power binoculars in his hand were thrown onto the table with a muffled sound, and his two nostrils kept emitting white steam like a mad bull in this cold winter.