Chapter 1417 Overestimation
The collapse of the German army was expected and very normal
Just imagine that in a battlefield environment that is completely unfavorable to you, in the cold and desolate night in the middle of the night, facing an enemy with a powerful armored assault force that is surrounded and attacking from three sides, who would dare to say this extremely unfavorable contrast between the enemy and ourselves? Must win?
The answer is of course no. Even if there is, at least it is not the German army now surrounded in front of the Soviet position.
The struggling German armored forces, lit up by flares all over the sky, tried to fight back. The few remaining Panther tanks, together with the weakened No. 4 and the Three Balds, opened fire wildly, firing armor-piercing shells one after another. It is pushed into the barrel of the gun and then ejected from the muzzle.
Those Russian tractors that came out of the darkness looked more like murderous beasts with their bloody mouths open. The surging and roaring roar of diesel engines was almost deafening, and the sound of huge artillery resounded across the ground with a ferocious momentum that was about to tear the battlefield apart.
The armor-piercing bullets hit the front armor of those Russian tractors one after another, hitting accurately, and the tinkling unpierced noise was accompanied by extremely bright sparks.
The miracle that the German armored soldiers prayed for did not happen. Those Russian tanks with unknown thickness of armor were like moving castles, but the Germans themselves were using small trebuchets to do useless work.
It shot up diagonally into the night sky, hit the armor plate under the front of the car body and was directly shot into the soil. One end was smashed into the hardest part of the front face of the turret, and after exhausting the armor-piercing kinetic energy, it fell directly to the ground. Of course, there are some who are stuck in the armor and can no longer move an inch, becoming a complete mocking joke.
Even if there is an armor-piercing bullet that can penetrate the frontal armor of the Russians, no matter how small the chance is, it at least shows that it can be done, not impossible. The role of inspiring people and boosting morale is far more important than the result at this moment.
Unfortunately, there was none, not even a single shot. The German army pinned its hope on a miracle, but the miracle ignored the German army and gave the already embarrassed German army a resounding slap in the face. After that, he used the unpenetrated warhead embedded in the armor to spit on the face of the German armored soldier, and all he had to say was: "That's it?"
The visibility in the dark night was indeed not high, which greatly restricted the German army's precise targeting, and the current combat situation was still between German medium tanks and Red Army heavy tanks. The already unfavorable combat environment coupled with the huge imbalance between equipment caused the German armored soldiers to almost fall into complete despair even if they did not give up the fight. The response to this despair was the final madness that blocked everything.
"Russians, they're everywhere! We can't stop them!"
"Then fire everywhere! Failure equals destruction!"
"Behind, the Russians are attacking from behind, turn around quickly!"
The radio channel of the German armored forces was completely in chaos. At this moment, no one could even stand up to maintain radio order and issue orders to command subordinates. No one knows whether the person who was supposed to control the radio order was dead or seriously injured and unable to do anything in the car. Or maybe Mao Zai was trembling in some corner after abandoning the car?
Hehe, no matter what his situation is, Malashenko, who is so eager to kill and shoot a kid, doesn't care about this at all.
"Kirill, armor-piercing bullets, keep loading!"
"Iushkin, aim at the front of the car and fire directly! The panthers of these Germans are crispy panthers, not the kind with reinforced armor! Aim directly and shoot me!"
Malashenko, who was holding on to the commander's periscope and maintaining a high alert posture, made a surprising discovery not long after joining the battlefield.
The Black Panther used by these German guys is not the improved Black Panther II with enhanced armor! But the crispy Black Panther I almost no longer pays attention to!
The two vehicles have the same firepower, similar mobility, and seem to only have a few more tons of armor, which seems insignificant. But Malashenko, who has fought against both types of enemy tanks, knows that the difference is really huge.
Not to mention anything else, just saying that the nose of the Black Panther II is absolutely immune to the 122 Heirloom. If it is hit, it will either use up the kinetic energy with a loud noise or be ejected by the angle of the nose on the spot. It is equivalent to doing a useless job. .
You have to let Malashenko talk about the Black Panther. Comrade Lao Ma really thinks that this thing is a "precious thing" created by the Germans.
Don't get me wrong, this is not a compliment about how powerful the Black Panther is in combat.
What Malashenko really wants to say is that the small head of this thing is simply not proportional to the body of the vehicle, which is as tall as a heavy tank. The armor on the front of the entire sloping car body accounts for more than half of the frontal projection area of the Panther. This also includes the crotch area under the front that almost no one will deliberately aim at and find unpleasant in actual combat.
If the crotch is not included, the front of this huge car body is definitely more than four times the projected area of the front of the turret.
The vast majority of Red Army vehicle crews, including Malashenko's own command vehicle, always habitually aim at the front of the vehicle body in actual combat, which is more difficult to miss and can absolutely penetrate. It is absolutely impossible not to hit the turret. When shooting the turret, one shot missed and the long reloading time was waiting for a while.
So when the leader of Black Panther 2 is absolutely immune to the Red Army's 122 heirloom, it feels like a game that you can play normally and happily every day, but one day you suddenly find that the game is shut down.
The armor protection of the Black Panther II, which has reached the "Unyielding Wall" level, has been strengthened. For Malashenko and many other Red Army crews, it is definitely more than just a little stronger. Deal with it.
This is an almost unacceptable qualitative change, which forces comrades to change the habits they have formed and try to target the heads of those "little-headed sons".
But now, Malashenko and his comrades, who had already adapted to shooting turrets, were suddenly surprised to find that the German Panther II seemed to be underproduced. The group of German gunmen in front of him are using the Black Panther I, which looks very similar to the Black Panther II, but the armor is stretched to the crotch as always. A casual shot can directly penetrate the front of the vehicle body, and a round can be fired directly. Enter the soul.
One person said that Malashenko felt that this was more exciting than winning five million in a lottery ticket. Being overjoyed was not enough to describe Comrade Ma's current mood.
"Attention all crew members! Our enemies are using the previous generation of Panther tanks whose armor has not been reinforced. There is no need to aim at the turret, just aim at their heads and fire directly! Blast the Germans' iron coffins into pieces!"
