In the sky, Captain Rudel's gaze looked through the cockpit canopy glass to the smoke-filled ground.

Black smoke rose from around the turret, and it was clear that none of the three concrete blasting shells dropped by his first three-plane formation hit.

"Damn, none of the three bombs hit. Attention the second formation, it depends on your performance. ”

As soon as Captain Rudel's words fell, the second Stuka three-plane formation launched a dive one after another, and with a terrible whistling sound and the expectations of all the squadron comrades, the three PC-1800s were smashed into the "frying pan" that was upside down on the ground.

Three giant bombs fell one after the other, the first of which, to the disappointment of all the pilots spectating, slipped to about fifty meters to the north side of the turret.

The second bomb lived up to expectations, falling in a terrifying arc to the top of the turret, near the base of the two barrels.

With a weight of 1800 kg, combined with the energy carried by the high-speed drop, the PC-1800 easily tore through steel plates up to 203 mm thick and burrowed into the turret interior.

The turret, which had been sitting smoothly on the ground, with two thick barrels pointing towards the sea, shook violently and jumped off the ground, and thick black smoke and fire shot out from all the cracks in the turret, enveloping the turret around it.

The two barrels, which were originally pointed parallel to the sea, turned into one rising diagonally to the sky in the violent explosion, while the other drooped limply, "dejectedly" and drooping to the ground.

"Hit, hit······" The cheerful cheers of the pilots were quickly heard on the radio, and the joy of hitting the target quickly spread through the radio throughout the squadron, so that the last PC-1800 that did not hit was directly forgotten by everyone.

With the joy of destroying a target, Captain Rudel and his men returned home victoriously, ready to reload their bombs and strike again.

In the underground bunker of the Maxim Gorky-2 battery, Captain Leshchenko sat at his desk, and on his right hand stood a military doctor, who carefully wiped the blood from Leshchenko's right ear and then examined the inside of the ear.

"Comrade Captain, I'm sorry, your eardrum seems to be broken, and you can only use your left ear to communicate with people for the time being."

Leshchenko gritted his teeth and endured the stinging pain coming from his ears.

"It's good that I'm not deaf, the sirens have stopped, and I have to go and see the damage to turret 2 right away."

Leshchenko stood up and put on his big-brimmed hat and strode out of the office with grinned teeth.

Walk down the underground corridor to turret 2, but a hill of broken reinforced concrete blocks blocks blocks block the entrance to turret 2.

Through the clogged corridor, Captain Leshchenko and his subordinates shouted for nearly five minutes before they heard an answer from the other side.

The artillerymen, who were separated on both sides, worked together to clear the obstacles, and soon opened a passage for personnel to pass through.

The damage was quickly delivered to Lieutenant Reshchenko, and a total of four of the underground bunkers were pierced by giant armor-piercing shells: the office of the gun commander of turret 2, the artillerymen's collective quarters, the corridor connecting the two turrets, and the power room.

Only one part of the ground was pierced by a giant armor-piercing projectile, which was the top of turret 2.

The powerful energy emitted by the explosion of the giant bomb was confined by the confined space inside the turret, and instead exploded with even more powerful destructive force, and the entire turret was torn from the turret mount.

All the parts inside the turret showed signs of burning, and the flesh and blood of the gunners were evaporated from the world.

A pungent smell of gunsmoke wafted from the turret, and Captain Reshchenko sniffed, finally choosing to stop at the turret door.

The No. 2 turret is finished, the two 305-mm cannons are incapacitated, how long can the remaining two guns of the same caliber last?

The "Maxim Gorky-2" battery is equipped with two twin 305-mm guns, which are more powerful than the 280-mm naval guns estimated by Chen Dao and others.

After a moment of silence, Captain Leshchenko asked the artillerymen to rescue the wounded, and then returned to the office to pick up the phone and report to his superiors······

Battery No. 35 "Maxim Gorky-2", located in the south-west of the Sevastopol fortress, was heavily damaged, and the commander Captain Alexander was also under heavy pressure in the battery No. 30, "Maxim Gorky-1", located directly north of the fortress.

Unlike his comrade-in-arms, Captain Reshchenko, he and Battery No. 30 had to withstand not only blows from the air, but also bombardment from German artillery on the ground.

Battery 30 also consists of two twin 305 mm turrets and sits on an artificial platform in the shape of an east-west breakwater.

In order to take out these two batteries, the German heavy artillery unit allocated five heavy guns, namely the "Super Gustav" 800-mm giant gun, two 305-mm Skoda mortars and two 600-mm self-propelled mortars.

Two 305-mm Skoda mortars and two 600-mm self-propelled mortars were initially put into battle, but for Captain Alexander, the unfortunate result was that the German heavy artillery miscalculated the target to be destroyed.

Near the two twin 305mm turrets, there is also a matching oversized rangefinder, also half-buried underground.

From a distance, the oversized rangefinder exposed to the ground resembles a gun barrel sticking out of the turret, so on the map of the German artillery, the Russian position, which originally had only two turrets, was marked as three turrets.

The four giant guns that were initially engaged in the shelling were grouped in groups of two, and were the first to launch a four-day artillery bombardment of the turrets on the east side and the rangefinders mistaken for the turrets.

On the second day of the shelling, the position where the rangefinder was located was pierced by armor-piercing shells fired from the cannon, and after inspecting the destroyed rangefinder at night, Captain Alexander concluded that the Germans were using oversized guns.

After reporting his judgment to his superiors, Captain Alexander received a foul scolding.

"Comrade Alexander, you must have been frightened by the Germans, where are there any giant artillery? Sure aerial bombs dropped by the Germans. The whole line of defense is being shelled by the Germans, and you are not the only one who is under a lot of pressure, you should calm down. ”

Damn bureaucrats, is there a difference between a giant aerial bomb and a giant artillery shell at this time?

After being scolded, Captain Alexander could only sit in his office depressed, and together with his subordinates, he relied on the strong protective ability of the battery to resist the German shelling.

Although the giant rangefinder helped the battery attract a lot of firepower, after the rangefinder was destroyed, the shooting accuracy of the two batteries was drastically reduced, and they were like blind men.

On the third day of the shelling, a 600-mm armor-piercing shell hit the root of the barrel of the turret on the east side, but was ejected by the turret's thick armor.

Under the huge impact force, the steel plate at the root of the turret was seriously deformed and twisted, and the two barrels lost their pitching ability.

In the evening of the same day, taking advantage of the cessation of German shelling, Captain Alexander led his men to inspect the damage to the turret on the east side, but accidentally discovered a shocking scene.

On the west side of the turret on the east side, almost close to the turret on the ground, there was a deep pit, and in the pit lay a large guy as tall as a man.

Seeing the dud, which was taller than his height and whose caliber was wider than his shoulder, Captain Alexander stood for more than ten seconds, and then sent one of his subordinates to jump into the pit and measure the caliber of the shell.

The results of the measurements were "impressive", the diameter of the shells was up to 600 mm.

After having a picture of the shell, Captain Alexander returned to the turret on the west side, where his office was located.

Another day has passed, and on the fifth day of the shelling, Captain Alexander and his men will be put to the final test.

On May 20, the first day of the shelling, "Super Gustav" destroyed a shore defense gun and the Stalin fortress on the west side of the battery "Maxim Gorky-1" with 14 shells.

On May 21, the second day of the shelling, the "Super Gustav" fired nine armor-piercing shells, one of which pierced through a reinforced concrete wall up to 10 meters thick, successfully detonating an ammunition depot hidden 30 meters below the surface of the sea, and setting off an oversized fireworks.

On May 22, the third day of the shelling, "Super Gustav" pointed its guns at the fortress named "Molotov" and fired 8 armor-piercing shells.

On May 23, the fourth day of the shelling, "Super Gustav" pointed its guns at the fortress named "Siberia" and fired seven armor-piercing shells to destroy it.

On May 24, the fifth day of the shelling, the "Super Gustav" cannon turned its muzzle to the "Maxim Gorky-1" battery.

Behind the barrel, the crane arm rotated to lift the 7,100-kilogram armor-piercing projectile onto the rails behind the barrel, and a cart converted from tank II pushed the armor-piercing shell into the chamber, and the entire loading process took about an hour and a half.

In one morning, the "Super Gustav" fired a total of three armor-piercing shells, two of which fell to the south of the battery and one to the north of the battery, about five hundred meters away.

Taking advantage of the precious lunch break, the German gunners fine-tuned the elevation angle of the barrel.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the "Super Gustav" cannon roared again, and the giant armor-piercing projectile spun and flew out of the muzzle, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air, and then fell to the left front of the turret on the west side of the battery.

The rotating cannonball is like a high-speed spinning electric drill, instantly drilling through the floating soil.

The four-meter-thick reinforced concrete roof was pierced like a piece of paper in the face of the swirling armor-piercing projectiles, and the earth shook like an ancient beast that had been sleeping underground for a long time, and the twin 305mm turret rose from the ground and was blown out by the blast of air, leaving a huge crater with a diameter of 50 meters in the ground.

The fourth armor-piercing shell fired by the "Super Gustav" successfully detonated the ammunition inside the turret, completely destroying the only remaining turret of the "Maxim Gorky-1" battery, and pulling out the largest nail in the offensive route.

Half an hour later, in the southwest of the battlefield, a series of excited screams rang out from the sky at Cape Kerson.

"Great, we finally hit it, long live the Empire, the Führer is with us."

Captain Rudel shouted over the radio.

In one morning, Captain Rudel led his men in two sorties, dropping a total of twelve PC-1800 concrete armor-piercing shells, but only one hit a turret farther from the coast, successfully destroying it and dealing a devastating blow to the underground facilities around the turret.

In the first round of sortie in the afternoon, the squadron dropped the second PC-1800 armor-piercing projectile "empowerment", turning the No. 1 turret into a steel grave for the Russian gunners, and returning home with joy and victory.

Another half an hour later, Chen Dao received a report from Captain Rudel, and excitedly said to Major Bach beside him: "Give credit to Captain Rudel and his men, contact the Italian fleet immediately, and we will set off for Cape Kersen." ”

After speaking, Chen Dao turned his head to Major Lorenz and said, "According to the plan, our next step is to take advantage of the fact that the Russians' attention is drawn to the north and east, and to stab them in the back at their weakly defended Cape Kersen. Considering that this is a glorious and difficult task, and considering the expectations of Mr. Mussolini, I have decided to give this honor to our Italian friends, and I want to let the world know that Italy also has tough guys. You go and contact the San Marco Marine Brigade and tell them they can go. ”

Major Lorenz turned his head to look at the calendar and said to Chen Dao: "General, according to the plan, we will shell for another day tomorrow before launching a landing operation. ”

Chen Dao rolled his eyes and said, "Our Italian friend has to land a day early, what can I do?" ”

Looking at Major Lorenz, who was stammering, Chen Dao continued: "The first prize must be taken as soon as possible, as for whether we can grab it, it depends on the performance of our Italian friends." ”