Chapter 890 The Tiger Roars at Dawn (2)

The wide, square shoebox body, the pepper bottle-shaped muzzle brake that still has a wisp of smoke, and the unforgettable 11-ton heavy armored turret

Anticipating that such a day would come unexpectedly sooner or later, Malashenko had already made psychological preparations. The game he had been setting up with all his efforts from last year to the present was just waiting for this moment to arrive!

"Oh my god! What the hell is that!? It's bigger than our car!"

"The muzzle! It's turning the muzzle! Seryosha, maneuver and take us out of here, quickly!"

Iushkin, who was shocked by the huge steel body through the gun scope in front of him, had not finished speaking. Malashenko, whose forehead was already dripping with sweat, immediately gave the order.

"Eight hundred meters is at least 800 meters away. This stupid tiger from 800 meters away can hit it with the first shot. It's really not your fault!"

By comparing the size of the reference objects in his field of vision, he roughly calculated the exact distance between the Tiger tank and himself. Malashenko, who was also filled with strong shock, did not yet know how many enemies he would encounter in this battle. There is a Tiger, but the first priority is to get rid of the Tiger covered in snow-white winter camouflage paint.

Almost at the same time as Seryozha charged forward, he opened fire. The entire tiger body, together with the muzzle of the Tiger tank, once again sprayed out scorching muzzle fire.

As an ordinary human being, Malashenko could not react in the short period of time when the projectile leaped towards him. The Type 39 hooded armor-piercing projectile with a muzzle velocity as high as 810 per second roared in instantly, hitting the armor surface dullly. The sound and the air-piercing scream were simply ear-numbing.

Ding-ding——

call out--

"Son of a bitch! Got hit!"

Malashenko's emergency order at the moment of life and death saved the lives of everyone in the vehicle. Under Seryosha's precise operation, the IS1 heavy tank surged up again and avoided the fatal blow.

The 88mm full-caliber capped armor-piercing projectile hit the irregular area on the side of the turret. The shooting angle exceeded 70 degrees, which smashed the hood and the capped full-caliber armor-piercing projectile and flew away directly, leaving a silvery white gap in the air. The tracers of the cannonballs pointed slantingly at the sky and rushed straight up.

"Asshole! That's an 88-gun, a damn 88-gun!"

Iushkin, who was praised by Lavrinenko as the best gunner, has a very special skill. He is well aware of the sound of any weapon on the battlefield that can threaten his life.

In addition to the roar of the Stuka and the scream when the aerial bombs fell, Iushkin remembered the sound of the German ground equipment, especially the 88 gun, most clearly.

The accuracy is high, the trajectory is straight, the muzzle velocity is so fast that it is difficult to escape even when maneuvering, and the powerful armor-piercing firepower has a chance of killing even the latest IS1 heavy tank head-on.

As long as the roar of the German 88-gun can be heard, the battle under any condition will turn into a brutal and tough battle. This is a battlefield truth that Iushkin has summarized from last year's battle to this day.

"The Germans' new heavy tank, the Tiger heavy tank! The main gun has a caliber of 88 mm, which is the same model as the anti-aircraft gun we encountered in the past!"

"All vehicle crews advance at full speed. Only by advancing to 500 meters can we ensure the destruction of this monster and allow the infantry to keep up and maintain the formation."

boom--

Malashenko, who was holding the radio transmitter in his hand and pressing the communication button, had not finished speaking. The Tiger tank, which failed to kill Malashenko's command vehicle No. 177, let out a death roar again. However, the Tiger tank, which barely changed the turret pointing and only fine-tuned the steering gear, was no longer aiming at Malashenko's vehicle.

Not all Soviet tank crews have the quick response and precise coordination of Malashenko's crew, or they have the invincible luck of surviving many disasters and escaping disasters.

The IS1 heavy tank, which was firmly locked within the dense markings of the gun mirror by the Tiger tank gunner, was instantly hit directly on the front armor of the turret before it had time to react.

The semi-curved mantlet armor with a physical thickness of 100 mm is still not enough to withstand the bombardment of the terrible 88-meter gun even at a distance of 800 meters.

The hooded armor-piercing projectile, which left a large hole in the air and directly penetrated the gun mantlet armor, successfully triggered the armor-piercing delayed fuze. The 10-kilogram armor-piercing projectile containing 108 grams of TNT equivalent charge was placed on the first ammunition rack near the rear end of the turret. It detonated on the spot and released flames.

The turret flew straight into the sky like a rocket, the flaming coffin was as terrifying as a crematorium, and the tank wreckage was torn directly into flying fragments by the powerful ammunition explosion.

Malashenko, who clearly saw this scene through the commander's periscope in his hand, gritted his teeth. The frontal armor of the IS1 heavy tank was in no way immune to the bombardment of the Tiger tank's 88-gun at a distance of 800 meters. The thick defensive armor that was dominating in front of him was now so vulnerable. The tragic scene of being killed by a bullet was the best explanation for this.

Boom——Boom——

Even with Malashenko's order first, some crews who did not believe in evil, or were extremely confident in the power of their cars, still started to move towards the huge, heavy German steel monster from a distance of 800 meters. Heavy fire.

The 85mm hooded armor-piercing bullet that escaped from the gun tore through the dawn sunlight under the morning sun and rushed straight towards the extremely huge enemy lying on the slope.

Ding-ding——

The 85mm hooded armor-piercing projectile, which had been able to kill any known German tank on the spot in the past, was no longer effective.

The 102mm physical thickness rolled homogeneous steel armor on the front of the heavy car body can withstand an incoming attack from 800 meters away without any suspense.

The armor on the front of the vehicle, which was covered with white camouflage paint, had several semi-concave pits that had not been penetrated, which were eye-catching. The Tiger tank, which was still standing still and looked like Mount Tai, seemed not to be afraid of these incoming attacks at all. The Russians' How could a broken tractor penetrate the latest German war machine? Now is the time to tell those Russians the cruel truth about the birth of the new king.

Seeing that several rounds of armor-piercing bullets had no effect on the Tiger, which was too lazy to move, Malashenko, who was very angry at the crew of these unbelieving men, immediately raised his hand and grabbed his body. The radio transmitter nearby yelled curses.

"Have your brains been crushed by the tracks? Five hundred meters, I repeat it again! Only within five hundred meters can we ensure a frontal penetration of this monster. The entire crew will move forward immediately! Charge!"

After all the futile efforts, no crew member dared to disobey the brigade commander's roaring orders.

Just when Malashenko, who was planning to rush into the effective penetration range with the 88 gun, to personally destroy this damn tiger, just led his team into action.

Halfway down the slope where the wind and snow trembled, a terrifying multiple roaring roar followed again.