Chapter 1099 Locking the target

After a moment of thinking and weighing, Wittmann, who didn't have much time for hesitation, made a choice: give priority to destroying those targets that were sure of him. At least doing so would not make his subsequent attacks in vain. .

"Don't hit that monster! Deal with other targets first, shoot at the front of their turrets, and fire!"

"Which one? Which one are you talking about specifically? In my eyes, Russians are everywhere!"

"Then fire everywhere! Hit whomever you want! Do it quickly!"

Wittmann, who was so anxious and angry that he was about to go berserk, really wanted to curse on the spot. The gunner, who was obviously emotionally unstable, immediately followed Wittmann's order to aim at the target and pull the trigger.

boom--

With a sound of gunfire, an 88mm full-caliber armor-piercing hooded projectile was ejected from the barrel, and the sharp whistling sound of the shell reverberated in the air, tearing and roaring.

The IS2 heavy tank, which was slowly moving forward, was unaware of the approaching danger. It had no idea that there would be such an exquisitely hidden tank so close to itself, behind that seemingly inconspicuous dilapidated wooden house. The tiger was peeping and staring at me.

The armor-piercing bullets that rushed forward smashed wooden boards and overturned fence posts. They continued to move forward as if they were not hindered by anything, heading straight towards the target not far away.

The perfectly positioned attack angle brought a successful result that penetrated the soul.

The armor-piercing projectile that entered from the armor on the right side of the turret left a gap larger than a fist and shot straight in. Before it could make any reaction, the IS2 heavy tank shuddered as if it had been slapped and stopped on the spot. , the burning flames that swallowed up every ray of space in the car body then spurted out from the turret roof.

It was certainly lucky to a certain extent that the corpses were not separated by the explosion of the ammunition, but the final result due to this luck was still not very good.

The armor-piercing projectile injected from the armor on the right side of the turret near the joint of the vehicle body, after successfully triggering the armor-piercing delay fuse, happened to be very close to the propellant and instantly detonated. The distance between the nearest propellant cartridge and the center of explosion was only Twenty or thirty centimeters away.

It was not a suicide but a propellant cartridge that was ignited on the spot and instantly sprayed out blazing orange-red high-temperature flames. The brightness of the flames was no less powerful than that of a high-pressure spray gun.

The closely arranged propellant cartridges one after another instantly triggered a chain effect like dominoes. The ignited propellant cartridge ignited the other surrounding propellant cartridges in just a moment, like a collective volcanic eruption. .

The three crew members who were in combat mode in the turret were the first to die at their combat positions. When they were enveloped by the ultra-high temperature flames ejected from the propellant cartridge, even the short-lived The struggle and pain didn't last more than a few seconds.

Any tank in combat status is like a mobile self-propelled ammunition fuel depot with a steel shell. However, the IS2 heavy tank that uses a large-caliber main gun has scattered ammunition all over the body. In fact, It is a bit too dense and dense compared to ordinary heavy tanks.

The wanton spray of flames was accompanied by astonishing high temperature and pressure. The IS2 heavy tank, which was originally in a closed state with the turret roof, could not withstand such huge pressure in a short time. The critical point of the internal pressure was maintained for less than a second. Then the top cover of the turret was finally sprayed open instantly.

No one saw anyone crawling out of the IS2 heavy tank, which was already like a volcanic hell. Not even the Pyro Man, whose whole body was on fire, saw a single person. As written in the song, the four heroic tank soldiers fell forever at the post where they had fought from beginning to end and could never go back alive to see those relatives who loved and loved them deeply.

Malashenko, who was rushing at the front, did not notice in time the scene happening next to him. The too limited and narrow field of vision of the commander and the battlefield scene with continuous artillery fire almost made Malashenko's battlefield recognition difficult. Kulbalov, who had reached the lowest point and was still closely behind Malashenko in the end, issued a warning.

"Comrade Brigadier, it's an 88 gun! There are also German 88 guns! I don't know if it's a tank or an anti-tank gun! They are attacking our tanks!"

The battlefield threat has always been the strongest on the ground. The 88 gun has become the primary object that must be listened to and identified. The caliber of the enemy's artillery can be distinguished through the decibel, frequency, and rhythm of the gun sound. This has almost become the most heavy-duty Stalin Guards. Key skills that every veteran of the tank brigade must master.

The sound of the 88-gun, which is very different from the sound of the 75-gun, is more like the sound of an iron bucket filled with water slamming against the wall, rather than the crisp sound of the 75-gun like smashing a wine bottle. Kulbalov, who was highly concentrated, was able to distinguish the sound of the cannon almost as soon as it sounded and marked it with certainty.

Realizing that he might have missed something, Malashenko immediately swung the commander's periscope in his hand. By chance, he found the target in his eyes without any calibration: two vehicles were aiming their muzzles at the black hole. Tiger tanks in your own direction!

Only the square heads of the two tigers were exposed on the slope, and the rest of the car body was almost entirely hidden on the reverse slope after the breakthrough. This is always the case for Germans who know how to take advantage of their advantages and hide their weaknesses, but this time This does not stop Malashenko from making it a priority target.

"Kurbalov, destroy those tigers! The target is behind the slope at 10 o'clock. The troops continue to advance, don't stop!"

It is impossible to explain all the details clearly in a short radio call. After all, this is a battlefield and not a military school classroom. How many layers of potential meanings are contained in Malashenko's brief order requires a lot of knowledge. Erbalov went to experience and understand it himself.

A total of six IS2 heavy tanks temporarily stopped charging due to Malashenko's order. The huge turret guided the black 122mm main gun muzzle, and it did not take long to accurately aim at the target and lock the enemy.

If you can't defeat the tiger, you can only bite the bullet and continue to charge. That is what the T34s of the medium tank brigade did yesterday. The IS2 carrying the 122 heirloom gun has no fear of these German sick cats who dare to take the initiative to provoke, and immediately Parking the car and killing it accurately is obviously the most correct choice at the moment.

"Aim, reload the main gun, quick, quick, quick!"

"Aimed!"

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"Fire!"

boom--

A burst of muzzle flash spread rapidly, followed by a deafening roar. Six armor-piercing bullets fired continuously within less than three seconds immediately hit the target.