Chapter 1111 Their weapons

The German tanks were approaching, and Major Varosha had no time to linger in the horse circle any longer. After telling him that he must make good use of this semi-disabled anti-tank gun, he immediately ran out of the horse circle. .

"The Germans are coming! Comrades, prepare to fight and obey my orders!"

Captain Oleg, who was temporarily assigned command by Major Varosha, held the captured MG42 tightly in his hand and issued an order, reminding the surrounding soldiers that the last moment was coming.

Long before he became a grassroots commander, Oleg was already an excellent machine gunner. Even now that he has become a company commander, he more often prefers to fight with a machine gun that is more convenient for him. On the contrary, The Bobosha carried on the back is more like a backup weapon.

Oleg relied on the visual distance he could see with his naked eyes and was considering whether to fire immediately and give the Germans a shot first.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Major Varosha, holding a Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, jumped into the trench and came to Oleg's side. He slightly raised his head and glanced in the direction of the German attack, and then spoke. Voice.

"There is an anti-tank gun left by the Germans in the horse pen. It is an 88 gun. It may be the latest weapon we just encountered!"

The sudden news made Captain Oleg a little stunned. He blinked at Varosha and then answered.

"Left by the Germans? Why did they leave such an important weapon to us? Can it still be used? It can't be broken, right?"

"You are indeed right. It is indeed broken. But fortunately, the damage is not too serious. One wheel is almost scrapped, but it can barely turn. A squad of soldiers is operating it in the horse pen, waiting for the Germans When they are about to rush up, they will suddenly open fire and catch these Nazis off guard. Just wait and see, we will use the German weapons to deal with themselves! "

Using the Kraut's weapons against themselves is something that just sounds like "this is awesome!"

Don’t the Germans always brag that their German technology is number one in the world? The weapons created are praised as the most powerful in the world.

Well, now let you Germans experience for yourself what the war machine you have created tastes like. Whether it is the anti-tank gun or the machine gun that fires like tearing linen cloth, the more ferocious the weapon hits the Germans, the more Oleg, who felt a sense of accomplishment and was already very excited just thinking about it, couldn't help but smile at Varosha.

"We will kill those Germans hard! Just like Comrade Brigade Commander said, let these pig heads know whose territory they are on now!"

The powerful diesel engine was roaring, and the inside of the tank was extremely turbid, filled with the smell of smoke, sweat, engine oil, and gunpowder burning residue.

But even so, the four big smokers in the car, including Malashenko and even Kirill, were still puffing away.

Before the war is about to begin, it is an old tradition for the No. 177 crew to smoke a cigarette. According to Malashenko, you never know whether this cigarette will be the last one in your life. There was no chance or chance to smoke again.

The four brothers smoked together what might be their last cigarette in life. Even if their armor was penetrated and their ammunition exploded in the battle, and they all died, the regret in the end would not be as strong as if they were not mentally prepared.

"Seryozha, hand me the cannonball behind your butt, and I'll take it over here."

From being a non-smoker to a man who now smokes and blows vodka directly into the bottle, Kirill, who has walked out of the ivory tower of the university, has long said goodbye to his favorite music scores and musical instruments, replaced by endless cannonballs and Shouted reloading complete over and over again.

Today, Kirill has no regrets about his choice.

In his own words, the German guy has left no stage where he can play with all his heart and bring people peace and happiness. He wants to pay tribute to the contemporary life and farming and working people in this land, and to himself. How can we agree to the subjugation of the motherland, the annihilation of the race, and the perversion of racism? no way!

Musical scores and musical instruments cannot save the motherland in dire straits. Taking up arms and fighting the evil Fascist invaders to the end is the only way out.

From being tender-skinned and gentle, to being unshaven and filthy now, Kirill's transformation has been seen and remembered by all his comrades in the car.

Iushkin, who needs tacit cooperation with Kirill the most, often jokes, saying that Kirill looks like a man now, a man wearing a tank uniform, instead of when he first came to report, when he even had to smoke a cigarette. Ke Laijiao, just like a little girl limping out of bed the day after her wedding night.

"Here you go, pick it up! Ugh, this thing is so heavy!"

The propellant cartridges placed behind the fuel tanks on the left and right sides of the front end of the chassis are not very convenient for loading.

This position is a bit too far away from Kirill, who is the loader. He needs to bend down and crawl to the side of the fuel tank, then take the 122 shell launcher into his arms, and then straighten up and move it to the turret. Putting the breech into the breech, the whole process sounds very tiring and laborious.

Kirill, who already has his own set of reloading experience, likes to be prepared before the war begins, placing shells within his reach for reloading and speeding up at any time. Therefore, as the driver, he is located at the front of the chassis of the car body. Seryosha became Kirill's good helper.

He took the propellant cartridge handed over by Seryosha with both hands and held it in his arms. Kirill, who actively retracted his body and returned to the turret, placed the propellant cartridge by his hand and raised it vertically to make sure it was securely placed. At the same time, he was also speaking out to his main partner, Iushkin.

"What shell do you want for the first shot? Iushkin."

Iushkin, who was doing the final adjustment of the gun scope while aiming at the moving German tank target, did not look back and was busy with his own work while replying.

"Armor-piercing bullets! I want to move the head of the Leopard in the lead!"

The breech block of the turret was already open, and Malashenko, who took the initiative to help without Kirill having to say anything, turned around, opened the lock and removed an ammunition rack from the rear end of the turret behind him. A huge and thick 122 mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile. Before Kirill could pick up the propellant barrel, he turned around and stuffed it into the breech of the gun.

"That's almost it. Get ready to watch those German guys ascend to heaven."

Before Malashenko finished speaking, the SU152 self-propelled artillery that had already taken a stance on the battlefield behind him and made full final preparations once again raised its elevation angle and fired fiercely, just as expected in the plan.