Quchreel glanced at his chief of staff and laughed. He walked over to his desk, picked up a document, handed it to his old partner, and said, "I also know that relying on Air Force pilots is a bit too reluctant to deal with surface targets. I never sat still, so I wrote a letter to Marshal Raeder asking for his help. ”

"Oh?" the chief of staff was obviously very surprised by this matter, and then he took the report and asked as he read it: "I heard that at the joint meeting of the three services half a month ago, several old guys from the logistics department of the navy complained to the head of state, saying that our army's order had delayed their navy's expansion plan. ”

"It would be strange if they didn't mention it. Qu Hillel smiled, and at his height, he could already understand what the so-called battle of arms meant, or what it looked like. If the army, navy, and air force do not fight, they will obviously not be able to fight, but they must not fight too hard -- they must compete within the framework of cooperation and make theoretical reserves for winning future wars.

If the navy and air force do not fight, then naval aviation will never appear; if the air force and the army do not fight, how can there be a theory of the air force winning in the 21 st century? However, if the fight goes too far, it will become the laughing stock of the whole world, just like the Japanese army and navy, and people will not see any positive significance except for laughing at their stomachs.

"At such times, it is customary to complain two sentences, Marshal Brauchitsch will not take it seriously, and Marshal Raeder will not care—everyone will put out a few little minions and quarrel and make a statement to the Führer. After laughing, Quchell said to his old partner: "Look at Marshal Raeder's reply, and you will know." ”

Sure enough, the content of the letter was about cooperation between the army and the navy, and the army officially invited naval aviation to enter the Caucasus region for actual combat training, while naval aviation trained its recruits in an environment closer to actual combat. Everyone has a win-win situation, and can also show a harmonious cooperation attitude.

"This is great, since the Navy is willing to train troops in real combat, then the task of blocking the Volga River will be entrusted to the Naval Aviation. After reading it, the chief of staff put the letter back on General Quchler's desk and said to his superior: "The air force will cover the operation and ensure the safety of the naval aircraft." ”

Before he could say anything, he came up with the idea of bringing the Air Force in, and everyone shared good things with good things, which is a good foundation for cooperation.

While the two men in the headquarters were imagining that the air force would cover the naval planes for the operation, the naval Stuka attack aircraft of the naval aviation had already taken off under the cover of the air force fighters - under the supervision of Accardo, the efficiency of the German army was so high that it was very frightening.

In the current southern theater of operations on the Eastern Front, it is not easy to see the old Stuka dive bombers, and most of the ground attack aircraft units have been replaced with cheaper and easier to fly Stuka 2 attack aircraft. The rest of the Stuka were only used by the navy and the client states and North Africa.

So when these screaming and swooping Stuka dive bombers appeared, only some Soviet veterans recognized these nightmares, and they knew how close to the ground they could dive and drop the bombs on matchbox-sized targets. This may be an exaggeration, but Soviet veterans say so in private.

The Soviet ships ferrying back and forth did not yet know that their disaster had struck, and in the past, when air raids came, the bombs dropped by Luftwaffe bomber units often failed to hit their targets under the interference of anti-aircraft fire from both sides, and these pilots were not trained to attack surface targets, so they rarely hit the small boats that came and went.

Because of this, when the German planes arrived, many ships, especially small boats, did not choose to dodge, but continued to transport personnel and supplies in the face of bullets and bullets.

"What is this? a fake target waiting for us to attack?" asked a pilot pilot, who was flying around the Stuka sideways, smiling at the navigator behind him, who was in charge of controlling the machine guns in the rear. Compared to the Atlantic bombing training they had just experienced at their bases in France, the ships on the Volga River were no different from naval pilots than fixed targets on the surface of the sea.

"Alright! We've got a limited ammo load! Dive down! Go back and restock. The navigator, with one hand pressed on the machine gun, shouted to the pilot behind him in the turbulent plane: "I will cover you when you pull up, and try to keep the flight as smooth as possible!" If you encounter an enemy anti-aircraft artillery attack, record the position of the attacking position. When you get home, you have to report back to the Air Force guys. ”

"Good!" With this reply, the Stuka dive bomber sliced through the air, let out that long-lost howl, and swooped down towards its target. This long whistle has not been remembered on the battlefield for a long time, so long that it is forgotten that there is such a terrible weapon that exists in the list of weapons and equipment of the German army.

With a dive of nearly 50 degrees, the plane entered a high-speed and steady air flow, and the German pilots easily pressed their bomb sights against a medium-sized Soviet ship, waiting for the red line on the bomb siren to reach the predetermined value.

In the frightened eyes of the Soviet soldiers on the ships on the Volga River, it was like a goshawk swooping down from the clouds, and just as they were about to hit the river, the German dive bombers quickly pulled up and dropped the deadly bomb on the deck of the Soviet ships - just hitting the target, making all the Soviet ferrymen feel a trace of despair.

The second Stuka did not make the Soviets wait for a long time, and the Soviet soldiers on the river were still watching a ship in the distance raise a huge flame, which broke into two and sank to the bottom of the river.

"Quick! Contact the comrades of the air defense forces! Something is wrong with the German planes! These planes are not the original planes!" A Soviet commander standing on the bank of the river pointed to the German planes that were constantly circling and descending in the sky, and then dived and dropped bombs, and shouted to his men: "Stop them! Otherwise, all the friendly troops in the river will be finished!"

Behind him, the Soviet soldiers were in a mess, not knowing what to do. They had the impression that although the German planes were fast, they did not drop their bombs accurately, which is why they dared to stand here on the bank of the river after the air defense sirens sounded.

But now, they saw the changes in the German planes, the friendly forces struggling in the river, and the sinking ships, proving to them a terrible fact that this group of German planes was not the same as before, and that they were at least several times more threatening to attack.

Inside the Stuka dive bomber after pulling up, the pilot flew his beloved plane in a circle. During his training, he had to dodge the defensive fire simulated by friendly air defense destroyers, and he was terrified by the dense hellish web of fire. This was his first time participating in actual combat, and he felt that at least in this battle, the enemy's air defense was no different from child's play.

He continued to fly his plane and began a second dive, this time targeting an uncovered boat filled with Soviet soldiers preparing to cross the river to fight.

Without any extra movements, he aimed the nose of his plane at his target, the front sight in the sight firmly above the target, he adjusted the trajectory of his flight slightly, and then moved his sight to a rich amount of early strafing.

Then he pulled the trigger for his own fire, and a volley of cannon shells hit the river, splashing a tall column of water. Then the drain began to extend towards the boat, and swiftly swept into the crowd of the boat, blood splattering like mist, tracer bullets weaving between flesh and bone, and finally striking a hole larger than a bowl in the bottom of the boat.

As Stukkara got up, the navigator in charge of the cover behind operated his machine gun and fired into the second round of gunfire. Before they could react, the Soviet soldiers, who wanted to get up from the corpses, did not expect the second wave of attacks to come so quickly, and many of them were shot and fell, lying next to other pieces of minced meat.

Blood spread from the holes in the boats, staining the waters of the nearby Volga River red. The ship, which was originally densely packed with soldiers, was now only a dozen people crying. They were frightened by the bloody scene in front of them, and they also had a very intuitive impression of the war they were about to experience.

"The troops of an infantry regiment are crossing the river, and I think this infantry regiment is almost finished. "The Soviet commander standing on the shore was helpless about what was happening on the river, he could not order half of the men crossing the river to be withdrawn, nor did he dare to order the rest of the division to continue crossing, he just stood on the edge of the river and muttered as if he had gone mad.

"It seems that the Germans finally realized the importance of cutting off the Volga route for the siege of Stalingrad. "Rokossovsky received a report from his troops in the evening that one of his infantry regiments had crossed the river to Stalingrad and was left with less than a battalion of troops, dozens of ships destroyed, and the losses were staggering.

"Arrange the transport after dark, after all, it is not realistic to fight for air supremacy and air defense. He sighed and said, "Reduce shipping at dawn." That's all there is to it. ”