Chapter 725 Face-to-face confrontation

"Comrade Commander, I succeeded! It's moving and we can fight!"

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What surprised Iushkin was that Malashenko, who had a "brutal and aggressive face", was not as happy as he expected.

On the contrary, Malashenko, who stared with eyes bigger than cow eggs, stepped forward without saying a word. Without saying a word, he slapped Iushkin on the forehead, almost knocking him out. The poor gunner was stunned on the spot.

"If it weren't for the fact that you revitalized the tank, I would have sent you to Comrade Political Commissar right now! If the problem with the engine had been bigger, or if Seryosha hadn't retracted his head quickly, he would have been killed by now. The mover got stuck in the engine compartment!”

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Iushkin, who had just woken up from a dream, realized that when he went to start the engine just now, he seemed to have forgotten to notify Seryosha, who was still half-body in the engine room.

Strictly speaking, Malashenko's reprimand was not alarmist.

If the engine, which has nearly a thousand kilometers of mileage, malfunctions and parts fly off or even explode on the spot, it is obvious what will happen to Seryosha's head.

Although the probability is small, this possibility does exist objectively. There is no doubt that Iushkin did not think carefully about this matter. Of course, it was also because Malashenko was a little arrogant and forgot to remind and stop Iushkin in time. Shi Jin has a lot to do with it.

A slap can't make a difference, Iushkin made a big mistake and Malashenko made a small mistake.

At the critical juncture when the war is approaching, this matter has just passed by.

He installed the tail cover of the engine compartment as quickly as possible and closed the top heat dissipation window. After finishing his work, Seryosha immediately returned to his post as quickly as possible without even wiping his hands.

With far more dexterity and speed than Iushkin's, it only took less than three seconds for the entire tank to surge into the air, spitting out a stream of black engine smoke and roaring forward.

Malashenko, who was holding the commander's periscope in front of him with one hand in the turret, grabbed the microphone with the other hand and pressed the button. Lavrinenko, who was the first to lead the team, should have entered combat mode now.

"Lavery, report the situation, how are you doing there?"

After a brief period of radio noise, what came from the other end of the transmitter was a burst of intense sound that could be described as artillery fire.

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"On the right, straighten the car body, two o'clock! Kill that No. 3!"

"Machine gun! Coaxial machine gun! Kraut's infantry throwing cluster grenades!"

"I can hear it! Malashenko! The fighting is tense here. The Germans have mobilized at least two battalions of broken vehicles and rushed over! Just a hundred meters in front of me!"

Lavrinenko, who was shouting at Malashenko with a microphone in his hand, had not finished speaking when a 75 mm full-caliber hooded armor-piercing round fired from the Long 75 Panzer IV tank hit the turret directly. On the ground, there was a dull metal collision and an abnormal sound that lingered around the beams.

jingle——

"Comrade Commander, we have been hit again!"

This castrated version of the KV220 heavy tank, which accompanied Lavrinenko on several battlefields, is no longer as brand new as when it first left the factory.

Numerous shallow pits and scratches left by countless unpenetrated armor-piercing shells are all over the front and sides of the tank's turret and the front armor of the vehicle body. Like Malashenko's car, the Guards logo is painted on the side of the turret, as well as the Guards No. 1 The heavy tank broke through the regimental emblem and was scratched deep and shallow by the German armor-piercing bullets that did not penetrate. It has become a genuine battle-damaged symbol.

After repeated attempts by the German armor-piercing projectiles, the semi-curved mantlet that originally belonged to the absolute field in front of the German tanks has been completely broken off, leaving only about 70% of the gun mantlet still functioning. The last or so.

The armor fatigue caused by repeated direct fire from armor-piercing projectiles was fully exposed on Lavrinenko's vehicle. This battle-scarred castrated version of the KV220 heavy tank has basically reached the limit of its mission. Lavrinenko and The entire crew is now facing the risk of vehicle crash and casualties at any time, and the actual defensive effect of armor that suffers from metal fatigue has long been greatly reduced.

After an unpierced sound, the god of death rang the death knell but failed to take away the soul.

He knew very well what the current situation of his car was after being hit by hundreds of German armor-piercing bullets. Lavrinenko, with firm eyes, still did not flinch at all. The commander's periscope, which had cracked lenses, was swinging with slightly trembling hands. He quickly aimed at the next target.

"Next target! One o'clock direction, less than a hundred meters away, the German assault gun, smash it!"

Lavrinenko's vehicle, whose shape is obviously different from other Soviet tanks, is the only remaining prototype vehicle among the batch of prototypes provided by Kotin to Malashenko earlier. Other prototypes with different characteristics and shapes were either blown up by German air strikes or killed by German tanks in side attacks. Even the prototype chosen by Malashenko himself did not survive the damage.

The strange-looking Lavrinenko car fought very bravely on the battlefield. Every roar of the 55-caliber 85mm tank gun was almost certain to take away a German armored vehicle, and in most cases it was The long-barreled Panzer IV tank and the Panzer III assault gun were more threatening and valuable. This situation quickly attracted the attention of the approaching German armored forces.

"122, 124, 125, 126, did you see that big Russian car? 11 o'clock direction! Concentrate your firepower and kill it! Quick!"

The German armored commander who came from the center used his car radio to issue orders to the tanks in the front.

Several German tanks with their own unique numbers immediately moved upon hearing the news. A total of four 75mm tank guns, three long and one short, stopped while swaying, and pointed the black muzzle at the turret without pointing it here. The goal.

"I'm going to punch through your side armor! Ivan!"

call out--

boom--

Before the cold voice with a grin on his face could even finish his words, an 85mm hooded armor-piercing grenade that came at high speed with a shrill scream that broke through the air interrupted everything. It was as easy as a red-hot broken bone razor piercing a piece of fat flesh. It instantly penetrated the 50 mm physical thickness of the upper armor plate of the car body, as well as the external additional track pads used to increase defense. .

The 85mm hooded armor-piercing grenade with a full charge successfully triggered the armor-piercing delay fuse. The scattered explosion and high-temperature fragments blooming in the center ignited the fuel tank and exploded the ammunition. It turned into a puddle of debris before it could feel the pain. The fleshy remains of five German armored soldiers shot straight into the sky.

"Kirill, armor-piercing bullets! Iushkin, cover Lavri! Smash all the rags of those Germans!"