The German offensive was like turning on the start switch of a huge and complex machine, and around the northern heights of Menechny, almost half of the Lithuanian Red Army came into action, because the deputy commander-in-chief was in the "small land"!

It's been a long time since I've felt like I'm on the front line, even in Minsk, because now I can clearly see the fierce battles ahead, which is different from listening to the sound of artillery and gunfire in the city. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Landeskozy saw that the marshal's left hand was clenching the hilt, obviously this was an unconscious reaction, and Lin Jun could even feel his blood burning!

The first-line position is still 500 meters away, there are two anti-tank gun positions in front, and there are tanks in ambush on both flanks. However, Fekochinov and Landeskozy did not dare to take it lightly, and the guards were on standby in the communication trenches on both flanks of the front headquarters, and Comrade Major General also transferred two infantry companies just in case.

Through the narrow observation slit, you can hear the whistling of shells overhead, which is the artillery of our own artillery carrying out a straddle fire, and in the smoke of gunpowder, you can see clouds of black-brown smoke exploding in the middle of the German tanks, and thick smoke is constantly rising.

The explosion points of 76.2 mm and 122 mm shells can be clearly distinguished, and a single 122 mm grenade can send everything into the sky within a radius of 30 meters!

On the anti-tank positions, the Guards artillery was playing with life, and they had not been very excited since entering the "small land", because the superiors had already said: the deputy commander is behind him!

Lin Jun doesn't like to do any mysterious inspections, and when he goes to the front line, he has to let the soldiers know, which can boost morale!

German planes appeared in the air, black bombs kept falling, huge explosion points kept appearing, thrilling! The anti-aircraft artillery fire on the ground was also lively enough, and the 37-mm anti-aircraft artillery group drove the German planes into the air, but there were still German planes that swooped down and passed at low altitudes.

"In 15 minutes at most, our plane will arrive." Fekochinov, who had already completed the deployment, noticed that the marshal was tilting his head to look at the sky and reported to Lin Jun.

"Stuka, there's not much of a threat to this kind of accuracy."

After speaking, Lin Jun returned his attention to the ground battlefield, which made Vatujing admire his concentration a little: this is the front-line command, even if it is camouflaged, it is conspicuous, and the cover on his head cannot block the bombshells dropped by German bombers.

At least two small-caliber anti-aircraft artillery companies were deployed on both flanks of the headquarters, and Lin Jun had nothing to worry about, even if he was in Spain, he would not have to play with such a hard nail.

A tank group of at least twenty T34s appeared on the left flank and attacked the German armored cluster diagonally, and the Germans were already less than 200 meters away from the first-line positions and up to 400 meters from the first line of anti-tank artillery positions.

There was a violent clash of steel on the ground, and in the air, less than 20 minutes after the first German shell fell, our own plane appeared. Like the Germans, they were two groups of planes at different altitudes, and the two sides were soon intertwined, and the planes of both sides flew up and down in the air, fighting to the death!

There were planes falling continuously, and Lin Jun's attention was also attracted back to the air, and it was difficult for the German tanks on the ground to break through the first line of infantry trenches, so there was nothing to worry about.

It was getting darker and darker, but you could still see the attack planes whizzing past at low altitude, wreaking havoc on the battlefield.

"Our Il-2, which took off from Shwinjonis."

Fekochinov's words were not finished, "The Germans can't stand it." Vatutin found that the Germans were beginning to retreat, and the German tanks that had rushed to the front had put up reverse gear and retreated.

"Marshal, the time is not right, we will not pursue."

Lin Jun nodded: This is not necessary, otherwise it will be in vain like the Germans.

"It's a bit of trench warfare." It is a bit self-deprecating: "small land" is fought for repeatedly, and it is no different from the standard tactics of World War I -- you have tanks, and the opponent's anti-tank guns and tanks are the same, and a large-depth assault will not be effective here.

The planes of both sides in the air seemed to have made an appointment with each other, and they separated separately, and a few of them emitted black smoke, and the situation was not good.

An Il-2 seemed to be seriously injured, and Lin Jun had already noticed it from the observation crack, "Dangerous!" ”

With that, he walked out of the command headquarters and stood in the traffic trench to watch the Il-2, which no longer even rotated its propellers, pass overhead - the pilot obviously wanted to make a forced landing.

"Marshal, stay safe."

Lin Jun didn't seem to hear the captain's reminder, leaned out half of his body, and stared at the silent gliding plane - the pilot was very experienced, avoided the intersecting trenches and obstacles, and crash-landed in an empty snow in a burst of unpleasant metal friction sounds, less than 200 meters away from Lin Jun's side.

Several fighters jumped out of the traffic trench and quickly ran towards the plane. Good luck, there was no explosion! It stands to reason that the take-off airport of this Il-2 is not far from here, that is, it takes one-third of the fuel to take off, and Lin Jun will give priority to parachuting instead of such a desperate forced landing.

But soon, through the binoculars, Lin Jun understood why the daring pilot chose a dangerous forced landing - the pilot in the field of vision quickly jumped out of the cabin, not fleeing from the plane that might explode, but dragging his own backseat shooter!

Apparently the rear-seat machine gunner was seriously injured and could not have parachuted at all, otherwise the pilot would not have taken such a risk.

Seven or eight Red Army soldiers swarmed up and helped carry the wounded into the traffic trenches. After watching this scene, Lin Jun returned to the traffic trench and said to Vatujing: "Be brave enough! "Sasha, bring the pilot to me." ”

The wounded would naturally be rescued immediately, and Lin Jun wanted to see the first-class and brave fighter pilot.

Five minutes later, a very young pilot was brought to Lin Jun, but the young man looked a little embarrassed: the flight cap was gone, his hair was messy, and it seemed to be burnt, and his clothes were black and white, apparently experiencing a small cabin fire.

"Up to 20!" Lin Jun thought to himself.

Seeing the deputy commander and a group of officers, the young centre-back was clearly a little nervous.

"Smack" one stood upright, saluted, "Comrade Marshal, the pilot of the 23rd regiment of attack aircraft Alexei Nikolayevich Prokhorov reports to you!" ”

Lin Jun returned a salute, but he didn't expect the lieutenant to say again: "I beg your pardon, the hat set the German Molotov cocktail on fire." ”

I don't care if the military looks neat or not, "You're brave, how are your companions?" ”

Insider, Prokhorov understood why the marshal praised him for his bravery.

"Shot in the arm and abdomen, resuscitation."

"Marshal, the medic said he would survive." It was Sasha who spoke.

As soon as Lin Jun stretched out his hand, Gusev beside him handed him a small box, which made Prokhorov in front of him stand even more upright.

"Comrade Alexei Nikolayevich Prokhorov, in view of your bravery in combat and the fearlessness you showed to save the lives of your comrades-in-arms, on behalf of the Soviets, I award you with the medal "for bravery" and wish you greater merit in future battles. ”

Prokhorov solemnly took the box and saluted Lin Jun again: "Serve the Soviet Union!" (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )