Chapter 862 Overpressure Kill

Malashenko, who was holding the periscope and almost dropped his chin to his feet, did not expect that these crazy Romanian ghosts would actually use the German SFH18 150mm heavy howitzer to fight against tanks. That gun had real performance Terrible, the German "Evergreen" was beaten by the Soviet 122 and 152 howitzers.

The full-caliber high-explosive grenade with a muzzle velocity of 515 meters per second accidentally hit the connection between the turret and the car body and exploded on the spot.

The thick front of the car body and gun mantlet armor did withstand the violent impact of the 6 kilograms of Atoma explosives, but the overpressure and impact flames generated by the violent explosion broke through the weak joints between the turret and the car body, along the turret base. The circle penetrated directly into the car like a flood from a bursting embankment.

The overpressure, which spread far faster than the explosion speed, first took the lives of the crew members in the car. The explosion that followed was followed by flames, tearing apart the flesh and destroying the ammunition rack on the chassis of the car body.

The loud explosion and flames that Malashenko saw were the final product of this scene. The first IS1 heavy tank in history to be completely destroyed, even the turret was thrown away more than ten meters. The fully loaded ammunition racks carried in order to cope with high-intensity battles became the main culprit for the turret to fly so far.

Malashenko never thought from the bottom of his heart that the first IS1 heavy tank under his command that was completely destroyed would die in such a cheating way. A wave of shame and anger from the heart immediately rushed together from the soles of his feet. forehead.

"You bastard! I'll fucking kill you!"

The 150mm heavy howitzer with a maximum shooting depression angle of negative three degrees was less than 500 meters away, protected by a circular arrangement of artillery positions and earthwork bunkers. Only the tube and the upper half of the gun barrel were exposed. Those Romanian ghost guys who didn't have any good guys at hand seemed to have planned to use this thing as an ace anti-tank gun from the beginning.

"Iushkin! The target is at twelve o'clock, the German's 150mm heavy howitzer, kill him!"

From the moment Malashenko gave the order to Iushkin's actual reaction, until he pointed the muzzle of the gun at the target with the hand-operated steering wheel and the height control machine, it was an extremely cumbersome process just to say it, but it was even more time-consuming to actually do it. Even if Iushkin operates the hand-operated turret, it will be unable to aim at the target in a short period of time.

"Hurry up! Iushkin, I can pedal faster than you!"

"I'm doing it, I'm doing it! Don't rush it! The more you push it, the more chaos it will get!"

Separated by a layer of homogeneous steel armor, the outside of the tank was freezing and howling with strong winds. However, Malashenko and Iushkin, who were shouting in the car, were shouting, their faces were red, and their ears were red, and big beads of sweat were running down their faces. The brim of the tank hat on the top of his head slid down, until it flowed into his mouth, which was filled with bitterness. ₆₉ₛₕᵤₓ.cₒₘ

Malashenko guessed that it would take about 20 seconds to reload the 150mm heavy howitzer. It is true that a completely open combat environment can speed up the battle, but the individual quality of those Romanian soldiers is indeed different from that of the Germans. The difference is too big. The reloading time of twenty seconds is the result of Malashenko's comprehensive evaluation of Romanian artillery.

But what Malashenko didn't expect was that the 150mm heavy howitzer, with smoke still coming out of the muzzle, slowly shook the barrel again after just seven or eight seconds, apparently indicating that it had been loaded.

Even if you add in the less than five seconds between the firing of the artillery and Malashenko's discovery of the target, the 13-second reloading time is still like a miracle to these Romanian artillerymen who have witnessed this horrific scene with their own eyes. Malashenko couldn't help but exclaimed with his eyes wide open and asked: How the hell did these stupid Romanian ghosts do it! ?

No matter how surprised and disbelieving Malashenko was with his eyes bigger than cow eggs, the slowly rotating huge barrel still stopped before Iushkin aimed at the target. The black hole was 150 mm thick. The tube was already aimed straight at the target.

"I'll fuck you!"

boom--

A roar from the soul, accompanied by a roar of fire and flames rising into the sky.

Malashenko did have a moment of despair in his heart. After no pain came from his body, he quickly realized that he was not the target of the attack, and took the bullet firmly with his face. The presence of the 150mm high-explosive grenade is another IS1 heavy tank located just one vehicle away from Malashenko's right.

The 150mm high-explosive grenade that hit the armor plate area on the front of the car also caused unimaginable and shocking damage.

The overpressure that was enough to crush the body and soul rushed into the car through the crack of the shattered driver's observation window, killing the nearest driver on the spot and seriously injuring the three members of the turret.

However, because the direct hit area was the strong and thick upper armor plate of the vehicle body, almost all of it was covered by the explosion flames. The flames of the explosion were not able to rush into the vehicle and cause greater damage. It only blew up the gun of the IS1 heavy tank on the spot. pipe, and the right half of the operating track was broken.

The IS1 heavy tank, whose driver was killed, fell over and stopped on the spot like a wild boar that took one 50-shot shot while running wildly.

For unknown reasons, a stream of black smoke began to shoot out from the gaps in the tank. The commander, who struggled to push open the turret roof, was the first person to get out of the vehicle. His face was bleeding from his orifices and his face was covered with blood. Just by looking at him, he could tell that he wouldn't live long.

"Cover! Cover our comrades, machine gun fire! Quick!"

Several Red Army soldiers following the tank were hit, their fragile bodies were blown to pieces, and their bodies were left lying on the spot. But more Red Army soldiers, under the call of the commanders and combatants, desperately approached the IS1 heavy tank that was paralyzed by one shot. The various things in their hands were directed towards the Romanian who was trying to target the IS1. Gui Lao suddenly burst into laughter.

The seriously injured commander rolled and fell to the side of the tank, without even having time to grab his self-defense weapon. He fell to the ground on his back.

A courageous soldier stepped forward, grabbed the commander's collar, and immediately lowered his body and dragged him back. The other two soldiers following him hugged the Bobosha in their hands and squeezed the trigger. Shooting, the machine gunner who put his tripod on the engine room tightly held the DP light machine gun in his hand and fired at full power.

"Quick! Drag him here, put him here! Quick!"

The Red Army soldiers who yelled to save a comrade had just moved to a relatively safe shelter area. The commander, who was leaning against the back of the car and was only breathing his last breath, was struggling, his face covered with blood, his breathing was rapid, and he was exhausted. With the last breath of his life, he half-raised his right hand and left his last words.

"There are still living people in the car who can't move. Please save them quickly."