Eight Hundred and Eighty-Three, That's the only Way to Do It.

Küchler glanced at his chief of staff and laughed. He walked to his desk, picked up a document, handed it to his old partner, and said: "I also know that relying on the pilots of the Air Force is too reluctant to deal with surface targets. I never sit 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 while reading it: "I heard that at the joint meeting of the armed forces half a month ago, several members of the Navy's logistics department The old guy also complained to the head of state, saying that our army's order has delayed their navy's military expansion plan."

"It would be weird if they didn't mention it." Küchler smiled. At his height, he was able to understand what the so-called war of arms meant, or what it looked like. It is obviously impossible for the armed forces of the land, sea and air force not to compete, but they cannot 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 compete, then naval aviation will never appear; if the air force and the army do not compete, how can there be a winning theory of the air force in the 21st century? But fighting too much, just like Japan's army and navy, has become the laughing stock of the whole world, and people can't see any positive meaning other than laughing.

"At a time like this, it's common practice to complain. Marshal Brauchitsch won't take it seriously, and Marshal Raeder won't care about it—everyone pushes out a few young people to quarrel, just to express their opinion to the Führer." After Hillel finished laughing, he said to his old partner: "Look at Marshal Raeder's reply, and you will know."

Sure enough, the content of the letter was about the cooperation between the army and the navy. The army officially invited the naval aviation unit to enter the Caucasus region for actual combat training, while the naval aviation unit trained its recruits in an environment closer to actual combat. It's a win-win for everyone, and you can also show a harmonious and cooperative attitude.

"That's great. Since the navy is willing to train in actual combat, let the naval aviation be responsible for the task of blocking the Volga River." After reading the letter, the chief of staff put the letter back on General Küchler's desk. My boss said: "The air force is covering the operation and ensuring the safety of the naval aircraft."

My old partner really got the hang of it. Before he said it, he thought of the good idea of ​​bringing in the Air Force. If there is a good thing, everyone will share it. This is a good foundation for cooperation.

Just when the two people in the headquarters were imagining that the air force was covering the naval aircraft for combat, the Naval Air Force's naval Stuka attack aircraft had already taken off under the cover of the air force fighter jets. The efficiency within the team has reached a terrifying level.

In the southern theater of the Eastern Front, it is not easy to see the old-fashioned Stuka dive bombers. Most of the ground attack aircraft units have been replaced with the Stuka 2, which is cheaper and easier to drive. attack aircraft. The remaining Stukas are only in use by the navy, servants and North Africa.

So when these scream,

When the Stuka dive bombers dived from high altitudes appeared, only some Soviet veterans recognized these once nightmares. They knew how close these planes could dive to the ground, and then accurately dropped the bombs on the matches on a target as big as a box. That might be an exaggeration, but that's what Soviet veterans say in private.

The Soviet ships ferrying back and forth did not know that their own disaster had come. In the past, when air strikes came, under the interference of anti-aircraft fire on both sides of the strait, the bombs dropped by the Luftwaffe bomber units often failed to hit the target. These pilots had no experience in similar attacks on surface targets. training, so they rarely hit those boats that come and go.

Because of this, when the German planes arrived, many ships, especially small boats, did not choose to evade, but continued to transport personnel and supplies under the rain of bullets. They had seen too many German air strikes and rarely hit the ships. record of.

"What is this? Is this a false target waiting for us to attack?" A pilot driving a Stuka flew sideways and asked the navigator behind him who was in charge of controlling the rear machine gun with a smile. Compared with the Atlantic bombing training they just experienced at the French base, it can be described simply. Compared with the stormy waves off the coast of France, the ships on the Volga River are nothing like fixed targets on the sea to naval pilots. different.

"Okay! Our ammunition load is limited! Start the dive attack! Then go back and replenish the ammunition." The navigator with one hand pressed on the machine gun shouted to the pilot behind him on the turbulent plane: "Pull up! I will cover you during this time, and try to keep the flight as stable as possible! If you encounter enemy anti-aircraft artillery attacks, record the location of the attack position. After returning to the flight, you must report to the guys in the Air Force."

"Okay!" Following this answer, the Stuka dive bomber pierced the air, let out that long-lost fierce howl, and dived towards its target. This long whistle sound has not been remembered on the battlefield for a long time. It has been so long that people have forgotten that there is such a terrible weapon that exists in the list of German weapons and equipment.

With a dive at an angle of nearly 50 degrees, the plane entered a high-speed and stable airflow. The German pilot easily pressed his bomb sight on a medium-sized Soviet ship, waiting for the red line on the bomb siren to reach the predetermined target. numerically.

In the terrified eyes of the Soviet soldiers on the ships on the Volga River, it seemed that a goshawk swooped down from the clouds. When the German dive bomber was about to hit the river, it quickly pulled up and dropped the deadly bomb on the ground. The deck of the Soviet ship - hit the target just right, to the desperation of all those on the Soviet ferry.

The second Stuka did not keep the Soviets waiting for long. The Soviet soldiers on the river were still watching a ship in the distance shoot up huge flames, broke into two pieces and sank to the bottom of the river, and were feeling terrified. At that time, the second Soviet ship also exploded and quickly entered the water and sank.

"Quick! Contact the comrades in the air defense force! Something is wrong with the German planes! These planes are not the original planes!" A Soviet commander standing on the river bank pointed to the German planes that were circling and descending in the sky, and then dived and dropped bombs. He shouted loudly to his subordinates: "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. Although the German planes in their impression were fast, their bombs were not accurate. This is why they dared to stand here on the bank of the river preparing to cross the river after the air defense siren sounded.

But now, they saw the changes in the German planes, the friendly troops struggling in the river, and the sinking ships, which proved to them a terrible fact-these German planes were not the original ones, and their attacks The threat is at least several times higher than before.

After pulling up the Stuka dive bomber, the pilot drove his beloved plane around in a circle. During the training, he had to avoid the defensive artillery fire simulated by friendly anti-aircraft destroyers. The dense fire net intertwined like hell frightened him. This was his first time participating in actual combat, and he felt that at least in this battle, the enemy's air defense force was no different from a child's play.

He continued to fly his plane and began a second round of dives. This time his target was an open boat full of Soviet soldiers preparing to cross the river to join the battle.

Without unnecessary movements, he aligned the nose of his plane at his target, and the front sight in the sight was firmly set above the target. He slightly adjusted his flight trajectory, and then moved his sight out A rich amount of early strafing.

Then he pulled the trigger of his own fire, and a volley of machine-gun shells slammed into the river, sending up a tall jet of water. Then the drainage column began to extend towards the small boat, quickly shooting into the crowd on board, blood splashed like mist, tracer bullets shuttled among the flesh and bones, and finally left a hole bigger than a bowl in the bottom of the boat.

When Stuka got up, the navigator in charge of covering behind operated his own machine gun and fired at the sound of the second round of attack. Before they could react, the Soviet soldiers who wanted to get up from the corpse did not expect the second wave of attacks to come so quickly. Many people were shot and fell down, lying with other pieces of meat.

Blood spread from holes in the boats, staining the nearby Volga river red. Originally, the ship was densely packed with soldiers, but now only a dozen people were left crying. They were scared out of their wits by the bloody scene in front of them, and they also had a very intuitive impression of the war they were about to experience.

"A unit of an infantry regiment is crossing the river. I think this infantry regiment is almost finished." The Soviet commander standing on the bank was helpless about what happened on the river. Ordering the rest of the division to continue crossing the river, he just stood on the edge of the river and muttered, as if mad.

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

"Arrange the transportation after nightfall. After all, it is not realistic to compete for air supremacy and air defense." He sighed and said, "Reduce shipping at dawn. This is the only way to do it."