Chapter 1118 Looks like MiG 25

The heavy turret is driven by the electric steering gear to aim the muzzle at the target at full speed. The heavy and huge IS6 heavy tank has switched to the maximum gear and is reversing at full speed. But even so, it still couldn't match the speed of the three SS medium tanks that pressed the accelerator pedal to the bottom.

The three SS medium tanks in high-speed racing were also turning their muzzles crazily, trying to aim at the target in advance while traveling at high speed, and be ready for the upcoming fire.

Unfortunately, the Panther D-type tank, which was produced earlier than in the existing historical timeline, not only inherited all the weaknesses it should have, but also added many new problems, and the existing problems were worsened.

"Steering machine! The handwheel can't move. This thing is stuck again!"

"Shut up! If you have time to talk nonsense, why not think of a solution quickly!"

"Smash it! Smash the handwheel with your fist, fast, fast, fast!"

The Panther tank that was leading the charge seemed to have some unforeseen glitches.

The gunner, who had been desperately shaking the hand wheel of the steering wheel, suddenly found that he had to stop the hard work that was about to dislocate his arm. The hand wheel, as if it was stuck to death with cement, remained motionless no matter how much force he exerted.

The anxious commander was shouting loudly, and the sweating gunner was gritting his teeth and using all his strength to try to get the damn handwheel to move again quickly, even if there was no work at hand for the moment. The loader was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and it was recommended that the gunner hit it hard with his fist to get the damn handwheel to work again.

The Panther at the front was also the one closest to being able to fire at Malashenko. The mechanical failure of the chain at the critical moment bought precious time for the opponent. It relied on the precise operation of the electric steering wheel while reversing. Iushkin, who was in charge of the operation, finally took the initiative and aimed the muzzle at the target.

"Seryozha, keep the speed! We are about to fire!"

"I know, do what you have to do!"

The deliberately leveled position should have been relatively flat, but a German air raid earlier had blown it up like the surface of the moon. The areas with the worst terrain will have craters of different sizes every few meters. If you want to shoot accurately under such conditions, it will not only test Iushkin's gunnery as a gunner, but also test Xie as a driver. Liao Sha level.

Iushkin no longer had time to wait for Seryosha to stop the car and then swing the muzzle back to a static state. Such a set of operations would take at least four or five seconds. In such a seemingly insignificant amount of time, Stop reversing, and it is very likely that the lives of all the people in the car will be ruined in a situation of one versus three.

Iushkin had no choice at this moment. He could only believe that his gunnery skills and Seryosha's superb driving skills could work together tacitly. When it was impossible and unrealistic to stop immediately, the only option was to keep reversing at full speed and fire on this uneven and uneven position. This was the only and no other option.

The gun scope of Peeping the Leopard in the Pipe has firmly trapped the first layer of the secret scale on the Black Panther. Many times of fighting experience has made Iushkin know that the 122 heirloom in his hand has a huge impact on the Black Panther's body. All can achieve no dead angle breakdown.

At this moment, the Black Panther had his entire flank exposed and facing himself. What else could be said about such a perfect shooting angle? It would be weird if one shot didn't blow up the stupid German guy's head.

"Death! Hitler's dog!"

The Panther moved forward faster than his reverse speed. To be on the safe side, Iushkin did not choose to track and shoot. Instead, he chose the final window point for firing at the front end of the Panther's body. Almost It is directly above the guide wheel.

The right hand that had been holding the firing lever on the side of the breech block suddenly exerted force. The firing pin of the breech block violently hit the propellant primer, releasing hot and high-temperature chemical energy, and instantly ejected the armor-piercing projectile that was waiting at the front position. The muzzle came out.

The terrifying muzzle blast shook the grassland under the muzzle brake. From when Iushkin was sure that he had locked the final shooting window to when he pulled the lever and fired until the projectile finally hit the target, the time difference of just over a second was completely based on experience. Rich Iushkin expected.

The Panther, which maintained a high-speed forward charge, was struck in the center of the vehicle by a 122mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile. The speed difference between the attacking and the attacked party ultimately caused such a result.

If Iushkin had just directly selected the shooting window in the center of the vehicle body, the impact point after the lever was fired and the final hit was most likely at the power compartment of the Black Panther's butt. In this way, it may only paralyze the Black Panther but not cause the bright flames of the ammunition explosion, which is not good for Iushkin personally.

A single shot just knocked the German down but was not dead. This was not the final result Iushkin wanted.

Iushkin hated these scumbags to the core and just wanted to see them die! The best outcome would be to die with no scraps left, and to be roasted until you can't even find ashes! Only the SS who are dead and not even a scumbag is left is a good SS.

The hooded armor-piercing bullets that screamed through the air were the first to blow away the steel skirt hanging on the outermost side, and the track pads that lay across the trajectory of the ballistic path were also unable to provide any resistance.

Like a red-hot razor cutting through melons, vegetables and butter, the hood-piercing projectiles successively broke through multiple interception obstacles, and finally smashed into the Panther's extremely fragile side armor.

The whole vehicle's protection level was passable only from the front. The Black Panther could not withstand such a heavy blow. After one shot penetrated, the entire vehicle looked like a swaying drunkard. It stopped and continued forward with its head tilted. Rush a few meters.

The expected German space shuttle that killed people did not happen, but a more colorful scene emerged in front of us.

The commander of this Panther in combat status did not close the turret roof above his head. The blasting power of the 122-hood armor-piercing projectile warhead charge was mixed with the strong ammunition detonation impact, and the ultra-high pressure was instantly released. The Wave of Flames has the best pressure relief point of the unclosed turret roof.

The Panther tank, which was completely detonated by ammunition, still maintained its intact shape when it was alive, but its interior had actually become a flaming hell of rolling flames.

Even the half-closed and unlocked turret roof was forcibly lifted off by the terrifying high-pressure flames and fell several meters away. Orange-red flames spurted out from the turret along the roof opening. The scene was comparable to the MiG-25 turning on the afterburner!

Of course, only Malashenko, who is witnessing this scene at this moment, knows what the MiG-25 is.