The snow stopped, the weather didn't take its way, it was like teasing everyone, and I did my best to the extreme. At a time when the Germans were most hoping for good weather, bad weather came, and the sky was full of dark clouds, and from time to time snowflakes fell, so bad that people were desperate. However, when the Soviets were winning and fearing that the weather would improve, the good weather suddenly came, which caught everyone off guard.

"Uh......h Woo......!" With the command of the tower, these fighters took off and climbed to the roar of the motors, and assembled into a neat flight formation in the sky not far away.

The Luftwaffe pilots, who had been idle for a few days, were now absolutely full of fighting spirit, and after receiving the news that the sky was clear for a short time, they went into a frenzy, like a hunter who had been bored for a long time, poured out of his lair, and began to take off in groups in search of his prey.

It seemed as long as a whole century had been waited - at least the German pilots felt that a considerable amount of time had passed since they had endured the pain of not being able to support friendly forces on the ground. They are eager to take off and fight, even against the most vicious enemies, and they are much stronger than waiting on the ground.

So when the meteorological department came to the conclusion that the weather was about to improve for a short time, they began to wait patiently, and finally waited for the results they hoped for at this time today. As the planes flew into the sky, the entire battlefield was once again covered with dark clouds, not that there were more real dark clouds, but that the planes that covered the sky made people look as if they were covered by dark clouds.

In the huge flight formation, there was a cacophony of voices on the radio, "To avenge the friendly forces on the ground!" "It's time for us to play! Blow up those damn Soviets!" "Let them see how powerful the Luftwaffe is!" "After a few days of not seeing each other, these idiots have forgotten that we are overhead!" In the midst of this noise, German planes gradually flew towards the geographical targets they needed to attack.

The German planes were expected by the commanders of the Soviet Red Army, and if Zhukov and Rokossovsky and other generals simply prayed that the bad weather would continue, they would not have become famous generals who would be praised for later generations.

The Soviets first prepared a more brilliant response on the ground, Zhukov used a large number of false targets to confuse the German air force, these wooden tank models had four wheels, which could be pulled by horses, following behind a large number of real Soviet tanks, used to attract German air force fire.

Then the Soviets stopped their attack when the weather cleared, and began to try to camouflage their tanks and armored vehicles. This was something they had repeatedly trained, and this camouflage was not at all a burden for the Soviet Red Army than to go to the battlefield and die.

The other approach was a bit less satisfactory, in order to cover the ground forces and minimize the losses of the ground forces, the Soviet fighter units were required to take off as many planes as possible to meet the Luftwaffe units that were coming to attack. In other words, Zhukov intended to delay the Luftwaffe in the event of a loss of the Air Force.

Zhukov stood by a hidden bunker on the outskirts, behind him his own temporary command in the woods. He watched as the dark clouds in the distance approached Minsk, where he had only been picked up by car a few minutes earlier, and a few minutes later he saw German planes open their bomb bays in the sky.

100 butcher bombers greeted Minsk, Zhukov's stronghold, the Soviet stronghold, where more than 700 tons of bombs were dropped, which destroyed buildings in Minsk, blew up roads in the city, and caused a large number of casualties and property damage.

And as the air defense force of the Soviet Red Army, the 20 fighters that took off to meet the battle were torn to pieces by the 20 FW-190D fighters escorted by the German army before they could struggle a few times. The ground anti-aircraft guns returned fire, but unfortunately they were far from numerous enough to threaten the overwhelming German bombers.

In order to equip the attacking Soviet Red Army with anti-aircraft artillery as much as possible, Zhukov appropriated a large number of urban air defense forces, and the nearby Soviet anti-aircraft guns were transferred to Rokossovsky and Konev and other front-line generals.

By the time the Germans left, the anti-aircraft fire had shot down only one butcher bomber, which crashed into the city, breaking the entire fuselage into three sections, igniting the engine and surviving the crew. The price paid by the Soviets was much greater, with the entire city of Minsk littered with rubble and civilians displaced by the bombing.

Despite the rigorous preparations, the Soviets were exhausted by the Luftwaffe. Although countless false targets deceived the German pilots, there were still countless real targets that were not fully camouflaged by the Germans.

An oil depot was accidentally hit by a bomb, and then the fuel exploded, and the Luftwaffe spotted the disguised Soviet vehicles around the target, and then launched a dense fire attack. The entire bombed area was ablaze with fire, and countless Soviet soldiers died in the massacre. In this area alone, the Germans dropped bombs that killed 140 civilians and more than 900 Soviet soldiers.

Many targets were hit and exploded, a T-34 tank was hit directly by a dropped aerial bomb, and then the entire hull was torn apart by a huge explosion, turning into steel plates and iron pipes that flew in all directions.

A huge crater was blown out of the transport hub, and the snow was blown apart by the shock wave, leaving a round black mark that looked very visible in the sky, and then another bomb fell, completely paralyzing the entire road.

As the battle went on, the Luftwaffe suffered more losses, and it was no longer just Soviet planes that fell from the sky, but occasionally a German plane could be seen dragging a long black smoke down, planting on the ground and exploding, raising a scorching flame.

Countless Soviet planes flew towards the German fighters, dragging streaks of white smoke through the sky, and the fighters of both sides intertwined together like huge fishing nets hanging in the sky. In ten minutes, more than 30 German planes were shot down, and at the same time, at least 300 Soviet planes could never return to where they had started.

While the fierce battle for air supremacy in the sky was still going on, another unit was busy, and on the lawn of the German airfield, the soldiers sitting on the withered yellow grass finally heard the shouts of assembly.

A second lieutenant with a gauze wrapped in his left hand walked up to a lieutenant colonel, but without saluting, he said to his superiors in a slightly hoarse voice: "Sir, everything is ready, we are ordered to parachute into the designated combat position." Not surprisingly, another rotten place. ”

"Hehe, we will only be able to fight the most brutal battles in rotten places in our lives. "The lieutenant colonel battalion commander turned around and also had a very beautiful Iron Cross around his neck with silver oak leaves, which shone slightly in the sunny sun.

"You don't have to go with us, according to the regulations, you should be able to apply for retirement and get a generous discharge deposit to return to your hometown. If you wish, you can also apply to be a commander in a concentration camp, and your qualifications are fully sufficient without any problems. After the last hard battle, the battalion commander Borrol, who had been promoted to lieutenant colonel, spoke to William Downer, who was wounded but did not leave the army.

Donner lifted the steel helmet with his disabled arm, showed a mouthful of white teeth and laughed: "People, you always have to lose something to see what you want." I'm not suitable to go to those rear to be a moth, how do I think the profession of paratrooper is more suitable for me. Sir, let me dance along. ”

Borol sighed, the last time the paratroopers suffered heavy losses and collectively received a combat award medal, but because the losses were too great, he was supposed to be promoted to deputy regiment commander, but he still stayed in the original unit and continued to serve as the battalion commander. However, compared to the deputy regiment, he still likes to stay in the front-line combat unit, which reminds him of those comrades in Balu and allows him to recall the **** nights and nights he fought.

"Remember, if you drag me back, I'll kick you in the ass!" Borol shook the heavy parachute backpack on his back, looked at the familiar faces around him, and cracked his mouth and laughed: "Don't be nervous this time, the place where we jumped is safer, and there are all Germans down there." ”

That's right, the reinforcements that Accardo prepared for Liszt were a full 20,000 paratroopers, who had to rely on planes to enter the battlefield at the last moment as a strong support to withstand the overwhelming attack of the Soviets. Why didn't they act in advance? In fact, it was just for the sake of secrecy, so that the Soviets would sink deeper and not turn back.

"Alright, gentlemen, get your equipment in order! We are not the infantry transported by transport planes, we need to enter the battlefield in advance, so that those Soviets can see how powerful we are!" Borol shouted to his soldiers: "Who are we?"

"German paratroopers!" everyone replied loudly.

"What do we do best?" Borol continued.

"Fight the worst battle!" everyone raised their right hands.

"Good! all of them! Get on the plane!" Borol patted Donner on the shoulder, turned, and took heavy steps to drag his messy luggage and supplies to the plane that was already spinning its propellers.