Umegi cheated.

With one hand, he snatched Mosin Nagan, who was huddled in a ball around him, and after quickly casting a spell, fired a shot at the sky.

"Bang!"

Three seconds later, without dropping the bomb, without pulling up, and without being exploded into a fireball, the Stuka grazed the frigate and crashed headlong into the water less than twenty meters from the frigate.

"Boom!" it was a huge column of water more than ten meters high.

The plane crashed into the water at a large elevation angle, and it was torn apart on the spot, and there was no skyrocketing fireball. After all, the amount of fuel an airplane carries is quite limited. And if it wasn't a forced landing, it would really sink in three or five hits.

On the frigate, there was a burst of cheers of "Ula!"

Every soldier escaped his own death by luck.

Seriously, Stuka's large-angle dive bombing rarely misses.

"Well done! Sergeant Podonov!" a Red Army lieutenant laughed and patted the anti-aircraft gunner next to him.

"No, sir, it wasn't a cannon shot. The sergeant told the truth: "If the cannon hits, the plane will turn into a fireball in mid-air." ”

"That's ......" the second lieutenant is obviously new to the battlefield as well.

"It was a machine gun or a rifle that swept the pilot, probably ......"

German air raids continued. The skills of the German pilots were not comparable to the untrained Soviet pilots, especially in night battles.

In addition to raising a barrage of sparse and useless eggs, the troops crossing the river were basically beaten unilaterally.

In the era when there were no anti-aircraft missiles, air defense relied on anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine guns to form an ultra-high-density barrage to stop air attacks.

Originally, the Red Army crossed the river because of poor air defense and almost no air force cover, so it had to secretly cross the river at night. Ordinary submachine guns are almost ineffective against a dive bomber with a high elevation angle like the Stuka, and even if the shit hits the plane, it will often be blocked by the metal shell of the plane.

Tonight was a little different.

I don't know how many nights the captains have been bombed, and they are starting to notice that something strange is happening.

"Woo-woo-" Stuka came.

"Boom!" Stuka fell into the river.

"Woooooo

"Boom!" Stuka said again.

The four Stuka in front and behind tried to kill the frigate where Mei Mumu was located, and all of them fell into the river.

If anyone really has such awesome night vision and dynamic vision, they will find that every Stuka pilot who crashed was shot in the head in a state of diving, about 400 meters away from the frigate.

Directly burst the front windshield, penetrating the skull, and the brains and blood splattered all over the back cover.

In normal daytime bombing, an ordinary dive bomber pilot would drop a bomb about 500 meters away from the target, so that the bomb would eventually explode within 25 meters of the target under the action of inertia.

This is already a very remarkable hit rate in World War II.

Knowing that the Soviets had little anti-aircraft firepower, the bold German pilots preferred to bomb the Volga River under the cover of night in order to pursue a hit rate.

These days, they basically drop bombs at a distance of about 300 meters, and the thrill-seeking guys will even drop bombs at 200 meters, and then pull the nose to change the way out.

This near-vertical dive is basically a drop in point.

Tonight, the Stuka pilots clearly felt like they had seen hell. Downed planes often start with smoke and then the planes fall apart in the air.

Who has ever seen a plane crash without any smoke?

One like that, four still like that.

The Maozi "Ula Ula" below kept going, and the German pilots, who were so frightened, hurriedly turned the nose of the plane and ran away.

"The Soviet side apparently had an updated air defense system. "That's what the pilots who went back reported.

On the frigate, Mei Mumu was not the only one who shot at him, and no one suspected him.

Mei Mumu pretended not to have any, and followed the boat across the river.

Who knows, the next morning, an officer of the Ministry of Internal Affairs came to Chuikov, the bigwig of the group army.

"What's the matter?" Chuikov was a little impatient.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs in the Soviet Army was definitely a god-hating existence.

"Last night, while crossing the river, our troops shot down four Stukas, all of them ace pilots of the German army. This is evidenced by the paint painting of the salvaged aircraft. ”

"The lads did a good job. Chuikov didn't care.

The officer of the Ministry of Internal Affairs handed two pieces of Stuka front windshield to Chuikov.

Chuikov was stunned: "This is ......"

The two windshields are clearly from different aircraft and have different degrees of shattering. The only thing in common is the circular bullet hole in the middle of the windshield.

"This is a bullet hole in Mosin Nagant, and an ordinary M1891 type. According to our calculations, all the sniping took place at an altitude of 400 meters above the ground. Because after the altitude of 400 meters, the pilot will drop bombs at any time. However, when the four Stuka attempted to attack the Red Moon frigate last night, they all fell silent at this altitude and then crashed. ”

These words made the officers who heard this conclusion gasp.

The mass-produced original M1891 has a theoretical range of 800 meters. If you shoot into the sky, the kinetic energy should be at least halved.

Sniping into the sky with a broken gun that is not even necessarily corrected for the crosshairs, hitting Stuka at a speed of more than 400 kilometers per hour at the extreme range, and shooting the pilot with a gun headshot...... This marksmanship is simply amazing.

Chuikov suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahaha! It seems that the motherland has finally sent me a super marksman." ”

Finally finished laughing, Chuikov said, "Hurry up and find this guy for me." I want him to deal with the damn Germans on the other side who only use cold guns. My adjutant Bakanov was sniped yesterday from 300 meters away!"

On the other side, two hours ago.

Mei Mumu, who didn't know that he had become famous in the first battle last night, was still obediently a big soldier, and he was dragged to prepare to charge the German army's position in a factory before dawn.

Glancing at it from afar, Mei Mumu almost wanted to die.

How brain-dead does Nima have to be to let a group of peasant boys who barely know how to aim to charge the German machine-gun array?

With the help of the system's night vision telescope function, Mei Mumu has already seen at least six MG42 heavy machine guns at a distance of 500 meters.

Shooting at a charging soldier is easier than cutting wheat in a rice field.

What's even more fucking is that at these three hundred meters to charge, there is hardly any cover. The Germans on the opposite side were already throwing flares.

The trumpet has sounded!

"Ula!" the hairy men charged directly.

The bitter Mei Mumu could only rush, of course, he pulled the trigger while rushing.

Tongues of fire erupted from the muzzle of Bobosha's gun.

Unknowingly, every bullet fired is attached to a change-based spell [Arrow Shooting]. This spell was originally intended to allow a single bolt to be fired, as if you were using a light crossbow yourself.

But when Mei Mumu gave this spell a fragment of fate, the magic suddenly evolved into [Divine Marksmanship]!

Bobosha's 7.62mm bullet easily crossed a distance of 250 meters and hit the German machine gunner hiding in a concrete pillbox and covered by a machine gun shield.