Chapter 1043 Leopard Head Cries

Steiner's death immediately following Schleheim could be regarded as predictably ringing the death knell for this wave of Skeleton Division's offensive troops.

But what Lavrinenko, Malashenko and Kulbalov didn't expect was that this wave of die-hard SS fanatics who had lost almost half of them still had no intention of retreating. The remaining seven black tanks The Panther tanks, supported by almost the same number of Panzer IV tanks, continued to kill, followed closely by the SS infantry who shouted fanatically.

"These Germans, if they want to die, let them die! Keep firing and hit the Germans' leopards first!"

Malashenko, who was busy observing the battlefield situation and issuing orders, had no time to help Kirill load the ammunition. Kirill, who was the thinnest among the entire vehicle crew, seemed to be struggling extremely hard. Every time he picked up the projectile and launched it, The medicine cartridges would make Kirill, who already had impaired lung function, blush and have difficulty breathing.

"Can you still hold on? Kirill!"

Sensing that something was not quite right, Malashenko asked, and the answer was Kirill's unhesitating and firm voice.

"No problem, Comrade Commander!"

Although he said this, the physical exertion was obvious.

It took a lot of effort to move the 122 mm full-caliber hooded armor-piercing projectile onto the breech. Kirill, who didn't even have a chance to take a breath, bent down again and placed the prepared bullet at his feet. He picked up the propellant cartridge, held it in the middle with his left hand, clamped it with his right elbow, and sent all the projectiles together with the propellant into the barrel with one move.

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"Die, you bastard lackey!"

Click——

boom--

Iushkin's right eye was fixed on the target through the sight of the main gun in front of him. Almost as soon as the clear sound of the closing sound of the breech block came, he pulled the firing lever of the main gun without hesitation. .

The majestic burning chemical energy of the propellant surged violently in the gun barrel. The armor-piercing projectiles that were ready to be fired were sent out of the gun barrel with a burst of muzzle trembling, and rushed straight towards the gun with a terrifying scream that could tear the air. The target was already less than two hundred meters away.

The courage of the Skeleton Division is commendable, but the reality of war is cruel and merciless.

A Panther D-type tank painted in summer yellow-green striped camouflage was hit by a 122 armor-piercing projectile in the center of the gun mantlet. The 100 mm semi-curved gun mantlet simply could not withstand such a ferocious and heavy blow.

The 122mm armor-piercing projectile carrying strong launch kinetic energy penetrated the gun mantlet armor, broke the internal beam supporting the gun mantlet, and detonated the warhead charge in an instant under the action of the armor-piercing delay fuse that operated smoothly.

At the last moment before the flames of death enveloped them, the three SS armored soldiers in the turret, whose faces seemed frozen, were still shouting loudly, as if they were making their last effort for the victory that was already within easy reach.

boom--

After a mighty loud noise, there was no longer a Panther D tank with 108 painted on the side of the turret.

Instead, there was a pile of steel wreckage that was torn into pieces by the violent explosion, with all types of ammunition loaded throughout the vehicle and most of the remaining gasoline fuel. The chaotic and messy scene is not even enough for people to distinguish. There once stood a Panther D-type tank, a masterpiece of German military industry.

At the origin of the blast center where the smoke had cleared, there was no trace of the struggle or survival of the unknown SS armored soldiers, not even a piece of blackened and burnt meat.

The most terrifying thing about the 122 gun is not the amazing armor penetration depth due to the huge chamber volume, but that once the armor is penetrated by the 122 gun, it definitely means death. There is no way to install a warhead of this caliber. Room to survive the medicine.

The powerful 122 cannon can hit a Black Panther with one shot, which is very enjoyable, but the extremely long reloading time is enough to make the waiters anxious and helpless.

For example, Malashenko once again helped Kirill reload because he couldn't bear the long reloading.

"Go get the propellant and leave the projectiles to me! Quick!"

Kirill, who received the order from Malashenko, did not dare to neglect, and immediately bent down on the spot to stand up the propellant cartridge that was lying flat and put it into his arms.

Malashenko, who reached out to open the fixing clamp of the ammunition rack at the rear of the turret, had just put the heavy projectile into his arms. Before he could turn around and stuff it into the breech block, the Germans' useless struggle followed. .

Ding-ding——

call out--

"One o'clock on the right front! The Kraut's leopard is shooting at us!"

"Aim for it! It will be reloaded soon, don't worry!"

Knowing that the more anxious he is, the less likely he is to mess up his position, Malashenko continued to be methodical, holding his breath, and almost at the same time as Kirill, who straightened his back, they carried the things in their hands to the breech.

call out--

Boom——

A sudden burst of screams that broke through the air from far to near passed by the car. The Panther tank, which had stopped again and was preparing to shoot, seemed like a drunkard. The car had not stopped moving. Suddenly, a burst of fiery and violent core energy burst out, and the small head turret on the car body was immediately launched into the sky like a rocket.

However, even so, the headless car body that failed to step on the brakes in time still burst into flames and rushed forward for a distance of seven to eight meters before stopping. It is conceivable that the accelerator pedal of the car was stepped on. How fast is the Black Panther?

If it hadn't been for this sudden attack on the spot without any warning, Iushkin, who watched helplessly as his opponent was killed, estimated that he might have destroyed the opponent at a distance of thirty meters or even closer.

However, both Iushkin, who was holding the firing lever, and Malashenko and Kirill, who were holding projectiles and propellant in their arms, were surprised that this black car was coming towards them. What the hell was Leopard blown up by?

There is no need for anyone to explain the answer; the reality will naturally be revealed quietly by the passage of time.

When the three IS6 heavy tanks, the fastest in the entire brigade, rushed into the position and began to approach and direct fire to support the infantry defense, the slower IS1 and IS2 heavy tanks finally rushed in at the last moment and killed Entered the battlefield.

The addition of the Stalin Guards' 1st Heavy Tank Brigade was the last straw that broke the Skeleton Division's coordinated attack with infantry and tanks.

Facing the Russians' new heavy tanks that continued to join the battle like a flood, the armored soldiers of the Skeleton Division, who did not know what fear was, finally woke up from a dream until this time.

It turns out that these Russians don’t just have three monsters.

But, it was already too late.