The question of survival or destruction Hamlet thought for a long time, and the question of whether to shoot or not to shoot, Ron didn't even use a second before making a decision: "Let the pilot take the M1 Carbine or the M1911A1 pistol and shoot at the special forces who are holding the MP-44 and MG-42 and have a numerical advantage over themselves, that must be crazy!" Even with the advantage of firing first, such a thing is absolutely not cost-effective. So Ron immediately crouched down and made a silent gesture to everyone.

If the Germans had just withdrawn from the airfield in the dark, then everyone would have been fine. But at this time, the Russians found the flares.

A few flares lit up the airfield at once, revealing the retreating Germans. As a result, the flattened 37-mm anti-aircraft guns and 12.7-mm anti-aircraft machine guns all hit like splashing water. Many German soldiers who could not escape were directly cut in two by the shells of the 37-mm anti-aircraft guns.

At this time, a German soldier jumped directly into the drainage ditch in order to avoid the Soviet fire.

After a guy jumps into a gutter, he's almost face-to-face with Ron. The man saw that Ron had pointed the muzzle of the M1 Carbine at himself, while the muzzle of the MG-42 in his hand was still pointed at the other side. He quickly flashed to the side, and at the same time threw the MG-42 in his hand directly at Ron.

Ron dodged the MG-42 machine gun he had smashed at > while firing a shot at the Germans. However, while dodging, his feet slipped and he almost fell to the ground. So naturally, I don't know where the shot went. By this time, the German guy on the opposite side had already drawn a pistol and aimed it at Ron, however, his gun did not go off. That damn P-38 pistol jammed.

The German immediately dropped his pistol again, drew his dagger and pounced. At this time, Ron and several others, who had reacted, all used their weapons and opened fire on the German. Several rounds of various sorts - the 7.62 M1 carbine, the .45 caliber M1911A1 - were fired in the chest of the German. The German fell, and as he fell, he threw out his dagger and stabbed Ron in the shin.

Fortunately, the other Germans were either suppressed by the Soviets' firepower, or they would move farther away from the airport at the first opportunity, but none of them turned around and jumped into the gutter to get revenge on the Yankees or something. So, except for Ron who was stabbed in the calf, nothing happened to everyone.

At this time, the roar of tank tracks was heard in the distance - it was Tula's garrison that had arrived to reinforce it.

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The sun had risen, and the sun had illuminated the messy airport. Last night, fearing what the Germans would do, the Soviets did not pursue when the Germans withdrew.

In this night attack, the Soviet troops suffered heavy losses, and there was less than one intact soldier left of the two anti-aircraft artillery regiments. Many anti-aircraft guns, anti-aircraft machine guns, searchlights were also destroyed. A number of facilities at the airport were also damaged. But some of the most important things were saved. The hangar is fine, and so are the P-81 fighters in the hangar. Most of the pilots were fine, although a few of them were stunned and wanted to take the ** sand up to fight the Germans, but the Soviet airport guard troops still controlled them very well. Of all the pilots, it was not Ron, who was the most seriously injured, but Gulaev. The restless guy wanted to go into battle, and as a result, accidentally, fell into a ditch and suffered a comminuted fracture of his right leg.

After dawn, the guy was taken to a hospital in Tula along with Ron. The result of the preliminary diagnosis is that Ron's injury will take a month to heal completely, and as for Gulaev, don't think about heaven for at least half a year.

After two days in the hospital, Ron returned to the airport, and at this time, there was a new change on the Soviet-German battlefield. While Ron was in the hospital, the Soviets recaptured Smolensk after a hard fight. The news gave Ron a new idea.

Although the Germans maintained a fairly good order when they withdrew from Smolensk, and on October 1 they established a solid defense on their new positions. But the defenses of this area, at least in the air, are certainly weakened compared to before. And Smolensk was closer to the target that Lohn asked to strike. Therefore, if the combined forces can be transferred to Smolensk, the combat efficiency of the combined forces will be further improved.

And this transfer is also a good thing for the Soviet army. A powerful air force was transferred to the Smolensk direction, which would certainly attract the attention of the Germans. The objective of the Soviet Red Army in the Battle of Smolensk was originally to reach Orsha in Berros in one go, but because of the heavy losses, it finally advanced only to the west of Velizh, Rudnia, Dribin and along the line of the Pronian River, and had to stop the offensive. If the United Air Force were to suddenly move to Smolensk now, it would certainly re-energize the relieved German army, and at the same time, the Germans' air power would be adjusted in order to intercept them, which would also be beneficial for the upcoming campaign to recapture Kiev.

Sure enough, the suggestion of a transfer was quickly responded to by the Soviets, who almost immediately agreed to their request. And at an airfield near Smolensk, it was ready.

On October 4, the United Air Force began preparations for the transfer to Smolensk. There are no traces of the attack on the Tula airport, and the airport is busy, one by one fighter planes are neatly lined up on the tarmac, making the final preparations before sailing.

The distance from Tula to Smolensk is not far, and simply transferring there seems to be a bit of a waste for the long-legged P-81. So the United Air Force came up with something called "Battle Transition".

The so-called "combat transition" means that the P-81 takes off from Tula, goes to the German-controlled area to carry out a combat mission, and when it returns from the mission, it flies directly to Smolensk airfield and lands.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Ron watched the P-81s take off one after the other, and then a guard pushed him next to a transport plane. Because of a calf injury, Ron was unable to fly the fighter jet himself, so he had to fly on the Soviets' transport plane.

It was a two-winged transport plane, and if it weren't for the different insignia painted on the fuselage, Ron would have almost uttered the name "C-47". It was a Soviet licensed DC-3 transport aircraft that looked almost identical to its American cousin, the C-47. Several airport staff helped Ron to his feet and limped him onto the plane.

Compared to a sunny airport, it was dark in the cabin of the transport plane, and it took Ron a moment to get his eyes adjusted to the light in the cabin.

"General, please sit here." Several Soviets helped Ron to a chair with leather cushions and leather cushions. Ron looked around and saw that the other chairs around him were straightforward, not even painted wood.

"Where are the leather cushions on the other chairs?" Ron asked.

The Soviets laughed: "General, the actions on the transport plane were all improvised, they didn't have leather cushions in the first place." The leather cushion on your seat, General, was compensated to us by some of the Army's dumb guys. ”

Seeing that Ron seemed interested, the Soviet man continued the story.

"That was a few months ago, during the counteroffensive phase of the Battle of Kursk. On that day, we transported some ammunition to a makeshift airfield near Belgorod. In case you don't know, the so-called 'temporary airport' is actually a relatively straight stretch of road. When a plane takes off and lands, we close both ends of the road and let the plane land. The plane was then towed to a small piece of ground on the side of the road that had been improvised by a bulldozer, and the road was opened for other vehicles to continue to pass. ”

"On that day, our plane had just landed, and before it could be towed to the temporary tarmac and parked, an army daredevils drove the T-34 tank onto the road. The tank crashed into our tail as it passed by our plane. We stopped the daredevil, and demanded reparations. But what could that daredevil? He didn't even have a bottle of vodka. At last, their company commander came - it was a Caucasian with a big beard - and after listening to our complaints, he said to us: 'Comrade, our fighters should be compensated for crashing your plane. Well, go and look for his tank, and compensate for whatever you like, except for weapons and fuel. ’”

"Look at this company commander, what will be worth taking on the tank? Can we still take that 85mm gun down and load it on my transport plane to fight German tanks? Or pour diesel fuel from their tanks into our tanks of aviation gasoline? Isn't that looking for death? But the company commander was right about one thing, that is, the combat mission was very tight, and they didn't have time to stop and bargain for a long time. So we took his advice, and found the leather cushion in the daredevil's tank. ”

"The T-34 has a leather cushion like this?" Ron was a little skeptical. Not long ago, out of curiosity, he went up to the T-34 of the Soviets to experience it. It's so simple, there's no such thing.

"This thing is not standard in the T-34, this thing is in your American goods." Seeing Ron's puzzled look, the familiar Soviet man continued, "They came from the M4 tanks of other units. ”