Chapter 539 Not as good as a woman

The method planned by Malashenko did have good results.

The 85 and 76 mm high-explosive bombs landed and exploded as far away as twenty or thirty meters away, as close as ten meters or even several meters away, scattering a large number of projectile fragments and raising up fire and dust into the sky, clattering like hailstones. After falling, it is enough to make those who are not determined enough to tremble and panic in the deafening explosion.

There was an obvious deviation in the shell loading of the German anti-tank battery.

After the Winter Offensive, due to excessive attrition, a large number of new recruits were sent in. These new recruits who only received basic training were not even familiar with the specific operation of anti-tank guns. They only touched rifles and rifles in the training camp. After machine guns were put on the battlefield, there were many recruits who were sent to play with anti-tank guns.

The recruit loader, who was still barely competent at loading, was so frightened by the deafening explosions that continued to explode all around that his hands trembled.

The custom-made 75mm capped armor-piercing round in his arms danced up and down like a pinball and kept shaking. The German gunner who waited for ten seconds and still didn't see the shell stuffed into the barrel finally couldn't help but curse.

"You mixed-race trash from Lorraine, Fred! You are as cowardly and incompetent as your French mother, no! You are not even as good as a French woman! Joan of Arc can still lead the cowardly French to victory! Get out! Come on, let me reload!"

The loader who was kicked aside by the gunner directly threw himself into the mud in a standard dog-eating posture. The young loader, whose body and face were full of the smell of mud, didn't care about these things. Holding the M35 helmet tightly on his head, he crouched in the mud and shivered like a frightened ostrich.

The German artillery commander, who has a tall and thick figure, is a man of force at first glance.

It’s not clear whether all the stuff in his head is muscle, but at least the reloading speed is more than a star and a half faster than that of the German-French recruit Fred. The 75mm armor-piercing bullet that was forcibly snatched from his arms was fired in just three seconds. He took it off and put it into the breech.

"Aim and fire, stop those Russians! Quick!"

boom--

The German gunner, who was sweating on the edge of his helmet, was also a veteran who had experienced the conquest of France and the battle in 1941. His seemingly calm demeanor and movements were actually very panicked. In the scene where dozens of heavy tanks line up and attack like wild beasts, not everyone can keep their faces calm and their hearts not beating.

The 18 German anti-tank gun groups deployed in the natural low-lying craters opened fire fiercely. The Pak 40 75mm anti-tank gun, which accounted for half of the number, was the only one that could effectively penetrate the KV1 frontal armor. The remaining few The 37 stepping stones and 50 small water pipes are at best just window decorations that are better than nothing, and have no effect at all on the front armor of KV1.

Although the open combat environment in the open air lacks protection, in contrast, the open combat space allows for free use of fists and feet, which greatly increases the reloading speed.

The loading action that usually takes more than six seconds to complete in the Panzer IV tank can be completed in as little as three seconds in the hands of these qualified German anti-tank gun teams, and the entire combat efficiency is almost increased by half.

The continuous German armor-piercing shells hitting the armor of Malashenko's vehicle at the front ricocheted continuously. The semi-curved mantlet edge gave the front of the IS1 heavy tank turret a good ricochet shape. 120 The front armor of the car body with a physical thickness of 35 degrees and a tilt of 35 degrees is completely immune to the attack of the 75mm gun.

There was no straight-line impact but a slightly angled charge route, which prevented the stationary German anti-tank guns from finding the perfect firing angle.

Not to mention that Malashenko's IS1 and Lavrinenko's KV220-seat vehicle have far better defensive capabilities than KV1. Even if they hit ordinary KV1 heavy tanks, the German artillery team is almost rattling and ricocheting. They are almost desperate. This is the first time since the war started last year that they have encountered Ivan who is so cunning and good at exploiting his strengths and avoiding weaknesses.

"Damn it! These Russian guys are so smart, I can't even aim at their weak points, they are all incident angles that can ricochet! Damn it!"

It is not easy to destroy a German anti-tank gun with its entire gun body hidden below the horizon. Only the barrel and a small part of the upper part are exposed. It is not easy to destroy a German anti-tank gun from a distance of several hundred meters. It is far more difficult than destroying a German tank. Much bigger.

Malashenko, who had strong armor and powerful artillery in his hands, did not even think about using the main artillery to destroy these German troops.

Malashenko, who can be crushed to death with crawlers but never cannons, only thinks about how to kill these Germans in order to relieve his hatred. Malashenko, who has been fighting for nearly a year, is no longer the weakling he was when he just crossed over. Blood and vicious breath flowed through every inch of the blood vessels in the body, making it look menacing.

"The last two hundred meters! Go straight through it with full power, Seryosha! Use the intestines of these Germans to lubricate the tracks of my car!"

The German anti-tank artillery facing the Soviet army's final charge was actually on the verge of collapse.

The KV1 heavy tanks that were destroyed on the battlefield were either turned into zombie tanks and remained motionless, or the KV1 heavy tanks whose bodies were separated and had their turrets blown off were parked not far away.

The German artillery crew that took the lives of these Soviet tank soldiers knew very well how the Russians would treat the enemies who tortured and killed their comrades.

On this cruel battlefield of the largest ground conflict in the history of human war, any talk about chivalry and not killing prisoners is all bullshit! The soldiers of the Soviet and German armies who fell into the hands of their opponents had no good end. The only difference was that they died in gas chambers and dissecting tables and were buried in Siberian potato fields as fertilizer.

Even while charging at full speed, they still maintained an uninterrupted attitude of fierce firing.

The Soviet tank, which had approached the final sprint distance of 100 meters, could already accurately hit the German anti-tank gun battery while maintaining its speed.

The coaxial machine guns and main guns opened fire in unison, knocking down most of the German anti-tank artillerymen who were still making their final resistance in less than half a minute.

The surviving German anti-tank gun crews huddled behind the gun mantlets and in shallow pits, not daring to show their heads in an attempt to escape. However, the roar and roar of the diesel engine that followed caused the earth to shake violently and completely shatter them. this unrealistic fantasy.

"Go to hell! Nacui!"

Click——

Puff——

"ah!!!"

A series of tracks grinding flesh and blood mixed with the heart-rending screams of the victims echoed over the battlefield.

When the Soviet heavy tank rushed into the small pit where the anti-tank gun was deployed like a mad bull, it roared out of the pit again.

The trembling Lieutenant General poked his head out of the pit and took a look at the surviving German soldiers. They clearly saw that the 177 number on the front of the originally snow-white car body was hanging down half of the body of an unknown person with an organ attached to it. The blood-red scene looks as terrifying as a Satanic ghost crawling from purgatory alive into the world.