Chapter 1042 The Death of the Leopard (Part 2)
A puncture wound the size of a bowl was left in the sloping armor plate on the front of the solid car body. The raging fire inside the car was like a tongue from hell licking the world, straight out from the puncture wound the size of a bowl. Spraying and radiating hot heat.
The remains of the Black Panther D's chassis, which turned into a headless corpse, were almost torn apart from the inside out by the ammunition explosion. The extremely strong impact of the explosion even caused the suspension torsion bars to fly out from the walking structure, carrying the load with it. The wheels were stuck upside down in the ground more than 20 meters away, like tombstones.
It was not only Malashenko's brigade commander's car that sprayed violent fury at the enemy, but also Lavrinenko's car and Kulbalov's car that came at full power.
The three IS6 heavy tank prototypes that were the first to rush to their own positions and rushed to their aid showed no mercy, using their almost indestructible solid frontal armor to withstand all direct fire from the Fascists.
Bullets and artillery shells had no effect on the steel body standing tall on the position. The flying sparks and ricochet projectiles that shot straight into the sky or were planted in the soil on the spot destroyed the confidence of the German armored troops again and again. It's like worthless shit being stepped on, rubbed and trampled on the soles of your feet.
The German armored soldiers, whose originally frightened faces were gradually filled with despair, discovered that although these Russian heavy tanks with astonishingly large main gun calibers took a very long time to reload, the reloading time required to fire one shot was enough for their own side to fire two cannons, or even It's three guns.
But only this terrifying power, which is so terrifying that it can make recruits pee their pants, is something that all German armored vehicles on the battlefield at this moment cannot face head-on.
Every time a loving father roars, a poor leopard must be slaughtered.
What caused endless fear to the German armored soldiers was not just death, but the extremely miserable and fragmented state after death.
Not one of the Panthers destroyed by those three Russian monster tanks had a complete corpse. Their heads were separated, the body of the vehicle was directly blown into pieces, and even the entire front armor plate of the entire welded vehicle body was killed by astonishing ammunition. The force of the explosion directly caused the welds to explode into several pieces.
All that was left was the twisted and deformed remains of the Panther tank with its big mouth open. In the scorching flames, it turned into a steel coffin that provided professional one-stop services to the German armored forces. Unfortunately, it lacked a few strong men. The strong black uncle came to carry it.
Germany's elite soldiers were not afraid of death, and the SS, who flaunted themselves with their fanatical impression of the Führer, were the tramplers of death.
However, such a miserable scene after death will more or less have a subtle psychological impact on the SS armored soldiers who may have to follow the road in the next second.
The sudden death of Assault Group Captain Schleheim did not bring a hasty end to this offensive operation.
On the contrary, the group of SS armored soldiers who lost their leader became even more crazy and hysterical. Like berserkers stimulated by blood, they turned on their horsepower and began to rush towards the Soviet positions.
"If your shells can't penetrate the Russian tractors, it can only mean one thing: your tanks are not close enough to the Russians!"
Captain Schleheim has become an ancient man. He died under the fierce bombardment of his loving father. Not even a scum was left. However, the words he taught during his lifetime are indeed still in the hearts of his subordinates. At this last moment, plays a vital leading role.
"Keep attacking, don't stop! We are about to win. Rush to the Russian position and open a hole for the infantry. Hurry!"
The person who took over the command was a Waffen-SS commando captain. He was the survivor with the highest rank second only to Schleheim among all the existing vehicle crews. He was a company-level commander of an armored company under the Totenkopf Division. The name is Steiner.
It only took less than three minutes for the three Russian monsters to suddenly rush out of the way and cross paths, but in this short period of less than three minutes, one of the veteran-level armored soldiers of the Skeleton Division was also Steiner has already noticed his opponent's first weakness.
"The caliber of the Russian's main gun is too large, similar to the previous KV2! It takes a long time to load. Speed up and rush over. Seize the firing position before they finish loading. Listen to my command!"
It is completely contrary to the fact that the caliber ratio of one's own main gun is pulled and pulled like a bamboo pole. When the Russians face insufficient armor-piercing firepower, the solution is crude and effective, just increase the caliber of the main gun.
I still remember my jaw-dropping expression of astonishment when I first saw the Russian moving a giant toilet. Steiner, who had already rushed to a close enough distance and could roughly determine the caliber of the opponent's main gun with his naked eyes and experience, knew that the Russians This is another time that they have directly increased the caliber of their tank's main gun without any scruples.
And just like the previous big toilet KV2, no matter how strong the Russian guy's body is, loading such a huge cannon on a tank is definitely not an easy job.
Relying on the extremely strong maneuverability of the car under his hip, Steiner was sure to rush to a close enough distance before the Russian guy facing his position fired the next time, and then immediately stopped and tried to find a way to get to the Russian guy. A shot from the side, no matter how thick the armor is, there is absolutely no tank that cannot be penetrated by the side!
"The Russian turret is moving, it's moving! Steiner, you'd better give the order quickly!"
The gunner, who was so nervous that his right hand was trembling, screamed heartbreakingly for a moment, and Steiner, who had beads of sweat as big as soybeans rolling down his forehead, also witnessed this scene. He knew that the time left for him would start from this moment. It's already the final countdown from the beginning, and victory or defeat only depends on one's final decision.
"parking!"
"15 degrees to the right, aim the main gun, and fire at the side of the Russian! Kill him!"
The Panther D-type tank, which had its accelerator depressed, rolled up a burst of grass and mud instantly under the driver's emergency braking. The heavy 46-ton vehicle almost stopped in a drifting state while swaying violently. The vehicle originally remained intact. The muzzle of the main gun on the same heading was just 15 degrees to the right of the Russian monster.
Steiner, who was experienced and well-coordinated, correctly guessed the angle of fire after the emergency brake, and gave him the order to rotate the turret in advance, which bought him the last precious time.
The Russian's monster turret does not rotate very slowly. It does not match the bulky-looking body at all. It even gives people a visual effect that is much faster than that of the Black Panther D, but Steiner has no time to do it at all. Consider whether this is your own illusion.
Life and death depended on this one shot. Seeing that the side of the Russian monster's turret was no longer completely sideways after turning its direction, the gunner facing him did not hesitate. If he didn't seize this last chance, he would die. The person you want will definitely be yourself, there is no second possibility, and the trembling right hand that pulls the trigger only takes a moment.
boom--
call out--
Ding-ding——
"There was no ricochet! We hit it! It hit the side of the Russian turret. Oh my god! What kind of monster is this!!!"
The flattened turret protection covered by a full 150 mm of physical thickness armor completely withstood this heavy blow that was fatal to the IS2.
The remaining body of the 75mm full-caliber armor-piercing hooded projectile fell at the feet of the tracks of this ferocious steel beast.
The turret side armor of the IS6 heavy tank withstood the test at a distance of 200 meters. It firmly carried the armor-piercing projectile with an impact angle of more than 50 degrees, and it also completely swallowed up all its flight kinetic energy and chewed up the armor-piercing projectile. The quilt cap was shattered, the projectile body was knocked crooked, and the projectile fuse that was not successfully triggered was destroyed by the irregular arc armor.
The moment the gunner stopped turning the hand wheel with the electric steering gear, Lavrinenko, who greatly admired the courage and superb skills of these Germans, finally showed a sinister smile on his lips that indicated the final outcome.
"Go to hell and serve the Nazis, Krauts!"
The black cannon's muzzle sprayed out hot and scattered firelight. The huge overpressure of the muzzle instantly made a shallow crater in the lawn directly under the barrel. For a moment, I felt that the time in this world was slowing down. Knowing that everything was over, Captain Steiner closed his eyes.
"Goodbye, Greta"
