In the fiery sunset, eight Soviet warplanes patrolled their territory like dragon eagles. They fly in an unusually aggressive state, not only only about 300 meters above the ground, but also in a straight line at a speed of just over 100 miles. In addition to the sharp decline in the overall quality of commanders and pilots in the Soviet Air Force due to the impact of the "Great Purge", the weakness of the Finnish army in air defense is also where the confidence of the Soviet pilots dares to cruise at low altitudes.

"Boom!" The flames exploded like clouds, and the loud noise exploded in anger, and the vicinity of the Finnish army's position, which had just calmed down, was once again shrouded in shrapnel and air waves. Soviet pilots began to drop bombs on suspicious locations in an orderly manner, and although their technology was lacking, their accuracy was still decent because the planes themselves flew low and slowly. Each drop of a bomblet was like a thunderous bombardment of a 152-millimeter grenade, and the Finnish soldiers, who had just stood up their guns and were ready to shoot, had to urgently lie back in cover to avoid a deadly attack from the air.

In the midst of the violent explosion, the piercing sound of the crawler scraping the ground sounded again at the mouth of the valley hundreds of meters away. Twelve steel monsters rubbed their hooves and slowly approached the Finnish position, accompanied by nearly 2,000 infantrymen. Hearing the sentry's report, Olma's heart felt like a heavy blow, and her hands clenching the barrel of the gun quickly formed a cold sweat. The Soviets had launched a dozen attacks on themselves before, but they didn't see a single tank, but now more than a dozen of them suddenly appeared, doesn't this mean that the enemy army on the opposite side has received another wave of strong reinforcements?

"Not good, the Russians now occupy the sky, and the battle defense gun I hid in the conifers will be discovered by them from the sky as soon as it fires!" Olma suddenly realized the danger of her own side, and hurriedly ordered someone to send an order to the artillery crew, so that they could temporarily stand by. At the same time, Orma ordered the battalion's heating fuel reserves to be quickly produced dozens of bottles of "Molotov cocktails" in case the daredevils needed anti-tank. Every Finnish soldier was so adept at making this improvised weapon, in the name of mocking Soviet Foreign Minister Molotov, that by the time the enemy appeared in front of the main position, they had glass bottles full of liquid fuel in their hands.

Tanks rumbled, infantry was as numerous as ant colonies, and when the Soviets advanced to a distance of 300 meters from the Finnish positions, the dense gunfire instantly became the main melody of the battle. Although the Soviet soldiers had changed into white uniforms and had been tactically strengthened, the quality of their personnel remained an insurmountable obstacle. The officers who were promoted by the rockets did not know what to command in the specific environment, and the non-commissioned officers and soldiers were also slow and stupid, unable to seize the opportunity of the assault and not looking for cover to save their lives.

In front of the Finnish soldiers with excellent marksmanship, hundreds of Soviet soldiers were shot over one after another like rabbits in a few minutes, and the red blood spread out in the snow, and then quickly condensed, like the strawberry shaved ice that was popular in Paris at this time.

However, this time, the superiority of the Soviet army's heavy equipment was manifested. The main guns of the dozen or so tanks rushing to the front were like thunderbolts, and the machine guns rained down, carrying out direct attacks at close range at the Firing Points of the Finnish troops, and the fighters in the air also took turns dropping bombs and strafing, ravaging the rugged area that was already full of devastation. The Finnish soldiers' casualties surged, and the defensive firepower soon weakened, and with a frenzied roar of "Ula", the Soviet tanks and soldiers began to charge sharply and accelerated!

In the hard trenches, Orma was engrossed in aiming at a Soviet soldier rushing forward. Already aware of his mortality, he no longer had any panic at this time, and only thought about destroying more enemy troops before he died. With the crisp sound of gunshots, Orma's wounded body was shaken by the recoil of the butt, but the next moment in his aiming field, a plane suddenly crashed in front of the enemy like a meteorite, and set off a flaming red wave more than ten meters high!

Orma stayed where she was, and couldn't help but wonder if she had fired a forbidden spell magic bullet, but after only a moment, he immediately reacted, and Huo Ran looked up at the sky. I saw that the Soviet bomber fleet, which was swaggering and arrogant a few minutes ago, was chased and fled in panic like a lost dog, and the two monoplane fighters painted with the golden Sea Eagle logo were chasing after them!

"That's our plane, our plane!" Olma was so surprised that she couldn't help but cheer loudly, and two lines of hot tears rushed out of the corners of his dusty eyes, and large drops fell to the ground. Since the beginning of the war, he has never seen the shadow of his own aircraft, Orma thought that the air force had already been wiped out by the Soviets, who had absolute superiority, but he did not expect that when he was exhausted, he could still get air support. Even such a weak air force did not give up the battle, how could he not do his best to kill the enemy?

At this time, it was the two American-made F2A-1 Buffalo fighters piloted by Finnish pilots who were killed from high altitudes to the battlefield. After the outbreak of the Soviet-Finnish war, the U.S. government immediately agreed to Finland's request to purchase aircraft, and decided to provide the Finns with 43 F2A-1 finished products in service in the Navy. After many efforts, the first batch of six F2A-1s and spare parts finally arrived in Finland in early March, which was heavily blocked. Spurred on by the danger of the destruction of the country and the destruction of the family, the Finnish pilots became familiar with this type of fighter at an extremely fast speed, and it took only half a month to form a preliminary combat effectiveness.

Due to their scarcity of numbers, they simply could not withstand losses and attrition, and the Finns continued to use them according to the concept of air guerrilla warfare. The specific tactic is to carry out a high-altitude ambush in a two-plane formation, get a vote and run, do not give the other side a chance to take revenge, and specifically pick out bombers with slow speed and weak firepower. At this point, the two buffaloes that appeared in front of Olma's eyes perfectly implemented these rules: they rushed down from the sky with lightning and thunder, and beat the Soviet bombers to death. By this time, it was already dusk, and the sun was about to set in nearly an hour, and the Soviets, even if they gritted their teeth with hatred for these two Finnish planes, could no longer send planes to take revenge.

Although the Buffalo was not a good aircraft on its own, and the Finnish pilots had a very short run-in period with them, with three 12.7mm machine guns and a maximum speed of 500 km/h, it was more than enough to kill these old Soviet biplane bombers. Their demise was accelerated by the apparent lack of training of the Soviet pilots, who were overtaken and hunted by Finnish fighters. In less than ten minutes, a total of five Soviet bombers broke their wings and fell to the ground in a mass of burning wreckage. The remaining three planes hurriedly dropped all their bombs and fled to the rear, completely ignoring the number of friendly casualties caused by the ammunition they dropped.

"Good opportunity! Second company commander, what about your Italian artillery, give me a hard shot at these Russian tanks! Seeing the Soviet bomber disappear without a trace, Orma was in good spirits and immediately turned his head and shouted. In a few moments, several gunners, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, peeled off the camouflage of the upper bushes and revealed most of the true faces of the artillery below.

This is exactly a 47-mm anti-tank gun that Italy has given to Finland, and the model number and factory number are clearly visible on the inscription on the gun mount. With the continuous loss of the Swedish 37mm Bofors anti-aircraft gun in the war, the main anti-tank force of the Finnish Army gradually became this type of Italian product, as the main equipment of the Italian army, the good power of this type of gun can fully meet the combat needs of Finnish soldiers.

The well-trained Finnish gunners were skilful and agile, loading the shells, selecting targets, calculating distances, adjusting the angle of fire, and immediately firing decisively after a short period of detail. The first shell accurately hit a advancing T-26 tank, and the 15-mm hull armor could not withstand the hammer of the armor-piercing projectile, and the shell successfully detonated after breaking the armor, destroying the interior of the hull to pieces. The barrel of the tank then drooped, and billowing black smoke continued to pour out from the hole drilled by the armor-piercing shell, and the driver instantly became a blur of flesh and blood, and the tank stopped advancing almost completely at the same time.

After determining the victory, the Finnish gunners did not hesitate to turn the muzzle of the gun to the next target, and less than 10 seconds later, another shell whistled out of the chamber. At a distance of less than 300 meters, this group can be said to have no misses. The built-in fuel tank of a BT-5 was hit, and the flammable gasoline immediately exploded violently, accompanied by a roar that resounded in the sky, the entire rear half of the tank was immediately turned into thousands of fragments, and the blazing metal storm rushed straight out more than ten meters away, instantly sweeping the three infantry in the rear into a pool of blood.

The sudden attack of anti-tank guns immediately caused panic among the Soviet troops. The two Soviet pilots subconsciously stopped, but this did not save them from being attacked, but made them the best targets for the Finnish gunners. Two shells burst through the air and roared, knocking off a T-26 directly from the turret. The morale-boosting Finnish gunners were ready to make a big deal and get another tank out before the Soviets even found their hidden fire, and no matter what happened, they would be making a lot of money.

"Hey, we don't seem to be able to penetrate their armor? Wait, what's that? The Finnish gunner, who suddenly realized that something was wrong, suddenly became nervous. In his field of view was a brand new tank that he had never seen before: its body was thick and wide, and its well-defined turret was full of the masculine spirit of metal. Compared with the T-26 and BT series tanks that appeared in large numbers in the Soviet Army before, the size of this tank is undoubtedly too large, and a 47mm armor-piercing bullet hit its hull just now, and I didn't see any holes! For mobile phone users, please browse and read,