Chapter 572 The Gunner Returns

The German Stuka fleet flying all over the sky like a group of spinning flies was extremely arrogant and arrogant, as if they were in no one's land. However, Malashenko really had no good solution for these German flies above his head. You can't expect a heavy tank to use its main gun for air defense, right?

Since the entire army was mobilized for this annihilation and encirclement operation, almost all of Malashenko's combat troops deployed in the village participated and participated in the battle.

The mighty formation of nearly dozens of tanks and 500 infantrymen was no joke. Such a conspicuous ground force became the best stage for German pilots to test their bomb-dropping skills.

The intensive bombing, which rained down like rain of bullets, blew up all the tanks and infantry under Malashenko's command.

Although the description of "howling like ghosts and wolves" is a bit derogatory, judging from the current situation of Malashenko's troops, it is almost exactly the same. Huge and continuous explosions tear apart armor and flesh, destroying everything within the killing range. everything of.

It was not an easy task to forcefully retreat to the village under the fierce bombing overhead. Despite this, Malashenko still ordered the troops to do their best to retreat to the village.

After throwing the bombs, the Stukas were still unsatisfied. The two 92mm small machine guns dived repeatedly to harvest any moving targets on the ground.

The Stukas, which dived straight down and then pulled up diagonally, also performed some tricks. The self-defense machine gunner in the back seat used the weapon in his hand to attack the Soviet troops on the ground. After witnessing this scene, Malashenko was so angry that he almost wanted to throw his hat and scold her.

"One day I will personally catch these stupid German pilots and send them all to Siberia to dig potatoes!"

The intense German air raids and bombings came and went quickly.

The Stukas, whose bomb load was not very large, took less than ten minutes to throw away all the bombs they carried and return the same way. The Germans patted their butts and left, leaving some behind for Malashenko. Crazy messes and troubles, corpses on the ground and burning tank wreckage were the only sights that Marashenko could see.

"What should Comrade Commander do next?"

"What else can we do!? It's important to save people. Go! Hurry!"

Malashenko, who was getting angry, unceremoniously kicked Iushkin who asked the question like a pig. Iushkin, who received a solid slap on his butt, also felt that the question just now was wrong. He was so stupid that he wanted to slap himself in the face, and immediately followed Malashenko's order to save people without saying a word.

It is true that the losses were heavy, but the limited remaining time left for Malashenko is even more terrible.

Malashenko, who had rolled up his sleeves, was about to personally help rescue people when a loud roar without warning immediately disrupted Malashenko's rhythm.

"The Germans are running away! Stop them!"

Subconsciously looking in the direction of the sound, Malashenko immediately caught sight of the German prisoners of war running wildly. Malashenko was instantly furious and furious.

"Damn it, it's just that I was bullied by the plane. Can I let you stupid ducks run away?"

Malashenko, who had just got out of the car less than half a minute after seeing this, immediately turned around and quickly climbed back into the tank with his hands. The gunner's position without Iushkin was empty. Time did not allow Malashenko to simply go to the tank by himself. He sat down in the gunner's position and pointed the muzzle at the target himself.

"Run? Where are you running your horse?!"

Click——

boom--

Malashenko, who didn't think too much about what kind of ammunition was loaded in the barrel, stepped on the firing pedal. The firing pin of the breech block violently hit the cartridge case and the propellant primer fired the entire 85mm hooded armor-piercing projectile in an instant. Spewed out from the muzzle.

The result of the speed ratio between two legs and armor-piercing bullets obviously does not need to be thought about. The group of German prisoners of war who had just ran a short distance away with their backs to the enemy met with the most terrifying and humiliating way of death for soldiers: being shot from behind by an 85mm hooded armor-piercing bullet. Fight to death.

Malashenko, who had no intention of showing mercy at all, aimed at the place where the queue of escaping German prisoners of war was densest. The four German prisoners of war running together guessed that the Soviet army might shoot to stop them, but they never expected He will be killed by 85mm hooded armor-piercing bullets that even the Tiger tank can't withstand.

The first unlucky German soldier was hit in the body by the 85mm full-caliber armor-piercing bullet that hit the wind with a death scream. The first unlucky German soldier didn't even have time to scream and was cut into two pieces by the armor-piercing bullet, with bloody flesh. Fluids and solids were splashed all over the floor.

The German prisoners of war who only focused on running away were in very dense formations, without considering the consequences of being attacked. In fact, the German prisoners of war who were afraid of being shot to death by the Soviet army had no time to consider these issues.

Human bones are quite hard, but no matter how hard they are, they are not hard enough to trigger the armor-piercing delay fuse of the 85mm hooded armor-piercing projectile to activate the warhead charge, even if the entire spine is severed at the waist.

The 85mm hooded armor-piercing projectile that continued to roar forward with strong kinetic energy then broke the second German's arm, shattered the third German's thigh, and shattered the fourth German's right foot. The angle of incidence penetrated the soft and sparse soil, leaving a large hole with green smoke.

With one shot, he knocked over four German prisoners of war who had taken the opportunity to escape. Malashenko, whose eyes were red, was still angry. He immediately left the gunner's seat and turned around to load the next shell himself.

What Malashenko didn't expect was that Kirill, the loader who had already left the tank, followed him back into the turret at some point, holding in his arms the ammunition that had just been fired from the rear end of the turret. The 85mm customized high-explosive grenade removed from the rack is ready to be sent to the gun breech.

Seeing this, Malashenko didn't say much. He looked at Kirill tacitly in front of him and then immediately sat back in the gunner's position. He put his right eye against the optical sight next to the gun breech and started to The next shot is calibrated to detect the enemy.

Bang——

The shell was stuffed into the breech and the dull sound of the breech being closed echoed in the turret. Malashenko, who knew what the metal collision meant, did not waste any time and aimed the cannon at the feet of the escaping German prisoners of war. The mouth immediately spurted out a burst of blazing fire again.

"Let's see how long you can run!"

boom--

The 85mm high-explosive grenade whizzing at the center of the crowd was so powerful that Malashenko could even see the German soldier's head flying high into the air from his gun scope.