Chapter 621 Georgia (12)

The pungent smoke of gunpowder covered the sky, and the air was filled with a strong smell of oil and a hint of disgusting blood. The sea breeze blew, but it could not blow away the smell.

The sea was densely covered with aircraft wreckage, corpses, and Soviet pilots who were still struggling.

Max Bastian, standing in front of the glass window of the bridge, frowned and looked at a smoke-filled destroyer in the distance. This unfortunate destroyer was hit by three aerial bombs in succession. Although it was still floating firmly on the sea, it was basically no longer necessary to rescue it.

A staff officer came over to report. "Commander, this is the battle damage statistics."

Max Bastian ordered casually. "Read it."

"One destroyer was severely damaged, and the other seven destroyers and three light cruisers were damaged to varying degrees. A total of 75 people were killed, 53 were seriously injured, 81 were slightly injured, and 5 were missing."

Max Bastian nodded silently. At the cost of more than 200 casualties and a destroyer, more than 500 fighter planes were shot down, which is a good result and can be said to be a great victory. Of course, if the fighter planes of the own side participated in the battle, the casualties would be much less. "The Soviets should have more than 400 fighter planes left. I wonder if they will continue to attack."

"I don't think so. If they come again, it would be really stupid." The adjutant on the side asked. "Commander, how to deal with those Soviets who fell into the water?"

"..." After thinking for a while, Max Bastian ordered. "Save all the living people, but be careful of enemy submarines."

The Soviet Navy had 218 submarines before the war, which was the largest underwater fleet in the world at that time. Its number was twice that of the United States and nearly four times that of the German Navy.

Due to its geographical location, the Soviet Union could not compete for control of the ocean. The Soviet Union had free access to the high seas only in the Arctic Ocean and the Far East, but neither region had the conditions for the full deployment of naval infrastructure. The rest were closed seas, such as the Black Sea and the Baltic Sea. The Soviets believed that after the war began, their navy could destroy the enemy's submarine cables laid in these waters. The Soviet Union was unable to fight with German surface ships, and there was no prospect of fighting side by side with the British Navy, which had the largest fleet in the world, for a long time. Developing an underwater fleet was the only logical decision. Due to its relatively low construction cost, it can be built into a sufficiently powerful force to play an important role in the ocean battlefield.

In World War II, the Soviet submarine force also had certain achievements, but these achievements were overshadowed by the glory of the German wolfpack tactics and seemed to be unknown.

At this time, in the Sevastopol headquarters, Deputy Commander Gorshkov sat slumped in a chair with a dead face, as if he had lost his soul.

Three waves of aircraft groups, more than 500 fighters, plus the Black Sea Fleet, were completely wiped out! !

Gorshkov stretched out his trembling hand to open the drawer of his desk, took out his pistol, and stared at the black muzzle in a daze.

Commander Oktyabriski died early, and he might even be named a martyr. But he was responsible for the failure of this operation. Rather than being sent to Moscow for interrogation, it would be better to die at his post.

When he was hesitating whether to shoot, a shrill air defense alarm suddenly sounded over the base.

Gorshkov shuddered with fear, and the pistol in his hand fell to the ground. "What's going on?!"

A staff officer ran in in a panic and shouted. "Deputy Commander, it's a German attack plane!"

After waiting for two hours without seeing any follow-up attack from the Soviet army, Max Bastian simply sent an A-1 attack plane formation to attack various Soviet bases around the Black Sea, and ten of them flew over Sevastopol.

Gorshkov didn't care about suicide anymore and ordered loudly. "Quick! Take off the fighter jets to meet the enemy!" As soon as the words fell, there was a loud bang, and the entire headquarters trembled violently, followed by the second explosion, the third, the fourth...

The 10 A-1 attack aircraft that easily flew over the Soviet anti-aircraft artillery positions were divided into two formations, one formation went straight to the base airport, and the other formation went straight to the Black Sea Fleet headquarters.

A Yak-1 fighter on the airport runway was preparing to take off. The ground crew desperately shook the propeller. With a buzzing sound, two streams of black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe, and the engine finally started.

Pilot Sergei pushed the throttle to the maximum gear, and the plane began to slide slowly on the runway, but at this time Sergei had already seen several enemy planes in the distance attacking this side.

Quick, quick!

The plane is only valuable in the sky. When it is on the ground, it is an absolute live target. Sergei definitely does not want to be destroyed on the ground like this. He wants to take off!

The Yak-1 fighter was gliding faster and faster. Sergei held the joystick tightly, and the rudder at the tail was upward, pushing the airflow, trying to pry up the nose.

Unfortunately, the speed had not been reached yet, and he could not take off and fly.

Just when Sergei was extremely anxious, he saw flames under the wing of the leading enemy plane among the enemy planes.

The A-1 attack aircraft carried 12 rockets, each weighing 68 kilograms, which was a big guy. However, because it was an uncontrolled rocket, the accuracy was not very good. The A-1 attack aircraft pilot fired 6 rockets at the Soviet fighter that was about to take off.

Seeing these rockets coming, Sergei's pupils dilated instantly. He didn't expect the other party to have such a long-range weapon.

With a loud bang, a rocket hit the center of the runway not far ahead, creating a big crater. The second rocket was heading straight for him, and it was about to hit him. Sergei pulled the joystick helplessly, turned the nose of the plane, left the runway, and entered the grass on the side.

The plane slid quickly on the grass, and after a turbulence, the nose of the plane lifted up with difficulty, and then the entire fuselage left the ground. However, the plane seemed unwilling to abandon the ground, and fell again just after leaving the ground.

The turbulence of the plane made Sergei feel as if his whole body was about to fall apart, but he still held the joystick tightly and tried his best to stabilize the fuselage. After jumping a few times on the grass, a puff of black smoke came out of the engine, and then the roar suddenly became louder. The whole plane was like a fledgling taking off for the first time, shakily leaving the ground and flying into the air.

But before it climbed a few meters high, dense tracer bullets swept down from the sky and hit the wing of the Yak-1. The wooden wing was instantly torn apart by the 20mm cannon shells of the A-1 attack aircraft, and the aircraft lost its balance and fell to the ground.

Sergei, who had finally climbed out of the cockpit, could only watch in grief and anger as the five attack aircraft bombed the airport and then flew away.