Looking down at the earth, the endless green forest is like a carpet that can’t be seen. In the center of the green blanket, there is a burning city.

Countless black smoke columns soared straight into the sky from the city, and grey smoke burst out from time to time, whether in the city or the surrounding forests.

It is obvious that the city filled with smoke is its destination, Pustoshka City.

Garland was condescending and clearly saw more than a dozen planes hovering over the city. The smoke that burst out from the city was the masterpiece of these planes.

Looking at the altitude of those aircraft, they were only about one or two hundred meters away from the ground, exactly the same as the information collected by the Navy Aviation Command, the Russian Air Force was more accustomed to fighting at low altitudes.

Pulling the wrench and throwing away the secondary fuel tank, Garland clearly felt the fuselage lightening.

"Ehard, follow me," Garland shouted to Major Ehard, the wingman pilot, via radio.

"I'm always by your side," Ehard said.

Garland did not reply, but flew the plane quickly dived and rushed straight towards a Russian fighter jet painted with grass green paint.

With the help of the earth's gravity, Garland quickly narrowed the distance with the Russian fighter jet.

Until the distance measurement scale on the sight was displayed, the distance between the two sides was only 200 meters, and Garland could even vaguely see the red five-pointed star brushed by the other party's tail.

A slender stick-like object deep in the cabin window behind the Russian fighter jet, with balls of white smoke spewing from the top, as if the plane was holding a large lit cigar in her mouth.

Facing the stick-like object suspected to be a cigar, Garland was not careless at all, and he recognized it at a glance. The tailgate gunner of the Russian fighter plane was firing at him.

Pull the joystick. Garland's fighter jet narrowed the distance to 100 meters in the blink of an eye and quickly passed over the head of the fighter jet.

The moment the plane turned around, the mg17 machine guns on both wings of the fighter and the 20mm cannon on the head opened fire together, and the guns and shells hit the enemy plane like hail.

However, what surprised Garland was that he actually saw the machine gun bullets flying by the opponent's aircraft armor, and the expected honeycomb bullet holes and black smoke did not appear.

Behind him, Major Ehard's shooting results were better. The landing points of the guns and shells he fired started from the Red Five Stars in the enemy plane and extended all the way to the rear cabin of the aircraft. The cabin glass was shattered.

The bright red and dazzling blood flew out from the machine gunner's broken brain, dyed the cabin glass, and the smoke from the muzzle of the rear machine gun dissipated.

"Its back machine gunner is finished, we can kill it with confidence." Ehard shouted.

"Such hard armor, it must be the legendary Il-2. Only Il-2 has such thick armor." Garland shouted.

"I think it should be it, too," Ehard shouted.

"We'll blow up its oil radiator, just like the battle report sent by the brothers of the Air Force." Garland shouted.

Garland's troops did not participate in the war against the Soviet Union, but did not forget to collect information about the war against the Soviet Union.

According to the combat report forwarded from the Luftwaffe, he was no stranger to the models and performance of the commonly used fighter jets in the Soviet army, and soon tied the Soviet fighter jets in front of him to the information saved in his mind.

Reports forwarded by the Air Force show that the Soviet Air Force's Il-2 attack aircraft is famous for its rough skin and thick flesh, like a flying tank. Only the pilot's cockpit and the oil radiator under the fuselage are its most deadly weaknesses.

"Wait a minute, we're in trouble." Ehard's voice came from the radio, stopping Garland's dive again.

"There is an Ivan chasing me, it should be a MiG."

"Is he the only one? Then he's finished." Garland shouted.

Garland's voice had not completely dissipated in the radio. His fighter turned lightly and turned into a belly upward, with the cockpit down, and the nose pointed behind him.

The moment Garland flew over the plane, he saw Ehard's plane flying under his head like a meteor. There was also a fighter with a very long "nosed" flying over, and the red star at the tail showed the identity of the fighter.

The cockpits of German fighter jets are mostly in front of the middle or middle of the fuselage, but the cockpits of the Soviet fighter jets he saw are behind the middle. This layout looks like a person with a very long nose, which is extremely eye-catching no matter where he goes.

With a long nose, it must be a G-3, Garland quickly recognized the model of the enemy aircraft.

Completed a beautiful overturning action, Garland resumed his normal sitting position on his head and feet, and at this time the three planes had changed their positions.

Major Ehard's plane was in front, and Mir G-3 chased him, and Garland chased Mir G-3 again.

"You're too slow to run away."

Seeing that mysterious g-3 swaying left and right, trying to get rid of his pursuit, but to no avail.

Garland just steadily narrowed the distance between the two planes to more than 100 meters, and then shot dense guns and shells at the other side. It was not until the Mian G-3 sprayed black smoke from the tail and stopped chasing and turned to search for Ehard.

Ehard had already entered another battle at this time.

Don't think that flying low can escape, Ehad tightly clenched the tail of an Il-2 attacker.

Aware of the murderous intent of Ehard chasing behind him, the Il-2, who was targeted by Ehard, was lowered again, less than a hundred meters away from the ground, and wanted to get rid of Ehard with his excellent low-altitude performance.

Ehad steadily lowered the plane to a height of fifty meters, gradually narrowing the distance between the two sides.

Ehard knew clearly that in the other driver's mind, at a height that was almost only treetops, if he was a rookie pilot with poor skills or lacked mental quality, he would probably fall to the ground in a hurry to avoid the Il-2 rear-seat machine gun shooting, and there would be no time to react at all.

You have a good idea, but unfortunately I met.

Ehad ignored the harassment of the rear-mounted machine gun of the plane and just locked the enemy plane steadily until it was ninety meters away. It hit the enemy plane's oil radiator.

The enemy planes burst out with black smoke, dragging the strong flames and rushed into the depths of the forest on the ground.

Glance at the black smoke rising deep in the forest, Ehard shouted excitedly: "A victory point is obtained, well... it's snowing."

July is midsummer, so it will certainly not snow.

They floated in the air one after another, and Ehad mistakenly thought it was snowflakes and countless flyers.

White paper fur floated to the ground like heavy snow, and the ground mask was quickly covered with a layer of white.

The leaflets that fell from the sky brought the Iron Cross Act to the Forty-Six Panzer Army, and also brought a sense of restlessness to the hearts of all the officers and soldiers of the Forty-Six Panzer Army.

Forty-six Armored Army Headquarters. A captain and staff rushed out of the basement where the army head was, bent down to pick up the leaflets on the ground, and returned to the army head until they had a thick stack in their hands.

A moment later, General Schell held the flyer in his left hand and subconsciously touched his collar with his right hand, rubbing the Knight's Iron Cross that he received because of his good command and courage in the Battle of France.

"Is the Baron's Medal? More than 20% of the allowance. After this battle, there will be an extra silver oak leaf on it, which is for sure." Admiral Schell said confidently to the leaflet.

Almost everyone in the military staff were reading a leaflet around General Sher. The command center lost the noise of the past and showed a strange silence.

"It's not fair." Lieutenant Colonel Sinkel was the first to complain.

"This bill is unfair to our staff, as well as logistics, medical staff, in short, all those who are not fighting on the front line. According to this standard, even if we fight until the end of the war, it is unlikely that a staff officer can receive the Knight's Iron Cross unless we pick up our guns and rush to the front line to be an infantryman." Lieutenant Colonel Sinkel said.

"There is no injustice. The honor and power brought by the medal are proportional to the risks faced by the medal winners on the battlefield. You should pay attention to this. Moreover, when you look at the end of the leaflet, it has already shown that the bill is not perfect, and subsequent awarding standards for non-front combatants are being formulated. What we need to do now is to ensure that all officers and soldiers can know the content of the leaflet and inspire their fighting spirit." General Schell said.

After receiving the order from General Sher, the military headquarters immediately returned to its usual busyness. One by one phone call and another telegram was sent. Commanders of combat units at all levels in the Forty-Six Armored Military Theater received orders one after another, be sure to confirm that every soldier must see the leaflet and be familiar with the content of the Iron Cross Act.

In the east of Pustoshka City, on the position of the armed SS Empire Division, a two-person foxglove stretched out with one right arm, and casually touched two flyers that fell beside the foxglove and shrank back.

Two soldiers in the fox pit face to face, sitting on the ground with their backs against the fox pit.

The private on the left said: "I only have a second-level Iron Cross, and I have to have three to five heroic acts to get the first-level Iron Cross, and then the German Cross. The Baron Medal is too far away for me."

The private on the right said, "You have at least a second-level Iron Cross, I have nothing."

"There are many Ivans outside. It's easy for you to get medals. When they charge next time, you just need to kill twenty or thirty of them and capture an officer alive, and you will definitely be recommended to get medals."

Private folded the flyer and stuffed it into his pocket, and picked up the g42 semi-automatic rifle leaning against his arms.

"I can't wait for when the Ivans will launch an attack."

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In the north of Pustoshka, on the edge of the forest, an E-40 tank was parked among two pine trees, and the body of the car was filled with camouflaged pine branches.

A slight sound came from the turret.

"Are you a flyer? Everyone wants to see it? I understand, I'll do it right away."

The sound disappeared, the turret hatch opened, and a sergeant in a black armored soldier uniform jumped out of the turret, and just glanced at it and saw the white paper lying on the ground of the pine forest.

When the sergeant returned to the turret, he had already five more flyers in his hand.

Soon, there was an unconcealable scream in the tank.

"Why is this? Listen to the sound of cannons outside, there are so many Ivans waiting for us to eliminate them, why do we waste time here? If this continues, when will we gain military merits and medals?"

"Our mission is to be a reserve team. We will appear wherever the line of defense cannot stand, so... I can't wait to expect the Russians to break through our line of defense. Lord, please hear my prayers and fulfill my wishes."

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In the western suburbs of Pustoshka City, in the field hospital of the Forty-Six Armored Army, the Polish Governor Chen Dao, who loved soldiers, visited the wounded, said goodbye to the beloved eyes of the wounded, doctors and nurses, and left with four adjutants.

As soon as they walked out of the main entrance of the hospital, the five people looked up at the sky at the same time.

Captain Nietzsche reached out to grab a flyer that floated by him, looked down and walked towards the SDKZ251 armored vehicle next to him.

"What is this "Iron Cross Act"?" Major Bach also had an extra leaflet in his hand.

Ten minutes later, in the temporary residence of "Chen Dao" in the city center, five people led by "Chen Dao" sat around a rectangular table.

"This is unfair, it is discrimination against our Air Force and the Navy. Why is there no standard for awarding our Air Force and the Navy?" Major Bach said.

Captain Nietzsche smiled and said, "That's because only the army and the armed SS are surrounded here."

"Isn't there any Luftwaffe fighting above our heads? Even these flyers were thrown by the Luftwaffe at risk of his life on our heads?" Major Bach said.

Major Lorentz said: "I correct it. It is obvious that the fighter jets flying in the sky are He-100, and only the naval aviation corps are equipped with such fighters. I also want to ask, why are there no navy and air force? Are we not part of the German army and should not enjoy the honor and rights brought by the Iron Cross Act?"

Captain Nobel looked at Major Bach.

"Mr. Major, I solemnly make a request to you."

Captain Nietzsche followed and said, "Major Bach, I also have an individual application for you to approve it."

Major Bach glanced at the two of them with a sharp look and said in a stern voice: "I know what you think, I don't agree. Your duty is to protect our Governor. You are not allowed to go to the front line, don't even think about it."

Captain Nietzsche sat on the side, looking up at the ceiling at forty-five degrees, and raised his chin to Major Bach, "You know, our Lord is... You should understand what I mean."

Captain Nobel said: "If we can perform well in this battle, we may be able to obtain a new pair of epaulettes and our chests will not be empty anymore. Please approve us to pursue personal progress."

Major Lorentz spoke and said.

"In the war years, their rank of captains had been worn for too long, and we had no reason to stop them from pursuing progress. And with this bill, their hearts had already flown to the front line, so let them go."

Major Bach's eyes swept across two faces full of expectations, and after a long time, he squeezed out a sentence.

"be safe."

Captain Nietzsche and Captain Nobel cheered and stood up, rushed up and hugged Major Bach Lorenz with enthusiasm, and thanked him repeatedly.

After the two captains calmed down, "Chen Dao", who sat next to him, had not spoken, suddenly said, "Major Bach, I have a personal request, I hope you can agree."

Almost at the same time, eight gazes on four faces fell on his face.
Chapter completed!