Chapter 1174

There has never been any weapon or equipment in this world that is truly invincible. Every weapon has corresponding weaknesses that can be restrained from the beginning.

Just like Malashenko's No. 177 IS6 heavy tank, it is almost indestructible and indestructible at the same time. It has fought through all the obstacles and knocked down many German tanks until now, but even so far, a truly invincible weapon is not the same concept.

The more battles you experience, the greater the chance of overturning. This is the same as "if you often walk by the river, your shoes will not get wet."

The SS tanks, which were charging wildly and fighting left and right, had broken through the defensive position. Malashenko, who insisted on fighting, was commanding his vehicle, reversing within the allowed range and trying to keep a distance from the enemy and not get close.

But just the next second after Malashenko ordered the car to reverse, Malashenko, who was habitually swinging the commander's periscope in his hand to observe the surrounding situation and identify whether there was a high-threat target approaching, suddenly saw something A Black Panther appeared out of nowhere and suddenly appeared behind a dilapidated house only twenty meters away from his car.

The audio positioning in the game was impractical and useless on the battlefield. Malashenko's ears were filled with the sound of gunfire and the roar of diesel engines. It was only then that he finally realized his negligence. Carelessness caused the Panther tank to successfully approach such a dangerous distance before being discovered. A loud emergency order was naturally inevitable.

"Turn the turret right. There is a German Panther charging towards you at one o'clock! Kill it first!"

Although Malashenko has tried his best to make up for his mistakes with the fastest reaction

However, luck will eventually run out, and Malashenko's emergency order came too late.

boom--

Ding-ding——

Click, click, click——

"Damn, there's something wrong with the sound! We're in big trouble!"

The weapon in their hands is like their lover to the soldiers on the battlefield, and every detail of her is always cherished in the hearts of the veterans. Just like if you love a girl well, you will be reciprocated in return. A weapon that is carefully maintained and cared for will reward the veterans who use it with the best performance. This has always been the case.

The concussive sound of an armor-piercing bullet hitting the car was heard instantly. The first person to realize that the sound was definitely not right was Iushkin, and immediately after Iushkin's roar came Seryosha's words again. Worse than bad news.

"The right track has been destroyed! We can't move, comrade commander!"

The 75mm full-caliber hooded armor-piercing projectile hit the right track pad of Malashenko's car without missing a beat.

The IS6 heavy tank, which was still reversing, immediately became sluggish like a beast with its legs broken off. The tracks flying backwards made a sharp and ear-numbing grinding sound, like an old tape cassette being pulled out. The hub was as empty as a reel of tape.

Seryosha, who always knew the situation of his car very well, reacted quickly. The feeling of deflection coming from the right side of him was so real. To put it bluntly, it's like a fighter pilot in the back seat can still clearly feel in which direction the plane is performing an overload maneuver even if he closes his eyes.

Seryosha's blurted report brought the most unexpected bad news to Malashenko. The destruction of the track was a rare and low-probability event on the battlefield. Suddenly, he encountered this situation. There was indeed a moment that Malashenko felt unexpected.

"Let's keep fighting! Iushkin, keep aiming and fire to kill that bastard!"

If Malashenko, who had control over the battle situation before, was sure of victory, then Malashenko, who issued such an order at this moment, was really taking a life-threatening gamble.

To face the enemy directly with the side armor whose defensive weight is far inferior to that of the main frontal armor belt, let alone whether it can take away the Panther that just fired a shot, the safety of Malashenko's crew is already in danger. A state of imminent danger.

This extremely tricky first shot had already broken the track. Who knows if the second shot would hit the completely vertical side armor of the lower half of the car body.

If this is the case, there is no suspense at all with the 75mm penetration depth of the Black Panther's fishing rod. Being able to die without ammunition and leave a whole body is the best ending that Malashenko can think of.

Malashenko did take this into consideration, but still did not hesitate at all.

Rather than abandoning the vehicle and fleeing immediately, Malashenko would rather consider other issues after killing the enemy in front of him. Never leave the decision-making power of life and death in the hands of the enemy and let it be manipulated. This is Malashenko's consistent style from beginning to end.

The IS6 heavy tank that has been unable to move is still rotating the turret rapidly. The rotation speed supported by the electric steering gear is no slower than any medium-sized tank with a hand-operated steering gear. It is even worse. The black hole of the huge gun muzzle is rotating. Quickly point to the target in front of you at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Generally speaking, if encountering the current situation, immediately maneuvering the position should be the best choice for the Panther tank without any accidents. After all, the power of the 122 Heirloom is already well-known on the battlefield. As long as any German armored vehicle is targeted by this thing, except for the rough-skinned and fleshy scrap metal man who can barely withstand the heavy bombardment of armor-piercing bullets, any other German Even tanks can't resist it.

But obviously, the SS commander opposite didn't think so.

I don’t know when I started to keep an eye on this heavy tank with an obviously distinctive shape. The experienced SS commander judged that this must be an enemy command vehicle, at least at the level of a battalion commander. A high-end car that only officers can enjoy. After all, the extra slender antenna on the butt can definitely be seen as long as the eyes are not blind.

The SS commander did not intend to escape in such a mess. On the contrary, he wanted to kill the Russian heavy tank that had caused too much trouble here with his own hands. At least that was his plan in his mind, and of course that was also the case in his actual actions. made.

The Panther tank, which remained stationary to accurately aim and shoot stably, was loading its shells quickly. Iushkin's action of controlling the turret to aim at the target reached the final critical moment. Even time and breathing seemed to last for a few seconds that lasted like years. It stopped for a while.

boom--

The gunfire sounded and the smoke dispersed.

The full-caliber armor-piercing projectile that smashed the hood continued along the ballistic trajectory and tore open the armor. The warhead charge that successfully detonated immediately brought complete destruction and catastrophe. The heavy steel turret was as straight as a rocket. He ascended to the sky and then fell heavily to the ground.

Standing with green smoke from the muzzle and lingering warmth to the end, it is the No. 177 IS6 heavy tank that has broken a leg but is still fighting!