Steel Soviet Union

"If the Russian cannonballs had really hit us, we would have turned into a pile of rotten meat by now! Or do you think you are talking to me now with the identity of a pile of rotten meat instead of a complete body?"

The gunner who was asked such a sudden rhetorical question by Walter couldn't help but was speechless and was stunned. Thinking that he seemed to be really alive, the gunner finally realized what was going on, and blurted out some unbelievable rhetorical questions immediately after.

"There was such a loud noise just now. I thought we were dead. Could it be that I was hallucinating?"

"It's not that you're hallucinating, it's that we were really hit. It was just luck that the hit hit the commander's command tower. Look here, a large piece of the armor has been shattered."

Walter, who was still speaking, then raised his hand and pointed to the commander's command tower above his head. This design structure that is common on almost all German tank turrets is specifically designed to facilitate the commander's command. It is widened and expanded. The tall commander's command tower not only makes it easier to stretch the body, but also provides a certain degree of additional protection to the German commander when he stretches his upper body out of the vehicle, preventing him from being hit by ordinary infantry small arms and stray bullets.

The gunner who looked in the direction of Walter's finger immediately saw the commander's command tower missing a large piece of armor. It seemed that the Soviet hooded armor-piercing bullet had missed the target due to poor centering effect. It was too The powerful armor-piercing projectile retained kinetic energy and blew away the relatively weak commander's command tower armor as it passed by. The hood-piercing armor-piercing projectile that failed to trigger the armor-piercing delay fuse and did not explode seemed to be responsible for their entire vehicle. The ultimate reason why the group managed to survive.

"Huh, this is too thrilling, Walter. For a moment, I almost thought we were going to die. Fortunately, the Russians' armor-piercing fuses have never been very reliable. Thank you to the Führer."

Unknowingly, the blizzard that had quietly stopped had completely passed away, and the dark clouds floating in the sky overhead and very close to the ground began to gradually dissipate.

The first bright ray of sunlight penetrated the edge of the dissipated dark clouds and shone on the armor of the car body covered with severe cold ice and snow. The angular sunlight shining into the car along the missing armor part of the commander's command tower quietly seeped into the car. From the corner of Walter's eyes, Walter subconsciously raised his head and looked up at the sky along the path of the sunlight. Walter looked directly at the bright sunshine. After a brief moment of tranquility, his empty heart suddenly began to rise and fall violently, as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had occurred.

"It's sunny? It's sunny! Damn it, it's sunny!"

The sky, which had been shrouded in severe cold and snowstorms all day long, actually began to clear up at such a critical moment. This seemingly inconspicuous change in battlefield weather was enough for Walter, who was almost crushed to death by a swarm of Soviet tanks. It is of extraordinary significance and can even completely turn the tide of the war.

The bright sunshine that swept away the blizzard and the dark clouds overhead instantly seemed to shine into the deepest hope in my heart. The German Air Force, which had been suppressed by the bad weather at the airport, could finally be dispatched again!

As long as he has the full assistance of those sky war eagles, Walter, who has lost nearly twenty tanks in just a few minutes since the war started, thinks that he is absolutely sure to win back this seemingly lost battle. Victory, German armored forces with or without air force support can be said to be two completely different concepts.

It was exactly what Walter expected at this moment.

At the same time, at the frontline field airport dozens of kilometers away behind the Moscow front line, the German Air Force ground crews who pushed open the door and rushed out of the dormitory almost at the same time as the sky cleared were busy with their feet on the ground, waving all kinds of weapons in their hands. The scene of shoveling snow and clearing tools and working hard is nothing compared to the Soviet army digging trenches.

The still biting cold wind howled through the wide airport runway covered with thick snow and became even colder. It was in sharp contrast to the ground staff who were busy clearing the snow on the airport runway. A small group of The German pilots who were given an urgent mission and were about to fly their planes were gathering together on the runway, talking and laughing about the upcoming battle.

"Udet, this mission is to support the ground armored troops on the front line. The mission briefing said that they are now entangled with the Russian tanks and can't get away. It can be said that the ground is in chaos. You always have a bad eye. Okay, don't drop bombs on our own heads later, a 500 kilogram bomb can blow up at least four or five of those small tanks, I'm serious."

The German pilot who used his own ground armored troops as friendly forces as a target of ridicule seemed indifferent, as if he was discussing some after-dinner jokes. The Luftwaffe was so intense from the beginning to the end of World War II when the Third Reich collapsed. The sense of superiority is evident at this moment.

"Hmph, you kid still has the nerve to point at me here. I heard that the last time you were in Leningrad, you almost dropped a bomb on the heads of the unlucky infantry below. It was far enough away from the target. It's more than fifty meters off. Do you think Kastuka's great achievements are worth bragging about, or do you think you're driving one of those stupid Heinkel 111s?"

The German pilot who was ridiculed by his talkative comrade seemed to be very unfazed. Not to be outdone, he immediately blurted out a strong retort.

On the other hand, this German pilot who was scolded by his comrades did not take it seriously. After all, this kind of daily bickering was just a joke at best. If you really take it seriously, it shows that you are not gregarious with everyone. Can't play together.

He responded with a fleeting smile and then turned his head, focusing his vision on a comrade with the rank of lieutenant next to him. The playful smile on his face did not take the upcoming battle seriously at all. The young German pilot who was responsible for the incident spoke again.

"Hey, Rudel, why are you still acting like a mute without saying a word? You are just like one of those rigid armored soldiers, not like a member of our Air Force. We are about to take off later, why don't you hurry up now? Let’s chat, if we are shot down by those Russians, we may never see each other again.”

"Oh, damn it, Fred, can't you say something nice? Every time before you take off, you say what would happen if you were shot down by the Russians. Do you ever dream of going into a Russian prisoner-of-war camp to dig potatoes?"

He turned a blind eye to the "laughing and bickering" of his comrades beside him. Among the German pilots present, the lieutenant, who could be said to have the most outstanding record, seemed a little sleepy. The joking words that mentioned his name just now did not seem to matter. It failed to arouse the slightest interest in this dear man.