On the pilot No. 1 plane of the tactical bomber group under the Eastern Front Air Force Command, Hagrid, a first-class air force technical sergeant, was seriously watching the engineers from the Ninth Aviation Institute make the final adjustments to the "special bombs" they carried. In the subsequent air raid missions, the engineers of the No. 9 Aviation Institute will no longer demonstrate in person, they are all precious technical personnel, and it is impossible to fly over the dangerous front line all day long.

"These bombs are so cumbersome to use, do they really have the corresponding power?"

After holding back for a long time, Hagrid couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, but it depends on how you use it." The engineer turned back to Hagrid and smiled, "If you throw it on the open plain, the power will be like that, when we used cloudburst bombs to attack the cattle placed on the open shooting range, the two hundred and fifty cattle scattered in the five hundred square meters of the field were killed by more than a hundred at once, and the rest were all injured and fainted. However, it was detonated in the simulated urban target area, and all the cattle died. ”

"So, this thing can leave no living mouth in the city of 500 square meters?"

The Engineer looked back at Hagrid, his expression as if he was wondering "what are you talking about?"

"The guy we brought in is only a quarter the size of the one we want to throw now."

Hagrid's mouth opened wide, but before he could speak, the voice of the bombardier came from the earphones: "The fire that confirmed the target designation is about to reach the sky above the target area!" ”

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"Oh my God." Wolf muttered quietly, shock written all over his face.

The expressions of the other German soldiers were exactly the same as Wolfe's, and the soldiers of the 12th Independent Chasseur Battalion, who had just been shouting to cheer up the Air Force, were all stunned at this time, quietly looking at the bombed city thousands of meters away.

Every few seconds, a huge fireball rises in the city, and the light of the flash eclipses the sun in the sky. The city was already on fire, and the silhouettes of the buildings were almost completely engulfed in flames and smoke, and only the constant flashes of fireballs and bright lights could outline the outlines of the city.

Wolf heard Hans beside him mutter, "What the hell is the Air Force throwing at it?" ”

"Who knows." James Horner replied softly, "Maybe they stole Odin's Congenels." ”

At this time, another light shone from the rear on the soldiers of the 12th separate battalion.

Wolf looked back and saw two green flares rising into the sky.

"Alright, the Air Force is done, it's time for us to play!" Hans opened his voice and shouted, "Infantry next to the march, standard offensive formation!" ”

Wolf rolled down from the foot fight, then hid behind the foot fight, and by the way, he also adjusted his steel helmet.

As he put on his helmet, the engine roared and a puff of smoke erupted from the exhaust pipe.

Normally Wolf would have had to complain about why the designers of the infantry had not put the smoke vents to the side, but now Wolf said nothing, just silently endured the exhaust of the infantry combat. The others were also very strict, and at this time the infantry battle began to advance, and the veterans lined up in two columns, closely following the foot battle.

Generally, recruits like to walk close to the butt of foot combat, but the veterans of the 12th Battalion are all old fritters who crawled out of the pile of corpses, and they all know that infantry combat is a cannonball magnet, and it is easy to be affected by the artillery fire of infantry combat if they get too close, and once a cannonball falls, they will either die or be injured. In contrast, the machine gun is much more modest and cunzài.

The veterans knew very well that at a distance of more than four hundred meters, a person was a tiny size, and being hit by a machine gun was purely a matter of probability, but the shells were different. At long range, machine guns are only a fraction of the threat of artillery, and a single rifle can cause as much damage as many machine guns.

Therefore, when coordinating an armored attack, you should be careful to keep a distance from the armored vehicle, and wait until the machine gun can effectively kill before approaching the armored vehicle.

The distance of several thousand meters was a considerable period of time, and Wolf held the machine gun and moved forward cautiously, glancing at his comrades beside him from time to time.

Hans held a submachine gun for platoon officers in one hand and a walkie-talkie in the other, and his expression looked very calm, as if he were going on a picnic.

James was a little nervous, and after noticing Wolf's gaze, he spread his hands and asked, "What's wrong?" Is there something on my face? ”

"No, I said, can't you just change your rhetoric to something new? And 'do you have something on my face?', so concerned about your face, are you a? Wolf croaked and complained, which made the atmosphere of the whole queue a lot more relaxed, and some people smiled.

"Stern," said Hans, "we are now within range of enemy fire, and they may open fire on us at any moment." ”

"Already in range?" Wolf looked to the side in surprise, over the side of the foot fight, and looked forward, "Really, good, they should have opened fire under normal circumstances." ”

"Maybe they want to save some bullets." James said disapprovingly, "Do you think we know that we are getting closer to the enemy?" ”

People who have not experienced actual combat may not be impressed by the order to put the enemy close to fight, and in the time and space before Lin Youde crossed, there was even a group of Xiaobai who complained about the plot of the X Route Army putting people fifty meters away and then firing on TV. But in fact, at a distance of more than 200 meters, it already takes a considerable amount of training and luck to hit a standing person. In order to achieve real damage and ensure that the ammunition is used to the fullest, it is quite an effective tactic to put the enemy down to 50 meters and then fire - and of course it is also quite a risky tactic, and it is likely that you will have to enter into a hand-to-hand battle with the enemy.

In terms of the situation on the Eastern Front in this time and space, the German army did not want to enter a white-knuckle battle with the Russian army, so it would generally open fire at about 200 meters. However, it is possible that the Russian army deliberately put the Germans at a very close distance before firing, and even took the initiative to engage in white-knuckle combat with the Germans.

After walking forward for about five minutes, Wolf pointed to a mound in the field not far away and said, "That should be the ranging target prepared by the Russian army in advance, right?" ”

When there is time to build a position, the defender will usually create some ranging targets in front of the position that are not easily recognized by the enemy, assist the artillery shooter to fire the artillery, and give the machine gun shooter a reference for adjusting the scale.

The Russian army is obviously more casual in making objects, and the dirt bag that is so abrupt is not a natural formation at first glance.

However, in actual combat, even if the attacker recognizes the target, it generally does not have the effort to destroy it.

"It's weird." Hans muttered, "Why haven't they fired yet?" ”

"Didn't the other troops resist either?"

Faced with Wolf's question, Hans shrugged: "There are all kinds of shouts on the radio, and it looks like some battalions are resisting, but at least the troops in our vicinity are safe. ”

Before they could finish speaking, the infantry battle in front of them suddenly opened fire, and as soon as the rhythmic fire of the 40mm machine gun sounded, the veterans all shrank their necks and reflexively bowed their waists.

But they immediately recognized that it was their own foot combat.

Hans immediately took two steps forward, pulled open the small box behind Bu Zhan's buttocks, took out the microphone and asked loudly, "What's the matter, what are you guys fighting?" ”

As Hans asked, Wolf poked his head out of the side and looked ahead.

"They seem to be firing at the Russian troops who are coming out of the trenches. Well, if I'm not mistaken, those Russian troops are holding white flags. ”

"Ceasefire, damn it!" Listening to Wolf's words, Hans shouted loudly into the microphone, "Ceasefire, those people are going to surrender, you may make them desperate and desperate!" ”

At this time, Wolf stepped out from behind the foot battle.

James reached out and tried to grab him: "You're crazy, the Russian machine guns may be waiting for you to get out!" ”

"They all surrendered." Wolf smiled disapprovingly at James, and strode forward.

"Hell." James cursed, and then walked out from behind the foot battle, and glanced at the Russian position two hundred meters away.

Indeed, after the ceasefire in the infantry battle, more Russian soldiers walked out of their hiding places with their hands held high.

"Oh my boy, what's wrong with them?" James, staring at the Russian soldier's messy clothes, said, "It looks like they've all just escaped the flames and smoke of hell." ”

At this time, the German soldiers all came out from behind the infantry battle, observing the Russian troops who surrendered on their knees with their hands raised.

Many Russian soldiers have fresh burn scars on their skin, many have fire marks on their clothes, some have burned their entire coats with a collar, and their exposed skin is covered with terrible scars that can give people nightmares at the first sight.

The German soldiers gradually approached the Russian troops.

Hans ordered to leave half a squad to guard the Russians who had surrendered to their platoon, and to lead the rest of the men into the city with the infantry.

Not long after entering the city, Wolf pointed to a small building and said, "It looks like they were going to use the third floor of this building as a point of machine-gun fire." ”