Steel Soviet Union

A 92mm machine gun barrage composed of armor-piercing tracer bullets, armor-piercing bullets, and armor-piercing incendiary bullets arranged at intervals, poured out instantly with Rudel's thumb movement without hesitation.

With that bright light as if life was passing away, it hit the target less than 400 meters directly in front of it in a flash of lightning, tearing apart the skin of the machine as easily as a red-hot sharp knife piercing a cream cake. Drilled into the fuselage.

The 92 mm machine gun barrage that penetrated all the way from the chrysanthemum position on the tail of the aircraft and tore up the entire hollow fuselage was full of power. The steel protective back panel of the flight seat, which was only 8 mm thick, could not withstand the powerful power of the 92 steel core armor-piercing bullets. .

It is still enough to penetrate the 10 mm thick vertically rolled homogeneous steel armor at a distance of less than 400 meters. The 92 mm steel core armor-piercing projectile fired by Rudel effortlessly penetrated the entire flight seat protective back panel.

The densely packed rolling machine gun warheads, like wasps out of their nests, tore apart the flesh before they had time to react. The remaining 92 mm steel core warheads did not stop their rampage until they burst out of the chest. .

Originally, they were still flying fighter planes to relentlessly pursue a Stuka in front of them that was trying to escape. They were so focused on their target that they didn't even notice that the oriole had bitten its tail behind them. The pilot was shot by more than ten bullets and died tragically in his car without even having time to react.

The tumbling steel core armor-piercing warhead burst out from the chest and then hit the flight control instrument panel. The instrument panel, which was still pointing to various normal parameters, was shattered into pieces and began to spin wildly, connected to the aircraft. The front fuel tank of the first engine was punctured almost at the same time, and the jet-black fuel mixed with blood sprayed out from the puncture hole and instantly filled the entire cabin.

The Soviet pilot, whose head was hanging downward, was completely dead and no longer conscious. The instrument panel was completely destroyed and the fuel tank was penetrated. The MiG-3 lost control and fell straight to the ground like a wild goose that had lost its soul.

After succeeding in one blow, Rudel did not have any excessive nostalgia for his boastful achievement. His eyes, which were extremely cold and without any emotion at all, then turned his sight again and scanned the airspace around him. It was as if the object shot down was a big bird that had been hovering in the sky instead of an active Soviet fighter plane.

"Oh, hell! Rudel, you saved me, the head of state testified. Thank you so much, Lieutenant Rudel! That Russian MiG-3 just now almost tore my plane into pieces!"

Rudel, who accurately controlled the car in his hand, had just completed a detachment and turning movement, and then heard words of thanks from the radio. He was very familiar with this rather young and slightly immature voice. Rudel, who had just taught this young colleague to be careful about Russians, immediately replied softly.

"I told you to be careful of the Russians, Felix. Good luck never comes again, remember that."

Before he could finish his words after a brief reply, he saw with his own eyes that after his comrade was shot down, two Soviet MiG-3s came with full fury for revenge and suddenly attacked again.

"Damn German, pay with your life!"

Da da da--

Rudel, who had tightly grasped the joystick in his right hand and never let go from the beginning to the end, could not say that he had fully anticipated the moment of the blow coming from behind, but at least he was prepared.

Through the loud reminder from the self-defense machine gunner in the back seat, I had already predicted that the two MiG-3s that failed in one hit would definitely not give up and put their own lives in the hands of personal judgment and luck. Rudel faced the final moment of the judgment of fate with an extremely calm attitude.

"Damn Russian, get out of here, get out of here!"

Fortunately, although the self-defense machine gunner of Rudel's plane in the back seat was also full of fear of death, this young and excessively young machine gunner still knew what he should do and what he should not do at this moment.

The 92mm MG15 aviation machine gun held tightly in his hand was tightly squeezed and the trigger was frantically unleashing maximum firepower. The blazing tracer machine gun barrage was directed towards the two incoming Soviet MiG-3 fighter jets like a long whip. Sweep away.

Perhaps it was due to the instinctive desire of human beings to survive that there was an unavoidable timidity at the last moment, or perhaps it was just because the incoming tracer machine gun barrage briefly obscured the vision of the eyes and missed the target.

All in all, the two tail-biting Soviet MiG-3s that tried their best to expel the self-defense gunners after encountering Rudel's aircraft, without exception, missed the perfect opportunity to shoot down Rudel again.

Only this time, the machine gun barrage that swept upwards along the right side of the fuselage of Rudel's aircraft obviously caused greater damage. Apart from the cockpit glass and the skin of the fuselage, the Rudel aircraft had no protection. The self-defense machine gunner was shot several times on the spot. He let out a scream and accidentally let go of the MG15 self-defense machine gun. He immediately covered the wounds on his thigh and abdomen and screamed in surprise.

"Oh God! Rudel, Rudel, I've been shot! Blood, I'm bleeding! You have to find a way to save me, quickly!"

Rudel, who narrowly escaped without injury due to the steel bulletproof back panel between the rear seat self-defense gunner's seats, frowned as his ears were filled with the tragic and loud shouts of the rear seat self-defense gunner.

The previous round of strafing from the two Soviet MiG-3s not only killed his rear seat self-defense gunner, but also knocked off two control flaps on the vertical tail of the rear end of the aircraft. Rudel, who was still holding the joystick in his hand, could clearly feel that it was very difficult to turn the machine left and right. This situation was obviously not a good thing to praise when the fierce battle was going on.

"The emergency medical kit is under the seat of your butt. I can't help you now, Cole. You have to find a way to save yourself! Otherwise, no one can save you!"

Although he felt a heartfelt revulsion towards the excuse-like words from Rudel, the self-defense machine gunner, who knew that what Rudel said was true, had to rely on himself at the moment.

Rudel, who was separated by the flight seat in a back-to-back position, was unable to help the self-defense gunner in the back seat in the air. Everything was just as Rudel said just now, he took out the storage box located directly under the flight seat. Using the emergency medical kit in the tank to temporarily stop the bleeding and save himself was the only way for the poor self-defense machine gunner to survive.