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"Air strike!" The calm morning was disturbed by a terrible roar. In the trenches of the only remaining ground defensive positions of the Sevastopol fortress, someone pointed to the sky and shouted heartbreakingly.

As a matter of routine, almost every day German planes appeared in the skies of Sevastopol.

They will drop bombs, destroying fortifications that have been repaired, and destroying all targets they can see on the ground.

In the eyes of the Soviets, these damned German planes were like devils, they would take human lives and turn everything into ruins.

The weather also seemed to be on the side of the Germans, and in the last month, the weather has been basically sunny and good, with few clouds, which is very conducive to air raids.

Under such meteorological conditions, the frequency of Luftwaffe sorties was simply amazing, and they took off again and again, dropping all the bombs they could find on the positions of the Soviet troops.

It didn't take long for the German bomber formation to fly above the heads of the Soviets. These planes linger like vultures that have seen carrion; Like a maggot on the tarsal bone, you can't shake it off.

With the roar of the plane's engines, a Stu dive bomber found its target and began to calmly dive attack.

The buzzer, mounted on the fixed landing gear, hissed like a ghost, sending shivers down the ground to everyone.

The 20 mm cannon on the wing of the Stuka dive bomber, which was specially equipped to attack the ground, roared, and a row of cannon shells instantly left white smoke on the ground.

Cannons of this caliber are very lethal and also have a visual impact. The Soviet soldiers on the ground were so frightened by the sight in front of them that they could only huddle in the trenches, holding the steel helmets above their heads and desperately waiting for their ends.

So, in the sky, the German pilots very calmly lassoed the Soviet soldiers huddled in the trenches on the ground with their sights, and then swooped down and pulled the trigger for firing along the direction of the trenches.

He could then see a trail of white smoke rising from the ground in the sight's crosshairs, moving forward with the plane.

The tracer bullets from the cannon flew into the smoke rising from the ground with a dazzling glow, thickening the row of smoke even thicker.

The ground was littered with corpses and severed arms from shells, and the whole trench was like hell on earth, with blood and screams everywhere.

Although when the trenches were built, all the trenches were built in the shape of a zigzag in order to prevent the occasional shells from hitting the trenches and causing a large number of casualties.

But the German planes were condescending, and a single dive and strafing could always hit a trench in the same direction, slaughtering all the unlucky Soviet soldiers inside.

So when German planes flew over and the Soviet troops in the trenches got up from the smoke screen, they could always see their comrades-in-arms, falling in pieces not far away.

The attack aircraft responsible for cover followed the dive at the same time, but appeared to have nothing to do. After all, the anti-aircraft guns used for air defense have long been destroyed, and now Sevastopol has almost no air defense forces.

The anti-aircraft guns had long since been scrapped, either destroyed by naval guns on their positions, or killed by dive bombers along with their guns.

Since the beginning of the Battle of the Crimea, the Luftwaffe bombardment of Sevastopol has not stopped.

Assigned to the Air Force under the command of Army Group D. With their nearly 300 Stuka dive bombers, they made frequent sorties, flattening some of the stationary anti-aircraft artillery positions that had been deployed on the peninsula.

What was now left in the Soviet positions capable of firing at the air could no longer cause much trouble to the German Stuka dive bomber forces.

It was definitely an asymmetrical war, the anti-aircraft guns of the Soviets were killed by the huge artillery of the German Navy, and the shore defense artillery units were blown up by the Luftwaffe......

In short, the defense system, which originally seemed foolproof, was very cumbersome in the face of the German attack, and it was easily killed because it couldn't even do basic counterattack.

In the midst of the sturdy reinforced concrete bunkers, the machine gunners saw in the distance a Soviet soldier running in a trench being shot in the body by a 20 mm cannon.

The hapless Soviet soldier's arm seemed to have been torn apart by something, and he flew out all at once.

Before the people around them could scream in fright from the blood sprayed, new bullets fell, hitting the new Soviet soldiers and taking new lives.

Then the rest of the men were so frightened that they shouted and could no longer scream after a few seconds, because the second stuka bomber, which dived down, poured shells from its 20 mm cannon into the trench again, knocking the rest into a sieve.

Not far away, a machine-gun bunker with heavy sandbags on top was suddenly hit by a bomb dropped by a German plane.

A huge explosion erupted, and the entire bunker collapsed. After all, it was just a machine-gun bunker, and it was impossible to withstand the ravages of the large bombs carried by the Stuka dive bombers.

The cement slabs of the bunker collapsed diagonally, and the tumbling and steaming earth and cement fragments instantly buried the soldiers below, and the strong shaking shook half of the soldiers inside to death, and the rest of the people were either killed by the cement roof or directly killed by the flying bomb fragments.

A Soviet soldier who survived next to the bunker was full of ringing in his ears, he could not hear any sounds around him, he could only stand up numbly, squinting through the billowing dust, squinting his eyes to distinguish everything around him.

He saw the corpses at his feet, and he saw the trenches that had been shattered by the artillery. He tried to find someone he was familiar with, only to find that there was no one standing around him.

The rolling dust made his uniform change color, and he stood there like a beggar, not knowing what to do.

As time passed, the dust gradually settled, and the surrounding view became a little better.

The Soviet soldier saw that in the distance, the German Stukafon bombers were dropping bombs one bomb after another, and in the distance there there were huge explosions and flames: everything seemed to be burning, as if everything was collapsing.

It was clearly where he was just now, everything he had just experienced...... The Luftwaffe's Stuka dive bombers were replicating the tragedy on the Soviet positions over there.

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