After only a minute of wanton destruction, the Finns' train was surrounded by flames and black smoke, and the wolves were content to break away, and it would take several days for the Finns to get this section of the railway back in line from the air. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I'm Sergey, and each plane is on a casual safari in detachments." It has been planned for a long time to move in small groups as soon as it approaches the isthmus area. Now there is two-thirds of the fuel left, and it is less than 200 kilometers from the airport, which is enough to walk around.

The other detachments were in groups of 4 planes, Sergei and Pokryshkin operated with two planes, and the target was the line from the isthmus to Vilajoki. Sergei wanted to follow this route to see if he could hit the remaining planes of the Finns, but he was really not interested in hitting the target.

Five minutes later, two rags dumped the remaining eight rockets at the station in Villajoki and flew straight in the direction of Vyborg, where they had more than an hour to go back to fuel.

Boring flight over snow-covered swamps, with staccato taiga to the north. It's a peaceful place, and it's like being in a different world from the fiercely fought "Men Narin Line" to the south.

"Alexander, how much ammunition is left?"

"About two-thirds of them, Captain." Pokryshkin was carefully searching the surroundings, but he didn't find a single bird except for the dazzling Rachel of himself and the regimental commander.

"I feel like we're going to get something back today, young people have to be a little patient."

Pokryshkin had nothing to say, the regiment commander was four years older than him, but he was no different from him than a recruit bullet.

Safari sounds good, but to put it bluntly, it's boring, just like hunting in the woods, you don't know if you can hit something, and often you get nothing, it's all up to luck.

"I hope the regimental commander's instincts are reliable." Yesterday Pokryshkin didn't catch anything, the long plane two rolls knocked a Finnish fighter into the air, as a wingman he used the tactics of roundabout interception, impeccable tactics and movements, but Sergey is so powerful that he can easily solve the battle without his own help.

Perhaps good luck has always taken care of Sergey, and a couple of small black dots appeared in the northwest.

"Eleven o'clock, height 500, four." Pokryshkin shouted into the intercom.

"Roger." As the distance shortened, Sergey could already see that they were four unfamiliar twin-engine planes, and the other party should also find his formation, which was descending in altitude.

Unfamiliarity means that it is a Finn, and at low altitudes it can only be a Bristol "Blenheim" light bomber, which has no rotatable self-defense turret in its belly, and the machine gun can only fire forward, and the Finns are not stupid enough to fly a bomber to fight their own air, and now they want to use altitude to protect their fragile belly.

"Alexander, attack freely, don't let one go!"

"Yes, Commander, don't let go of any of them!"

Pokryshkin saw the long plane maneuvering to the left, and with a swing of his joystick, he went around to the right.

The long plane is attacking head-on, and Pokryshkin has to make a turn and attack from the flank, so that the hit rate will be higher.

Pokryshkin stared at the one in front of him, entered at a 30-degree angle to the side, and pressed the machine-gun launch button at a distance of 300 meters. The wings of the Rag roared as two 12.7mm machine guns erupted long flames.

In an instant, the "Blenheim" bomber was smashed into thousands of holes, and the scattered high-explosive incendiary bombs instantly shredded the front cockpit of the bomber, and at the moment when Pokryshkin broke away, he saw that the bomber plunged headlong into the woods and exploded violently.

At this moment, Pokryshkin was very calm in his heart, he did not roar, nor did he scold like the head of the regiment in the headset.

Hearing the phrase "go die" in the headset, I didn't need to look at it to know that the regiment commander also reimbursed one, and when I turned the nose, I found that the bomber closest to me was flying north at full speed.

With a push of the throttle lever, the speed of the rager exceeded 400 kilometers in a matter of seconds under the powerful acceleration. Compared to Lag's outstanding low-altitude performance, the "Blenheim" in front of Pokryshkin was as clumsy as a stupid goose.

The 7.7mm machine gun in the turret on the back of the bomber fired wildly at the swooping fighters, but by the time the gunners found out that the Soviet fighter was in hot pursuit, it was too late.

Pokryshkin's three-pronged salvo accurately hit the target fuselage with only one short point shot, and the 23-mm explosive incendiary and armor-piercing incendiary bombs left fist-sized bullet holes in the bomber's fuselage, and the shells that exploded only after penetrating the fuselage skin destroyed the bomber's load-bearing structure internally.

"Alexander, how's it going?"

"Commander, it's all solved!" Only then did Pokryshkin feel a hint of excitement -- just now he had unconsciously focused all his attention on attacking the target, not realizing that he had shot down an enemy plane and completed the first step of his dream of joining the army.

After reforming the formation, the two rags circled over the air combat area and confirmed the results of the battle: the wreckage burning everywhere completely annihilated the opponent.

Bombers without fighter escort were vulnerable, and apparently the Finns were also brave, or rather, there was no way: the "Mannarin Line" was withstanding wave after tidal wave of attacks by the Red Army, and the Air Force had to do something, but the Finns were unlucky.

"Are there any losses?"

"There is no regimental commander, everything is normal."

"Then let's go back."

"Yes, Captain."

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The two Rags crossed the "Men Narin Line" from a height of 4,000 meters in a straight line, and saw that their own armored units below were storming several positions, and the tanks were attacking in clusters, and the Finns were constantly exploding violently, which was the masterpiece of their own large-caliber shells.

Lin Jun, who was in Leningrad, also kept an eye on the fortified battle that Sergei saw, and directly participated in the attack was a tank brigade and a mechanized division of the 19th Infantry Army, as long as he conquered the strongest cluster of garrisons on this section of the Finnish line, in front of which was the "Vyborg rear" defense line, and if it went well, he would be able to occupy Finland's second largest industrial city in three days at most.

The joint command supported three artillery divisions of the 19th Infantry Corps, which was the main attacker, and adopted a covering artillery bombardment of the position, completely sparing no expense. On the flanks of the 19th Army, the 50 Infantry Corps and two mechanized divisions simultaneously launched a strong assault on the Karkar area.

Before the attack of the 19th Army in the early morning, Debenko also used two battalions of self-propelled rocket artillery and other artillery to carry out a covered artillery bombardment of the Finnish position. Needless to say, the Finns, who were not beaten by the hail of rockets, were intimidated by the new weapons! The sound of the rocket artillery salvo was like a howling wind, and the Finnish position was instantly enveloped in a sea of fire.

Sergei Sergeyevich Valenzov commanded his heavy artillery battalion, and in order to obtain better artillery results, he several times placed 210-mm cannon positions at extremely close ranges within two kilometers of the target, destroying the opponent with direct fire.

Whenever the tank units and infantry saw the "Vrosinov Warrior" tractor dragging a cannon, they would consciously give way to the artillery. The two days of fighting showed everyone how powerful these big guys were, and the tank guns often solved the problem with one or two shots at the target that could not move, and with a bold commander, as soon as the friendly troops saw them coming, they would shout "Battering ram!" Battering ram! This straightened the artillerymen's waists.

T34 rumbled across the ground, and the trees on the edge were burning. As long as there were woods in the vicinity of the Finnish garrison, the air force directly supporting the attack would drop a few coagulation ****** and cluster bombs into the woods in advance: the Finns generally deployed artillery positions covertly on the side of the woods facing the direction of attack, and after suffering several losses, the air and artillery did not give the Finns any chance - they would rather kill the wrong ones than let them go!

The battle reports were compiled one by one to the joint command, and Debenko and the personnel of the command headquarters made new deployments at any time according to the battle situation. Lin Jun didn't interfere with Debenko's command, and focused more on logistics - ammunition was being consumed at a terrifying rate.

Huge quantities of ammunition were required for the preparation and support of firepower at all costs, and countless trains transporting ammunition were running at high speed on the railway line to Leningrad, and if you look at the consumption of units, the two-day offensive consumed more artillery than any other battle in World War I. Every time a Finn position is captured, there are large and small craters on the ground, and a few pieces of shrapnel can be picked up at hand.

Although he was mentally prepared, such consumption still exceeded Lin Jun's expectations, making him truly feel the power of "artillery doctrine". Fortunately, the Soviets can still meet the needs of the front, and they can replenish as much as they fight at the front!

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Compared to the Karelian Isthmus, the northern border is less lively, and both sides have been playing hide-and-seek in the forest for three days.

Vasily Grigorievich Zaitsev has increased his tally to 76 and Ludvik Egovich Vosstev has eliminated 32 targets. Yesterday night a Finnish patrol carried out a surprise attack on Vasily's position, but triggered a deterioration of Ludvik's security, only to be hit by a machine-gun platoon, and two snipers took the opportunity to swim from the flank. After a 15-minute exchange of fire, the Finns were left with more than 50 bodies, and it is estimated that less than half of the Finns were out of the fighting.

Vasily and the men of the machine-gun platoon then shifted their positions, and it was foolish to hold on to one place, not forgetting to lay a bunch of mines in the positions and bunkers before leaving.

In the far north of Petsamo, Oleg Alexandrovich Losickk triumphantly joined forces with the Red Infantry of the Northern Fleet, and yesterday his tank regiment had blasted half of the town into ruins with artillery before entering Petsamo.

"Houses can be rebuilt, but people only have one life." Losik remembers Lin Jun's teachings deeply. (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.) )