In Pokryshkin's field of vision, the Germans on the ground ran towards the tank in panic like rabbits, presumably trying to save their lives by the tank's armor. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Five-barreled salvos, dense shells and machine-gun bullets poured down on the heads of the Germans like hail! Machine gun bullets leave dense bullet marks in the snow, and everything that stands in the way of the ballistic path is torn apart!

Lag's 23-mm armor-piercing shells were not as powerful as the ammunition of the same caliber guns equipped on the Il-2 (the Voya (ВЯ) cannon on the Il-2 was not the same size as the ammunition used on the МП-6 cannon commonly equipped with Lag, and the former was more powerful. This is similar to the 20mm ammunition series of the "Erikon", which is available in different shell lengths. ), but still directly tore the thin top armor of the German tank No. 4!

Even more powerful is the volley of rockets, which blow up the Germans to pieces!

At a distance of 50 meters from the tank cluster, Pokryshkin dropped the 200 kg solidified ****** under the belly of the aircraft, and the plane suddenly became lighter, and the lever was slightly pulled to the right side, and the fighter slowly climbed up.

The shiny solidified ****** tumbling (usually solidified****** resembling a thickened cigar, and when thrown, unlike other bombs, it often tumbles. The arc fell, landing six or seven meters in front of several tanks - in an instant, the shell exploded, and in a very small amount of white smoke, a huge red flame formed, like a blazing smoke, covering a position of tens of meters forward, and a large area in front was surrounded by raging flames!

A large piece of shell casing that exploded flew dozens of meters away, and the napalm remaining on it caused another fire!

The cold earth suddenly felt like entering a blazing purgatory, and the people and tanks in the center of the flames were completely surrounded, and people had no chance to scream at all! The Germans on the edge were stained with burning napalm, the lucky ones who were less sticky had to take off their coats, and the unlucky ones rolled on the snow because of the severe pain: instead of extinguishing the flames, the ice and snow filled them with fire!

Solidify ****** like Satan's smile, a devilish weapon!

Karpovich threw solidified ****** on the other side, and a huge ball of flame also surrounded several tanks, and when the flames were extinguished, all that was left of those tanks was a pile of burnt black, ammunition-depleted scrap metal, and the human body next to them was only a pile of deformed coke!

After making a detour, they continued to fire heavily with machine guns and cannons - and the Germans on the ground began to fire into the air with all the weapons they could find!

"Karpovic, withdraw, change places!"

The fighter flew over the target at high speed, and it was not worth the risk for the rest of the target: the rag was not the Il-2, it was a "wooden plane", and even those MG34 machine guns could pose a lethal threat to it, so it was wise to take it when it was good.

It seems that his own plane was not hit, and Pokryshkin asked the wingman: "Was it hit?" ”

"It seems that there were a few shots on the wing, no problem, no fuel leakage."

The quality of the self-sealing fuel tank of Lager is not bad, it is such a low temperature, and those rubbers still play a good role in sealing bullet holes.

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While the Pokryshkin duo continued to look for a worthy target, Kozhdub and Lukashevich were about to launch an air strike on another ground target - this was not a quiet place, but a battlefield where the two sides were violently shelling each other, more than 20 kilometers from Pokryshkin and them: Shatsk!

The 47th Mountain Infantry Division of the 63rd Army of the Steppe Front is storming this small city from the east and south!

The 5th Motorized Infantry Regiment of the Red Banner cooperated with the mountain infantry from the southwest corner, but the defenders' firepower and will to fight were very tenacious, and the battle was almost in a state of anxiety for a while.

As an important fulcrum in the encirclement, both sides of the war are desperate, and the Shatsk defenders are close to running out of ammunition and food.

The 262nd and 263rd Infantry Regiments of the "Blue Division" held on to this small city, and there were 3 medium artillery batteries equipped with 105mm howitzers as fire support, and most of the divisional anti-tank battalions were deployed at the front of the position, but these PAK36 anti-tank guns would be used as ordinary cannons, firing high-explosive shells.

The commander of the "Blue Division", Lieutenant General Munoz Golandas, and the deputy division commander, Colonel Rodrigo, would be in the small town, and Lieutenant General Golandas had lost some of his commander's composure, and it was clear that if such a battle continued, his troops would not be able to hold out for long.

The Red Army's early offensive was a bit haphazard, and the Spaniards retreated to the city, which would have been largely surrounded by the Red Army, with artillery and mortars repeatedly pouring shells into the city. The wounded Spanish soldiers were carried to the field hospital - in the cellar of a house, full of wounded and corpses!

In Munoz-Golandas's view, the early engagement seemed to have returned to the pattern of positional warfare of the First World War: first massive artillery bombardment, then a charge from Soviet infantry on a wide frontage!

Wave after wave of Soviet soldiers rushed towards the positions of the 250th Infantry Division, trying to capture the small town, and after the loss of the Spanish front, the two sides fell into a stalemate: the "Blue Division" after repeated battles now withstood the repeated attacks of the Red Army, but suffered heavy casualties.

The sappers urgently set up a fortified core and prepared for a desperate fight, and only the wounded were allowed to evacuate by sled. But the Soviets seemed to have stopped their haphazard offensive, and the Spaniards knew that the moment the next major offensive began, it would almost be time for them to see God.

The Soviets have not yet invested in large-scale armored forces, and since yesterday to date, the Spaniards have seen only 7 old Soviet light tanks on the front line, all destroyed by anti-tank guns and ******. But that's what the Spaniards were already so impressed with the Soviet tanks - the Spanish commanders knew that as soon as the Russians brought in an armored unit, the new Soviet tanks were not afraid of their own anti-tank guns!

The Spaniards had no reinforcements for a while, and the Germans would have been a little self-sufficient, while their own 269th Infantry Regiment was in a desperate situation 5 kilometers away, and the commander of the 269th Infantry Regiment, Colonel Esparza, led his men to hold their positions to the death - if the 269th Infantry Regiment lost its position, the "Blue Division" would be completely surrounded.

Without the support of the Luftwaffe, the damn weather left the Spaniards on their own.

"Those Russians don't seem to care about the cold, madman!"

The Spaniards were not accustomed to the cold of Russia, especially the soldiers from the south, and many people fell ill due to such icy and foggy weather, and many people were lost before the firefight.

The cursing deputy division commander, Colonel Rodrigo, knew that the real cold in Russia had not yet come, but he had a hunch that today would be his last battle!

The artillery of the Red Army was shelling fiercely, and the most terrible thing was the roaring rocket artillery cluster shelling - the position of a battalion on the east side of the city was completely destroyed by a single salvo! The Spaniards had to shrink into the city.

Suddenly, two Soviet planes appeared over the battlefield from an ultra-low altitude, and only a few of the Red Army commanders and fighters who were hiding in the trenches and snow looked up at the two fighters flying overhead—they were waiting, waiting for the arrival of the tanks.

A huge ball of flames appeared on the south side of the town, a storm of ammunition poured down to wash away all exposed targets, and a dense stream of rockets exploded violently in the middle of the Spanish position! The two fighters used themselves as if they were attack planes -- "Two crazy pilots! ”

Suddenly, one of the fighters seemed to be smoking, turned around and flew towards itself, still slowly climbing altitude.

"Oops, hit!"

Watching the pilot jump out of the cabin, the parachute landed not long after it was fully opened, and landed right near the battalion headquarters bunker of the 1st Battalion of the 5th Motorized Regiment of the Red Banner.

The smoking plane flew far away with black smoke before it hit the ground, and the huge smoke ball rushed to the sky! The commander of the first battalion ran more than twenty steps with his men before he saw the pilot, who was trying to get up from a foot of deep snow.

"How's it going, are there any injuries? Comrade pilot. Several soldiers helped the pilot take off the parachute and dragged him into the trench.

"It's fine." Lukashevich crutched his leg and "rubbed it on the leg, damn German anti-aircraft artillery." ”

Lowering his head, he scratched the shrapnel on his thigh, not deep. With a wave of his hand from the captain hovering overhead, Kozhdub poked his head out of the cabin, and when he saw that his wingman pilot was fine, he flew away.

"It's not German anti-aircraft artillery, it's Spanish anti-aircraft artillery."

"Spaniards?"

"Hitler's Servant Army."

"Coincidentally, yesterday the deputy commander was talking about Spain with us, and today he bumped into it." Speaking of this, Lukashevich suddenly remembered that he hadn't greeted the captain in front of him yet: "Pilot Lukashevich, Lieutenant Pilot of the 1st Guards Fighter Division." ”

"Captain Yurasov, commander of the 1st Battalion of the 5th Motorized Regiment of the Red Banner, welcome to our position. I'll take Shatsk and send you back to the rear, and soon we're going to attack again, we're waiting for tanks. ”

"That's fast, just now when I came over above, I saw a team of our T34s, about 20 of them coming here, and it will be there in ten minutes at most."

The silk parachute was also dragged back, and Lukashevich rolled it up and stuffed it to Comrade Lieutenant: "Change a rifle with you." ”

Without saying a word, Yurasov handed over an assault rifle and a pair of outfits to the pilot, and put the parachute to the side, "Give it to you, don't change it." (To be continued.) )