Chapter 2681 Calling 130, giving you 145

Chapter 2681 Calling 130, giving you 5

As a long-time battle-hardened opponent, Malashenko actually has a problem with Germany.

These scumbags are as inexhaustible as bed bugs and cockroaches in the cracks of the wall, as if no matter how many times you destroy them, they always come back.

In an environment that looks like an endless street fight with no end in sight, this situation is even more aggravating and annoying, even making you want to curse. There are always scum that breeds in those masonry ruins and invisible nooks and crannies, and then crawls on your feet like maggots, buzzing, disgusting, and annoying.

To cut weeds, be sure to remove the roots, and to kill insects, you must use the most effective insecticide to get a solid result.

This may not be true in other places, but at present, in the street fighting environment of Berlin, Malashenko can say with great certainty that the TOS-1 heavy rocket assault tank is the best trump insecticide in his hand. one.

bunker?

Cover your mother's body! Go with your bunker to see the Kaiser!

"I have booked the best location and the best hotel in hell for you guys, and now let the No. 310 hell bus take you there."

One after another, TOS-1 rocket assault tanks drove into the main attack route under Malashenko's order. The road ahead was already clear after the operations of various siege teams. The only thing that needed to be considered was approaching the crossfire line. The remaining enemy forces may then direct anti-armor fire.

The destructive power of TOS-1 is completely proportional to its size. How powerful the explosive stick is, the size is the same as its size.

The heavy tank chassis, which is already quite large, is equipped with a huge launch box containing 16 rounds of 310mm heavy rockets, and the battlefield recognition is directly enhanced.

What does "tall and mighty" mean?

This is called "tall and mighty".

Wearing a crown must bear its weight. With such destructive firepower, if you don't have any shortcomings, it will be against the odds.

Therefore, this extremely terrifying war machine is by no means a mindless rush of "hold W to win". Malashenko has repeatedly asked the frontline siege team to cooperate and protect these terrifying war machines. , Never, never let this thing explode in your own camp.

If this thing exploded with ammunition, Malashenko didn't dare to think about the specific scene, but he could think of it in general.

It is not an exaggeration to say that half the street was blown up. Of course, no matter whether you were a German soldier or a Red Army soldier, none of you escaped within half the street. Every one of you was buried together.

"Concealed! Concealed! The German's machine gun, Sukka——"

"One o'clock direction, balcony on the second floor! Open fire and kill this bastard, quickly!"

"Back up, back up and find cover! The tanks are about to fire, dangerous distance!"

The further back you go, the harder it gets. Almost every ten steps you take, you will encounter a German machine gun that suddenly pops up, then pulls the trigger and shoots at you wildly, regardless of saving ammunition. (っ◔◡◔)っ

Alsim, who was getting angry, was almost splitting his head from this fucking situation.

Neither rushing nor retreating, he and his group of combat engineers almost did not dare to leave the protection range of the armored vehicles. You must be able to hide behind the iron guys and seek cover at the first possible moment, be extremely vigilant, watch all directions and listen in all directions, and always have your heart in your throat and wait for the opportunity to kill the enemy. Make sure you don't end up like those street crooks.

The short-eyed Nazi machine gun once again drilled out of a shooting hole that had been knocked out, and was resurrected again. The threat of resurrected firepower points like this was already at full level, and there were quite a few of them. This is the third one Alsim has encountered within minutes.

The shooting hole that was now bursting with bright green tracer barrages was just swept away by the infantry fighting vehicle's cannon shooting through the wall less than twenty seconds ago, and the fight was silenced. In less than half a minute, it started to kick again. It's on your nose and on your face, it's disgusting to sit on top of your head.

Alsim, who was already so angry that he could put a hard-boiled egg on his forehead, said nothing when he saw this. He told his brothers to hide quickly. Before he finished speaking, he immediately grabbed the wired phone in the iron box at hand. , the huge IS7 heavy tank hiding behind roared and opened its mouth.

"One o'clock direction, second floor balcony! Shoot that Nazi machine gun down! I repeat, one o'clock direction, second floor balcony! Hurry up and open fire!!!"

Da da da da da——

Crack, crackle, crackle——

"Damn it Sokka!"

Before the phone in his hand could even be stuffed back into the butt of the tank, the extremely arrogant and arrogant German soldier on the opposite side had already begun to fire his machine gun at the scalp of the steel behemoth that was impossible to hurt.

There was a burst of lightning, sparks flying everywhere, and several ricocheting bullets almost grazing the top of Alsim's head.

This made Alsim, who was holding the AK in his left hand and holding the phone in his right hand, curse on the spot. After stuffing the phone back into the butt of the tank, he quickly covered the helmet on his head and lowered his posture even further. Points, the posture of the old cat is hunched over, ready to receive the tank's fire, and the tank's butt is kept at a certain distance so that the tank's butt will not be knocked back by the recoil of the big sniper.

"What the hell! Why hasn't this broken car moved yet!?"

More than ten seconds had passed, and Alsim, who was well prepared, still didn't wait for the giant steel beast in front of him to roar and fire, and he still hadn't seen the 130mm big tube roar for a moment.

Alsim, whose face was full of questions, confused and annoyed, thought it was because the two men in the car had diarrhea, and he was dancing with bullets outside the car while they were grinding and moaning in the car, not taking it seriously. If he can endure this, then Alsim will not be judged as a "big bullshit bullshit" by some people who don't deal with him. How can he endure this with his violent temper that can burn a girl to death? ?

There was no extra possibility. Without saying a word, Alsim's only choice was to grab the microphone that he had just put down in front of him.

"Hey! Are you Sukkas gathering in the car to masturbate? Do you want me to go in and give you some toilet paper!? Hurry up and start fucking!!!"

Outside the tank, there was a series of elegant, easy-going, friendly and warm greetings and witty words. However, what was invisible inside the tank through the thick armor was a different story.

"No, there is a malfunction! The breech block is stuck, and the automatic ejection fails! The cartridge case cannot be ejected! We are trying to solve the problem, but the damn breech block cannot be pried open! Do you think the machine gun is OK? The coaxial machine gun is still OK use!"

"What? Machine gun???"

Alsim, who was holding the phone in his hand, was indeed stunned for a moment.

I asked for 130 millimeters, but you gave me 5 millimeters.

I've taken off my pants and you're just going to show me this?

Suka is not included!