Steel Soviet Union

"As long as the flies in the sky are driven away, the battle on earth will be all good!"

Yes, Malashenko did say that, and he thought so too thirty-eight minutes ago.

But when the 81 main tanks of the 14th Armored Corps under the Sixth Army, which rushed in compliance with Paulus's order, rushed toward Malashenko like a mad bull rushing into a china shop filled with red bottles, Only then did Malashenko realize that it would not end well if he exaggerated too much.

The 14th Armored Corps, which was in offensive deployment, immediately took action as soon as it received Paulus's order. Nearly a hundred tanks, which were originally used to tear apart the last Soviet field defense line on the outskirts of the city, were unexpectedly destroyed. Riding directly on Malashenko's face.

Nearly two hundred tanks gathered in a piece of land less than two square kilometers and a battle broke out. People who have not witnessed such a scene with their own eyes can hardly imagine how terrifying the dusty scene with flying artillery fire was.

The sky above us was still burning with aviation fuel, and the ground beneath our feet was shaking slightly like a magnitude 5 earthquake due to the intensive maneuvering of nearly two hundred tanks.

At this point, Malashenko has no way out. Behind him are three Soviet infantry divisions accompanying the attack.

The main force of the Soviet infantry division, which was also deployed according to the offensive, had left its position. A large number of uncovered infantry were exposed on the flat terrain. Only the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment acted as cover.

Malashenko knew very well that if he retreated at this time, it would be equivalent to the failure of the entire counterattack group!

The infantry without any heavy anti-tank firepower could not withstand the crazy onslaught of hundreds of German tanks. Whatever Malashenko had done to the German infantry before, he would be given the same fate as the Soviet infantry!

Just as Marashenko was looking at the German armored group rushing towards him from the front, worse things happened one after another.

Behind the dusty German armored group, the BF109 fighter jet roaring all the way with the throttle valve fully pushed has already arrived!

What makes people feel even more desperate is that these urgently arrived German BF109 fighter jets are not the stinky fish, rotten shrimp and shabby models that are easy to deal with. Instead, they are praised by German pilots as "the best flying BF109" and will have "the best flying ability" in later generations. BF109F4, known as Gundam F4!

The BF109F4, which has reduced the weight of the fuselage to the extreme, is powerful and maneuverable at low altitudes! The turn, dive, climb, and high-speed directivity are all excellent. In the battles that have been shown before, it was basically a one-sided battle. The Soviet fighter jets were held in the sky and violently beaten. These BF109F4s, which were attacking at speed, had just entered the battlefield airspace. Aleryukhin saw it at a glance.

"The German reinforcements are coming! Comrades, rush forward to fight! Ula!"

In order to support the imminent ground battle on the front line, the German field airport in the rear urgently adjusted the take-off sequence. The first wave of fighter jets released were not fighter jets but bombers and ground attack aircraft. Fighters that cannot support the ground battlefield are in vain even if they have control of the air in the theater. Soviet tanks with strong armor and sharp guns are not afraid of the small water pipe cannons on German fighter jets.

After releasing the first wave of bombers and attack aircraft, the German ground crews worked non-stop, and then they rushed the second batch of released fighters out of the hangar and onto the runway.

The time interval between the two waves of planes taking off one after another was less than half an hour. The two teams of Lager 3 fighter jets led by Lieutenant Aleryukhin had not yet cleaned up these ugly big yellow ducks, and they were much faster than the attack planes. The BF109F4 has already been shot.

This was not the first time that Lieutenant Allelyukhin, who had no fear, encountered the German BF109F4. In the past few months, he had personally fought two of them.

Allelyukhin knew very well that the flight performance of the familiar German fighter jets in front of him was outrageous. Without considering the technical level and operational ability of the pilots, in terms of aircraft performance alone, the Lager 3 in his hand was no match at all. A piece of scrap metal.

But these are not the reasons for Allelyukhin to be afraid of moving forward. Past learning experience and practical experience make Allelyukhin very clear. The battle in the sky only distinguishes between the brave and the weak. Once he comes into contact with the German fighter jets that are much better than him, he will have no way out.

Red Army aviation soldiers can die in a desperate roulette game with German fighter jets, but they must not die because the Germans bite their butts and punch through the steel plates of their flight seats because they run away!

The battle between Soviet pilots and the superior Luftwaffe was heroic, but also tragic and one-sided.

The remaining 12 Lager 3 fighters led by Lieutenant Allelukhin were shot down six on the spot in less than five minutes after contact with the German BF109F4 fleet.

The German pilots, who were not afraid of low-altitude dogfights with Soviet fighter planes, took full advantage of the excellent low-altitude performance of the BF109F4. Even when the fighting energy was not dominant, they could rely on their excellent airframe performance to cleverly avoid the Soviet pilots with great difficulty. The shooting window that he barely caught was easily thrown away, and he even used a scissors maneuver to bite the opponent's six points and shoot down the Soviet fighter plane in one fell swoop.

The ridiculously nimble BF109F4 was as difficult to catch as a flying swallow. Lieutenant Alilyukhin, who was continuously performing large overload maneuvers, sat in the cockpit and firmly held the joystick in his hand. His whole body was covered with sweat. My flight suit was soaked and I was panting from exhaustion.

The sweat left on his forehead slid down into the corners of Aleryukhin's mouth, which made him feel bitter and wet. The early morning sunlight shining directly through the windshield of the cockpit above his head was constantly raising the temperature. Lieutenant Aleryukhin, who had a dry mouth and suffered a great loss of physical strength, still panted heavily and persisted in fighting the BF109F4s who had an absolute advantage.

There were fewer and fewer comrades and wingmen around him. When the battle reached the eighth minute, the tenth Lager 3 fighter that Allelyukhin counted with his own eyes was finally bitten by six after repeated maneuvers to get rid of it to no avail. The German BF109F4, which kept its mouth shut, fired with a 20mm shaft cannon and two 20mm wing cannon pods at the same time. The three-pronged approach broke the wing on the spot, and the blazing fireball with thick black smoke seemed to streak across the spot. The dazzling meteors from the sky fell to the earth.

At this moment, including Lieutenant Allelukhin's own Lager 3 fighter, there were only three Soviet aircraft left over the battlefield.

On the other hand, not one of the 12 BF109F4s put into battle by the Germans was shot down!

Although it was embarrassing to say it, Lieutenant Aleryukhin had to admit it.

The 12 Luftwaffe fighter jets in front of me not only had much better aircraft performance than our own, but were also able to surpass all 13 Soviet pilots including myself in terms of technology. Dozens of them were painted on the tail rudder and the cockpit cover of the aircraft. The little mark is the best proof.