Chapter 404 Cavalry Long Sword (Part 2)

Bang——

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Accompanied by a huge collision sound of the vehicle body and an armor friction noise that was enough to make people feel sore, the two tanks that collided fiercely with dazzling sparks intertwined in the electric light fire immediately stopped and stopped their respective progress. The Soviet tank soldiers and The German armored troops immediately crashed into the equipment and armor inside their respective tanks.

The Soviet tank commander with a big beard was the first to recover from the brief dizziness caused by the impact. The faint pain coming from his forehead was not more urgent than the bad battle situation at the moment, and the thoughts were still echoing in his mind. The bearded Soviet commander, whom Malashenko had just given the order, immediately stood up and pushed open the turret hatch above his head. The captured MP40 submachine gun that he had easily removed from the storage shelf next to the seat was simultaneously Hold it in your hand.

The scene outside the car was intertwined with the collision of steel and the loud sound of the main gun firing. Along with the roaring wind, the bearded commander's face was instantly shaved. The commander, who looked slightly uncomfortable, immediately raised his grip without any hesitation. The black muzzle of the MP40 submachine gun in his right hand was pointed directly at the German commander who was less than three meters away from him and had just poked his head out of the turret.

"Die! Bastard Fascist!"

Da da da--

The action of pulling the trigger with all his strength, accompanied by the flickering of the muzzle flash, instantly spit out the 9mm ammunition ready to be fired in the chamber. The German commander, who had just stuck his head out of the car, had not yet had time to pull out the gun on his waist. Before he could react, a string of flames from his own submachine gun hit him in the blink of an eye, and the whole good man's head was as devastated as a watermelon.

The German commander, who was shot head-on and received at least seven or eight nine-millimeter submachine gun pellets, instantly threw his head back and fell back into the car. Scarlet blood, along with the red and white stuff that had been beaten into a ball of paste, continued to flow from the wound. Outside Chun Chun flowed out, and the gunner, who had not seen such a terrifying scene at all, had already leaned out from the escape hatch on the side of the turret that had been pushed open.

The bearded Soviet commander raised his hand and lost a German tank commander. Before he could take a breath, the German gunner who climbed out of the escape hatch on the side of the turret caught his attention again and turned the gun at the same time. mouth.

Without any hesitation, the index finger ruthlessly pulled the trigger in his hand again. The half-climbing German gunner who was also holding an MP40 submachine gun but had no time to respond to the shooting gesture was immediately beaten into a hornet's nest, and he was killed without even having time to scream. The corpse immediately rolled and fell from the turret. It was already dead and could no longer die.

In less than ten seconds, two German armored soldiers abandoned the vehicle. The bearded Soviet commander, who had no hesitation or doubt about what he did, jumped onto the turret with one hand.

He took off the German M24 long-handled grenade that was inserted into the inside of his belt and was nicknamed the "potato masher" by the Soviet soldiers, then held it in his hand. He stepped on his car in three steps and jumped up to the nearest airport. German tanks stood still close by.

The firing action of unscrewing the bottom cover of the grenade was completed in one go. The M24 long-handled grenade that was smoking was immediately thrown into the vehicle by the bearded Soviet commander along the opened turret roof.

After a muffled sound, the German Panzer III tank opened the top cover and immediately emitted a burst of blue-gray smoke. It did not cause the ammunition to explode but only ignited the flames. I don't know whether to call it good luck or just pure fire. The bearded commander of the Soviet army threw it at the right place.

All in all, the fate of the remaining three German crew members who had not yet had time to escape from the car was already doomed.

Situations like this are not just isolated cases.

Most of the German tanks that were intentionally involved in a car accident by the Soviet army were caught off guard and were unable to dodge and collided head-on. These German tanks, which were only 20 to 30 tons in size, collided with the steel behemoth KV1 weighing nearly 50 tons. The consequences of colliding together are naturally conceivable.

The dizzy German tank crews had not yet recovered from surviving the car accident. Some Soviet tanks, which were extremely courageous, opened fire directly with their faces close to each other, regardless of the danger of the cannon exploding.

The armor-piercing projectiles that tore through the armor at a distance of only tens of centimeters and poured into the hood of the German tanks caused strong ammunition explosions. Although such tank explosions at extremely close range sometimes directly blew the barrel of the Soviet KV1 into pieces. It was even broken on the spot, but in the eyes of the Soviet artillerymen who were protected by strong armor, it was indeed a good deal with only a profit but no loss.

"Damn it, these Russian guys are crazy! They dare to shoot in the face! Crazy, all of them are crazy!"

Compared to the extremely shocked whispers from the gunners of his own crew, Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who was not surprised by the seemingly crazy and impossible things the Russians did no matter how seemingly crazy and impossible they did, remained calm-faced.

Being able to launch a group infantry charge with such ferocious automatic firepower from the German squad even when machine guns have spread to the squad and are fully equipped with submachine guns, Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who has witnessed this craziest move, even felt that the Soviet tanks dared It's normal to shoot someone in the face.

"Don't think about these useless things. Now those Russian tanks have stopped. This is our last chance! Rush over and kill them with flank fire!"

The order from Lieutenant Colonel Walter, the commander and commander of the entire armored regiment, was the goal that the entire crew must carry out. The gunners, who were amazed and trembling in their hearts and couldn't understand the crazy behavior of the Soviet tanks, finally began to target the Soviet tanks. These recent The steel behemoths nearby were indeed motionless due to the impact as Lieutenant Colonel Walter said.

"Now, aim at the vertical side armor and fire!"

boom--

The main gun with the command as the sound of firing suddenly sent out the Type 40 tungsten-core armor-piercing projectile waiting to be fired in the barrel. The tungsten-core armor-piercing projectile carrying the powerful muzzle launch kinetic energy was enough to exert its full power at such a close distance.

The 75 mm thick vertical side armor of the KV1 heavy tank could not withstand these close-range tungsten-core armor-piercing bullets. The sharp tungsten-core armor-piercing body tore through the armor and penetrated the side mailbox, accurately hitting the vulnerable members of the crew. flesh.

Lieutenant Colonel Walter naturally had no chance to see the scene of him being beaten into a ball of human flesh while dripping with blood, but the final result represented by the tiny penetration hole was seen by Lieutenant Colonel Walter. However, knowing clearly that this Soviet KV1 had been completely destroyed, Lieutenant Colonel Walter immediately gave the order again.

"Destroy the target, next one, continue!"

Taking Lieutenant Colonel Walter's command as a signal, he quickly turned the turret steering wheel in his hand again, and the muzzle of the black, long-barreled 50mm main gun was already pointed at the next target.