Chapter 406 The Flower of Erica on the Top of the Snowy Mountain

In an instant, the gasoline engine with the highest horsepower output drove the car body weighing more than 20 tons to rise again. With a sudden step on the accelerator, I just felt the car body shaking and charging forward again. Lieutenant Colonel Walter, whose nerves had been highly tense in his mind suddenly flashed like a broken string, immediately felt a chill in his back.

Ding-ding——

call out--

The muzzle velocity of the BR-365 hooded armor-piercing projectile broke through the speed of sound mark. The loud impact echoed in my ears one step ahead of the scream. I shook my dazed head and felt the strong tinnitus that was still buzzing. I instantly understood myself. Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who had just narrowly escaped death and was lucky enough to escape the disaster, did not dare to show any slightest hesitation. He immediately raised his eyes to the periscope of the command tower in front of him, which had been beaten and leaked, with a slightly blurred vision.

"Damn it! This German tank just suddenly started moving at this time. What a blessing!"

In the brutal and abnormal armored strangulation, a considerable part of his nerves and consciousness had been worn away and his reaction was somewhat slow.

Iushkin, who originally aimed at the right side of the front of the German command tank, was about to step on the firing pedal when he suddenly saw the opponent's sudden launch in his gun mirror. .

Iushkin realized that he had missed the best opportunity to attack, but he could no longer stop the subconscious movement of stepping down his feet. He passed by the armor edge of the German tank on the opposite side and burst out a burst of dazzling sparks. Iushkin, who had been staring closely at the gun scope in front of him, seemed so sarcastic and missed the opportunity.

"Don't worry, Iushkin! There is still a chance! Another armor-piercing round will completely blow up that bastard Fascist!"

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who still heard the sound of huge armor hitting and ricocheting in his ears, knew very clearly how lucky he was just now to escape from the muzzle of a Soviet tank at such a close distance. The thing itself is enough to be called a miracle!

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who was breathing heavily, had no time to rejoice at his luck. He looked directly at the Soviet tank target that had just attacked him in the commander's periscope in front of him.

He had always thought that the Soviet tank opponents he was fighting were just a group of simple KV1 heavy tanks. Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who had no spare time to carefully observe the appearance of the Soviet tanks, finally discovered something was wrong with the situation.

The rounded and smooth turret, which is almost like a tortoise shell, is no longer as angular as the mass-produced KV1 heavy tank turret. The main gun has a thick muzzle and a narrower and longer barrel. The black light is dazzling in the clear sunshine after the snow. The strong turret that looks particularly impressive and combines everything together leaves Lieutenant Colonel Walter with only two words for his first impression: terrifying!

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who has fought all the way from the Polish border since the launch of Operation Barbarossa, swore that he had never seen such a ferocious and unusual shape of the Soviet heavy tank turret before, and even just hearing about it made him uncomfortable. Never before.

There was a period of time in Europe in the Middle Ages when duels between knights were popular. The noble knights on both sides of the duel would put on their best armor and the sharpest weapons in their arsenal and step onto the duel field to stand together. Opponents in life-and-death situations battle it out.

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who was not familiar with Russian history, was not sure whether the Soviet army, as its current opponent, knew about this legendary past that was well-known and talked about in Western Europe.

But Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who had an indescribable feeling of desolation in his heart, felt like a knight holding a heavy sword and stepping onto the duel field to the death.

The weird and powerful Soviet heavy tank that was his decisive opponent was like a death-like opponent holding a heavy knight's spear and being armed to the teeth with gothic armor made of fine steel.

The already very weak equipment backwardness gap was invisibly widened by the cruel reality that he saw with his own eyes. Lieutenant Colonel Walter's eyes were filled with the powerful and majestic seemingly invincible figure of that Soviet heavy tank. For the first time, Lieutenant Colonel Walter felt There was a deep sense of powerlessness that was almost on the verge of collapse.

The red flag of the Guards, emblazoned with mottled snow and scratches from unpierced shells, was shining brightly. The big bear's head with its bloody mouth open and holding on to an Iron Cross was like a nightmare coming to the world. of the devil.

The turret number of this unprecedented Soviet heavy tank was engraved in my heart at the last moment. The God of Death, who was already wearing a black cloak and holding a huge crescent-shaped scythe, put the withered skeleton's right hand on his shoulder, almost able to Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who felt that his life was about to pass away in the next second, could not help but utter the last words of his life while muttering to himself.

"Why? Why are these Russian tanks so powerful? Why on earth!?"

boom--

The breech firing pin, which was connected to the foot launch pedal with a purely mechanical structure, suddenly came forward. The instant impact ignited the primer of the cartridge case propellant. With the powerful kinetic energy of the violently burning propellant, it was forcibly pushed out of the rifled barrel in a death spiral. The BR-365 hooded armor-piercing projectile with hot muzzle flames behind it immediately rushed straight towards the accurately aimed target.

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who had exhausted all his luck after escaping the first attack, seemed unable to escape the second attack that followed by chance.

The BR-365 hooded armor-piercing bullet with strong exit kinetic energy easily tore through the thickest part of Lieutenant Colonel Walter's No. 3 J1 medium tank in an almost unsuspicious manner, like a hot sharp knife piercing a cream cake. The front of the car body is armored.

After penetrating the fifty-millimeter-thick armor on the front of the vehicle body, the warhead armor-piercing delay fuse was successfully triggered. The hood-piercing armor-piercing warhead exploded from the upper end of the ammunition rack on the chassis of the vehicle body directly below the turret, and instantly became a scattered mass. The coming flames of destruction.

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who had no time to react to all this, could almost feel his body being gradually swallowed up by the explosion flames and shock waves as the flow slowed down.

The consciousness that tried its best to do something was no longer able to control the body to make any response, and the mind was as empty as a piece of white paper, and I didn't even know what to think about at this moment.

The past scenes of his hometown suddenly appeared before his eyes in a trance, like a slide show. Now that he could no longer feel it all, Lieutenant Colonel Walter was left with endless memories and nostalgia.

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who never regretted every step he took, once again murmured to himself on his deathbed. After all, even he himself seemed unable to hear the name that was instantly swallowed up and disappeared in the manic explosion.

"Farewell, Erica."