. …… Nothing is more important in the future than oil, and as long as China and the United States can control and guarantee their own oil supply, they can own the world. (Su Tong's memoirs) "On January 1, 1942, Moscow was attacked by the German ** team at any cost, and at this time most of Moscow's peripheral positions had fallen, but the Germans were not happy for long, and the more brutal street fighting tested the nerves of the German soldiers. In addition to the unfavorable logistical supply, the offensive of the German ** team has begun to slow down, so that Stalin, who was originally out of breath, finally breathed a sigh of relief, in the week when the German army slowed down the attack, Stalin handed over to Zhukov the one million reserves urgently transferred from the rear, and ordered him to guard the heart of the motherland, and the holy Moscow must not be lost.

"Hold on! No backwards! Whoever dares to disobey the military order will be resolutely dealt with in accordance with Order No. 9! "The political commissars of the units must take resolute measures against those who are panicked and cowardly, and all of them will be shot. Every commander, Red Army soldier, and political worker from the parachute onwards must abide by this iron discipline, and must not take a step back without an order from the Supreme Command! The order quickly changed the tide of the war in Moscow. On the battlefield, disorderly retreat and cowardice are a contagion, and when someone begins to flee or retreat in panic, those who hold their positions will also panic, resulting in a rout. When this order was issued, it was like a shot in the arm for the Russian Red Army, and the days of retreat and escape were over, and the only choice they could make was to fight. Fight for your own survival, not the so-called fight for the Motherland.

Plagued by poor logistics lines and non-combat casualties among soldiers, the German offensive finally suffered its first retardation, and the German ** team paid for the hubris of the Yuan in which they trusted wholeheartedly, when thousands of tanks had to stop advancing because of lack of fuel, when the artillery had to stop firing because of a lack of enough shells, and when the soldiers had to suffer huge non-combat attrition due to lack of clothing and food, all of this made the commander of the German Central Army Group, Field Marshal Bowck, very troubled.

A cold wind blew in through the smashed windows, and at dawn, the snow that had been falling for a week finally stopped, and the view began to clear. When you look down from the dilapidated second floor, you can only see a crystal clear, and the thick snow covers everything. The sun, which was supposed to be dazzling, seemed to succumb to the bitter cold at this time, turning into a dim purple ball, hanging low on the empty plain in the distance, the dazzling snow reflected the people's eyes, and the soldiers could only squint their stinging eyes to observe that the biting cold wind on the battlefield was still eroding the bodies and minds of the soldiers on both sides.

This is a station, guarding the station is the 967th Regiment of the 163rd Infantry Division of Soviet Russia, their whole regiment has been holding out here for eight days, the division headquarters has agreed to their regiment commander's request, as long as they hold on for another three days, they can withdraw to the inner ring of the city for rest, the original violent snowstorm has stopped the German army for a week, but when the snowstorm stops, everyone understands that the battle is about to start again.

Behind them stood a number of Soviet soldiers in tattered uniforms, and behind them was where they roosted, where a mess of thatch and tattered blankets were placed at random, and most of the soldiers leaned against the wall to reduce their movement to maintain their strength, and the glowing Mosingana rifle was tightly held in their arms.

Behind the station is a row of brick houses that have been blown down, in front of which is a very wide street, the buildings on both sides have long been destroyed by artillery fire, and the wreckage of a tank is placed on the empty street, which is a "cat" tank equipped by the Germans, this kind of tank introduced by the Germans from China is extremely difficult to destroy, and the general small-caliber anti-tank gun has nothing to do with him, and the Soviet army here still used the only 105 caliber anti-tank gun before destroying it on the road. Next to the tank was the corpse of a dead horse, God knows how it was there, and next to the corpse of this horse was a dead German soldier, who had been lying there for a week, and the Germans had not come to collect the body for them, they just lay there quietly, as if to accuse of something.

Suddenly, a roar of powerful motives reached their ears, and the harsh sound of metal grinding made their teeth stiff.

"Tanks of the Germans!"

The soldiers, who had been leaning against the wall like critically ill patients, jumped up almost at the same time, and their stiff bodies miraculously rose to life, and one by one they picked up their rifles and lay down in a nearby bunker. No one here is going to surrender, because they know that the Germans will not accept even if they surrender voluntarily, and everyone here knows that when the two sides meet, you die or he dies, there is no third way.

As the roar approached, a white-covered tank with a round turret appeared in front of the Soviet soldiers.

"The Germans" Leopard "tank! A soldier's mouth came out of a painful shēn groan, to deal with this kind of tank, if there is no large-caliber anti-tank gun, then it can only be filled by human life, if you are lucky, after paying the price of a squad of soldiers, you may be able to burn it with Molotov cocktails, if you are unlucky, you will die a platoon will not be able to move it in the slightest. Among the tanks in service in the Soviet Army, even the most advanced T Hong is not its opponent, and only the kV-2 heavy tank can deal with it, and only the 152 caliber tank gun it is equipped with can deal with it. But the 52-ton weight of the kV-2 tank was too heavy, and its bulky body was not suitable for use in the city.

"Whoosh"

Two slight whistling sounds were heard, followed by two mortar shells falling on the station, and the explosion sent a cloud of snow to several Soviet soldiers. But the Soviet soldiers didn't move, and a few mortar shells fell into the corner, taking the lives of several soldiers, but at this time no one had time to pity them, the soldiers just held their rifles and hid silently in their bunkers, as for the scene in the movie where a person died, a friend would rush over and hug him and cry loudly or let him confess his last words can only appear on the movie screen to coax those rookies who don't know anything to make their adrenoys surge, not to mention comrades-in-arms at this time, Even if their father dies in front of them, no one will dare to indiscriminately violence themselves.

The shelling finally stopped after five minutes, and a Soviet captain shook the snow from his ears and struggled to hold himself up, squinting at a group of Deko stooping behind a tank and charging through the ruins on both sides of the street.

"Listen to my command" fire! ”

After saying that, the lieutenant rushed to the side of the Makqin machine gun and pulled the trigger, and the machine gun immediately began to roar. This water-cooled machine gun is so useful in the snow and ice that you don't have to worry about the barrel overheating at all, even if the water in the kettle is boiling, just grab a few handfuls of snow and stuff it into the kettle.

The commander's gunfire was an order, and the Soviet soldiers who were hiding in the corner poked their heads out and opened fire on the Germans. The Germans were well trained to move when they met resistance, jumping forward under the cover of the surrounding rocky cliffs, and a few soldiers raised their MP4O submachine guns and fired at them. Concealing themselves, and then suppressing the fire, the German soldiers continued to repeat the maneuvers as always.

"Boom ......"

A tank shell landed in front of the door one by one, blowing up several Soviet soldiers who were shooting, and the power of the 100-millimeter high-explosive shell was undoubtedly displayed at this time.

The Soviet army here only used a 57-mm anti-tank gun, but after two shells hit the front armor of the "Panther" tank, the semicircular turret could only be helplessly ejected, and countless machine gun bullets hit its turret and only set up a little fire, this is the "Cat" A kind of tank that the Soviet army cursed in their dreams.

"Sekokov, Milyosha, you take a few people to make a detour to the back to attack the tail of the enemy's tank, and you must move quickly, otherwise you will lose here." The lieutenant ordered several soldiers to come out with anti-tank guns and Motolov cocktails, "Their task is to blow up this German tank, and fortunately the Germans are very difficult to supply these days, and many tanks have to stop because of lack of fuel, otherwise they will stop if they come with three or four."

Sergeant Sekœkov received the order and immediately led a soldier with an anti-tank gun to a nearby higher building, which was also effective only when attacking the weak top of the German tank and the engine compartment located in the tail from a high position.

"Unraveling ......"

Sekkokov hit the top of the tank with a shot, but this shot did not lift the top of the tank, it seemed to be blocked by something, when he wanted to shoot again, the Germans had already reflected, countless submachine gun bullets instantly flooded Seknekov's hiding place to the end, this German attack detachment did not take down the station, the Russians seemed to have an endless number of soldiers, killed a will not be long before several soldiers will be replenished, The Germans were forced to withdraw until noon in this battle with no victory, and they dragged dozens of corpses and wounded with them as they retreated.

Bill walked into a basement where the stench of burning wood and rubber filled the basement with wooden planks and bricks, and where countless wounded soldiers were lying. It smelled of disinfectant, blood, and stinky feet1

If he hadn't been familiar with the smell, Bill would have hid his face and left.

A soldier next to him, who had been stripped of his twin tuǐ due to frostbite, was wailing so loudly that Bill felt the urge to strangle him and put an end to his pain.

When Bill walked past a g, he was gently pulled by a seriously wounded man, who gasped softly and said, "Sir, we can't go home, can we?" ”

Grabbing the hand of the seriously injured and gently putting it back into the blanket, Bill 1ù let out a smile that was more ugly than crying, "No, you will definitely be able to go home."

"No, I can't go back." The seriously wounded man shook his head and said weakly: "Since we have come here, we are destined to not be able to go back." Sir, I have a letter in my pocket, can you send it home for me? ”

"No!" Bill shook his head and said softly, "You should bring it to your family yourself, I can't run for you for free." "Sir, please help me!" The severely wounded's breathing began to rapid, and the hand holding Bill miraculously began to grow stronger, and a strange flush appeared on his pale face, which Bill, who was accustomed to seeing such situations, knew that this was a phenomenon of returning to light. He sighed slightly and nodded lightly at the soldier.

The soldier let out a long sigh of relief, slowly letting go of his grip on Bill's hand, and gradually stopped breathing, and finally closed his eyes.

With a wry smile, Bill took a blood-stained letter from the soldier's jacket pocket and put it in his pocket, then walked towards the door. He knew that when he walked out of the room, it wouldn't be long before the newly dead soldier would be carried to the side and turned into a frozen corpse, and his blanket and coat would be recorded and covered with another wounded, nothing to do with cruelty, just to keep the rest alive.

When Bill opened the door, a biting cold wind poured into his body along his collar, and Bill tightened his collar and strode outside, but Bill thought sadly.

Now he is helping the soldier deliver the letter, but if he can't do it, who will deliver the letter to his wife at home?

When the weather was clear, German planes in the sky began to fly over Moscow and began to bomb, but at this time the Luftwaffe no longer had the kind of heavy bombers provided by Huaxia at the beginning of the war, because that kind of aircraft had been exhausted in less than half a year after the start of the war.

The Germans had to rely on tactical bombers like the Stuka for their clearance missions.

Not to be outdone, the Russian Air Force sent fighter planes to intercept it, and the fighters of both sides immediately engaged in a fierce battle in the sky of Moscow. In the sky, a silver-gray Yak-1 fighter and a beige BF1o9 fighter kept repeating the actions of rolling, climbing, and diving, and there were fighters in the air who continued to fall down with thick black smoke.

After half a year of adjustment and emergency assistance from the United States and Britain, coupled with the help of the war economic system, the new fighters from the factory were continuously replenished to the Soviet Russian Air Force, and the Soviet Russian Air Force had recovered some of its vitality and had the confidence to compete with the Luftwaffe for limited air supremacy, and the Luftwaffe could no longer bomb Moscow as wantonly as it did at the beginning.

The fighter jet used by the British to aid the Russians was the "Hurricane", which was equipped with four 3o mm guns and 8 tǐng machine guns, and could carry two 45-kilogram bombs to carry out bombing. Some of the Hurricane fighters were also equipped with extremely advanced 4o mm anti-tank guns at the time, and of course the British themselves were still ravaged by the Germans, so they could only help a few dozen. By January 1942, the United States had provided nearly 500 fighter planes to Soviet Russia, and the Soviet and Russian air forces, which had been beaten by the Germans, were finally relieved.

It is worth mentioning that the fighter plane that the Americans came to the aid of the Soviet Russians was not the P38 Blitzkrieg, the main fighter of the United States at this time, nor the latest P47 Thunderbolt fighter in service, but a P-39 fighter that the Americans looked down on very much. The Americans rated this fighter quite lowly, because of its small and tight interior space and inconvenient operation for pilots. The high-altitude power of the motor is insufficient, the static stability is poor, it is not easy to maneuver, the side-opening car-type hatch is inconvenient to enter and exit, the escape is difficult, the structure is complex, the maintenance is difficult, and so on. In the U.S. military, there is such a popular slang song: "Thirty-nine, thirty-nine, behind the motive suit, turn around and do somersaults" to dig out a big hole Hi, hey! Don't give me thirty-nine. ”

After the Lend-Lease Act of the United States was extended to Soviet Russia, the shrewd Americans handed over this fighter to Soviet Russia in one go. The Russians got this fighter after it was like a treasure, at this time most of the Soviet fighters were méng cloth-clad steel frames, or wooden skeleton méng plywood, although the Soviets and Russians put gold on their faces, saying how good their fighters were, but in fact they were also very envious of the generosity of their Western counterparts. Now the Americans' fighter planes are not supplied like treasures wherever they go.

In the eyes of the people of Soviet Russia, the shortcomings of the P-39 were not shortcomings at all. Statically stable xìng poor? It turns out that the stability of the flying Yiyi-16 is even worse, and the Soviet Russians who are used to flying Yiyi-16 don't care at all. Insufficient airborne power of the P-39? Please, the Germans never fight at high altitudes, okay! The side door is not easy to escape? Those brave young men of the Soviet Russian Air Force should drive a burning plane to ram the enemy, what else can they escape?

Having trouble repairing? This is an imported advanced weapon, and of course there must be the best maintenance team! Since the Russians thought so, then in their eyes this P-39 fighter was only a merit.

Moreover, the Russians also gave this imported fighter a nickname, called the "Flying Snake" fighter.

Today, Senior Captain Rechkalov of the "Flying Snake" Flying Group of the Russian Air Force flew his beloved "Flying Snake" and another Yak Brigade to the skies over Moscow, and they fought hotly with the BF1O9 escorted by the Germans for the "Stuka" at a low altitude of two thousand meters.

Fighter planes are constantly shuttling in the air, aiming, firing, and dodging, these actions have almost become his instinct. According to the news from the superiors, there are now major problems in the logistics line of the Germans, and their supply lines have been destroyed a lot by the guerrillas in the rear and the Soviet Russian attack planes, resulting in a serious shortage of material supplies for the German army, as long as the arrogance of the German Air Force is beaten down, the Germans will have to retreat automatically, and the siege of Moscow will be automatically lifted.

"Da da da da......" Rechkalov hit a BF1O9 in front of him at once, and the 37-millimeter cannon at the nose of the aircraft hit the enemy plane into a volley explosion. Then he drove the "Flying Snake" to a German fighter plane in front of him.

In this air battle, the Soviets dispatched 133 fighters against the Germans 87, and the numerical superiority made them gradually occupy the advantage soon after the start of the war, seeing that the Germans in the sky were getting fewer and fewer, they bombed less than half of the "Stuka" dive bombers, and had to return early in order to avoid excessive losses. But this time the Russians did not agree, they chased the German planes all the way to the German airfield near Moscow, and at this time, because the fighters of both sides were in a state of stalemate over the airport, the anti-aircraft artillery on the ground did not dare to fire at all, and could only stand on the ground stupidly and watch the excitement.

"Babble!" Lechkalov shouted excitedly, the joy in his heart was really incomparable, just now he shot down another German fighter, this is already the third enemy plane he shot down today, plus the seven enemy planes he destroyed in the past, he has reached the standard of ace pilots of the Soviet Russian Air Force, and he is also an ace from today onwards!

Just as Captain Rechkalov was about to continue his efforts with surprise, a low roar was heard from afar, and this roar was so loud that Rechkalov, who was sitting in the cabin, could hear it clearly.

"There is an enemy!" Captain Rechkalov, who had already been tempered by the fire of war, immediately informed his superior, the commander of the flying brigade, Colonel Bo Kryshkin.

"Comrade Colonel, there is an enemy situation in the east, and there is an enemy situation in the east!" "Okay, I see, you immediately lead a squad out to reconnoitre!" "Understood!" Less than two minutes after flying, Refhkalov saw a black and oppressive group of planes in front of him, which was so large that even the dim sunlight was covered by them.

"What the hell is going on in the tunnel which bastard sent out the aircraft group, there are at least five hundred planes in front!" An out-of-tune voice sounded in Lechkalov's headset, the voice of Lechkalov's wingman exclaiming.

At this time, the distance between the two sides had been quickly shortened, and Rechkalov had already seen the fighter flying in the front. It was a fighter that Rechkalov had never seen before, with a pointed nose painted to look like a fresh fish, wide wings, and a grass-green fuselage that gave it a ferocious and monstrous look.

"It's not good, this is a plane of the Huaxia people!" A scream returned to dang in the channels of various pilots of the Soviet army.................. a。