Chapter 638 Stalingrad (2)

The Germans sent out not only bombers, but also a large number of BF109 and FW190 fighters for escort.

The fighters sent by the Soviets were dazzling. According to the instructions of Commander Kuznetsov, I-15, I-16, I-153, MiG-1, MiG-3, Yak-1, UT-1, UT-2 two-seat trainer aircraft, etc., all aircraft that could take off were sent to intercept the German fleet. Even the few American P-39 fighters were sent out.

This made the German fighter pilots very happy. This was not a battle, but a battle to send a victory.

These Soviet fighters took off from different airports and did not form a scale. This became a typical refueling tactic.

The air battle became a one-sided crushing situation. Soviet fighters were constantly shot down in the sky, one after another, falling to the ground like dumplings. Some of the pilots managed to parachute to escape, while more pilots died in their cockpits.

"Hey, that's the American P-39!"

"You're here just in time, let these Americans see the strength of our German pilots!"

"Teach them a lesson, let them know what kind of garbage they are flying!"

These American rookie pilots who had never experienced actual combat were a bit unlucky, and several German ace pilots were eyeing them.

"Fox No. 1, watch your back, you're being eyed by an eagle!" An American pilot shouted in horror to remind his leader, the eagle he was talking about was the bloody eagle pattern painted on the fuselage of the German ace pilot.

"Oh shit! I can't see him, where is he?! Help me!!" Fox No. 1's desperate shout just came out, three machine gun shells hit his fighter, one of which penetrated into the cockpit, and the entire cockpit was instantly filled with blood mist.

After a brief confrontation, the American pilots found that these German fighters with bloody eagle patterns painted on their fuselages were not easy to mess with, and could even be said to be extremely cruel! !

Once targeted by these eagles, any evasive action in the training manual seems so childish and powerless. Mike, who usually has the best training results in their team, was not spared. Under the precise point shooting of the opponent's large-caliber machine gun, his body exploded directly and turned into a ball of fire and fell down.

These rookies who just ran from the gentle countryside have never seen such a bloody scene. Watching friendly planes being ruthlessly blown up one after another, listening to the continuous screams in the headphones, some people finally couldn't stand it and collapsed.

"This is simply hell!"

"I want to leave here!"

"Mom!"

Many American pilots even ignored the dispatch of the air commander and turned their heads to flee in the direction they came from. Unfortunately, they forgot that turning their butts to the enemy in a fierce air battle is equivalent to seeking death, not to mention that the maximum speed of the P39 is only 612 kilometers per hour, which is far from the opponent of the FW190. Even if they want to escape, they can't escape the pursuit of German fighters. In a short while, the originally small number of US fighters were wiped out.

Commander Kuznetsov in the headquarters was like an ant on a hot pot, anxiously turning back and forth, praying madly that the German bomber group could find a place to drop the bombs and then return.

But the opposite happened. The German bomber formation was heading straight for Stalingrad.

A staff officer reported anxiously. "Comrade Commander, more than 100 fighters we sent out have been shot down, and the German group is less than 100 kilometers away from Stalingrad."

"Damn it!" Commander Kuznetsov slumped in his chair, muttering in despair. "Can we only watch Stalingrad being bombed?"

But there seemed to be no other way.

A distance of 100 kilometers can be reached in less than 15 minutes, and soon, the German group flew over the outskirts of Stalingrad.

The anti-aircraft positions on the ground poured shells into the sky frantically, and the anti-aircraft gunners tried their best to defend the sacred city named after the great leader behind them. The gunners desperately shook the anti-aircraft gun's high-level rotating handle, aimed at the enemy planes in the sky and fired shells, hoping to shoot down all the enemy planes in the sky with one shot.

Unfortunately, this was just a beautiful wish. The ME-264 in the bomber group relied on the flight altitude, the Mosquito bomber relied on the flight speed, and the HE-177 relied on the thick armor to easily break through the Soviet ground air defense firepower network and break into the sky over Stalingrad. Only a few were shot down by the Soviet anti-aircraft guns.

The commander of the bomber formation issued an order. "Prepare to drop bombs, let these idiots know what will happen if they dare to mess with us Germans!"

On a Me-264 bomber, the bombardier looked at the city below through the bomb sight, trying to find some valuable targets. But he soon gave up the idea, because at this altitude, no matter how he aimed, the bomb could not fall on the aiming point, and the error might be several thousand meters.

Fortunately, there was no designated target for this bombing, as long as the bombs were dropped into the city of Stalingrad; thinking of this, the bombardier casually pressed the bomb wrench, and the heavy bombs hanging inside the belly of the plane fell one after another.

These bombs fell rapidly along their own parabolic trajectory, and the air whistle installed at the tail began to emit a heart-wrenching whistle.

A bomb fell on the top of a building, and the impact of the impact made the whole building tremble, and then accompanied by a shocking explosion, the whole building collapsed instantly, and steel bars and stones flew everywhere.

This was just the beginning.

Thousands of heavy bombs fell in Stalingrad, half of them were high-explosive bombs and half were napalm bombs.

In the basement of the suburban military district headquarters, Commander Kuznetsov looked desperately at the huge fire and thick smoke rising from the distant Stalingrad. He could even feel Stalin's anger when he heard the news, and his calves couldn't help trembling. "Report to the Kremlin and say that Stalingrad was bombed by the German army."

The telegram quickly reached the Kremlin.

"Damn Germans!!" Stalin, who was worried about the bombing of Berlin, received the telegram about the bombing of Stalingrad. His face instantly became extremely ferocious and he roared in anger. "That's Stalingrad! Not Samara, not Kiev, not Minsk! That's Stalingrad, the city named after me! These damn Germans are slapping me in the face!" At this moment, he was like an angry lion, his eyes wide open, exuding a chilling hostility. "Germany and I will fight to the death! If Berlin is not razed to the ground, the war will never end! Pass on my order, let the front-line troops launch a general offensive!!"