Chapter 891 Tiger Roars at Dawn (3)

"Pilot, get ready, armor-piercing rounds are loaded!"

"Target is 600 meters away and moving!"

"Stop the car and prepare the main gun!"

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"Fire!"

boom--

call out--

Boom——

Violent muzzle fire exploded again, and the 88mm hooded armor-piercing projectile that spiraled out along the narrow barrel hit the upper front of an IS1.

The strong armor that could block the driver's observation window of the Long 75-4 could not block the fierce bombardment of the 88-gun. One shot smashed the armor-piercing hood on the front of the car body, causing terrible aftereffects again, like The turtle shell turret, which was lifted straight into the sky like a rocket, flew a full seven or eight meters high before falling heavily.

The turret armor can't stop it, and the armor on the front of the car can't stop it. Even if it's the lower front of the car, it's probably still hanging.

Malashenko, who had been busy for more than a year to prepare for the moment when the tiger came out of the cage, suddenly felt helpless in his heart when he witnessed the tragic situation one after another, "I am really working in vain."

The IS1 heavy tank, which was born a year in advance, is still not enough to withstand the fierce bombardment of the Tiger. It can be destroyed from the front whether it is 800 meters or 600 meters away. The heavy armor that is carried all over the body is simply the same at this moment. scraps of paper.

"A stronger tank! I need a stronger Stalin! Even the IS2 is not immune to these damn tigers. We have to use a stronger father to crush these Nazi bastards!"

Although everything was an afterthought, a firm idea took root in the heart of Malashenko, who was shattered by the impact of reality at this moment. Neither the IS1 nor the upcoming IS2 heavy tank can take advantage of the quality of a single vehicle in front of the Tiger tank. This result is equivalent to hanging Malashenko's life on a grasshopper rope.

From the beginning to the end, he never forgot his strong desire to survive. The IS1 heavy tank, which was no longer reusable after the tiger came out of the cage, was far from meeting Malashenko's requirements. He was determined to create a more fatherly Malashenko. Firmed up his thoughts.

As long as I can survive this Uranus operation, the first thing I will do after I get my vacation is to go to this old boy Ke Jing and instill in him the black technology of the future. Only a more powerful and loving father tank can put this gang to death. The German tiger beat up all the teeth on the ground, and at the same time he could save his life from dying in an iron coffin, and he did not have to enjoy the one-stop service from instant death to cremation.

"Kiril, reload the armor-piercing rounds!"

"Iushkin, aim at the Tiger closest to you at 12 o'clock and prepare to take action!"

The nearest tiger, this is Malashenko's temporary name for the German tanks that have become plural at this moment, and refers to only one of them.

When the unfortunate news came one after another, the cruel reality sent eight Tigers, also covered in snow-white camouflage paint, onto the battlefield.

These tigers in the snow that are entrenched behind the dead slope form a slanted armor with a considerable angle on the front of the rolling average steel armored body with a physical thickness of 102 mm due to the angle of the downward projection, which enhances the defense in disguise.

The Soviet 85mm full-caliber hooded armor-piercing projectile that hit the upper part of the front of these Tigers faced at least 120mm of sloped equivalent armor on the forward trajectory.

It is said that the Germans behind closed doors created a bunch of square shoeboxes that were a waste of tonnage, but these seemingly useless vertical armors can be used on the battlefield at just a slight angle, whether it is ups and downs or swaying left and right. It can give you an equivalent armor defense with a physical thickness of more than 102 mm.

In contrast, the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade led by Malashenko, who is in a low-lying area, will be offset by the low-angle shooting attitude of these tigers. The powerful 88-gun was even more unscrupulous now, like a herd of sheep. From a distance of 600 meters, it was like returning to the era of queuing to kill, unleashing firepower and killing people wantonly.

Less than two minutes after the contact and fighting, the tank battalion that gathered around Malashenko left behind the burning remains of eight IS1 heavy tanks.

As long as the fully charged 88-gun armor-piercing projectile penetrates the armor and successfully triggers the armor-piercing delay fuse, basically all that awaits the Soviet tank crews is the detonation of the ammunition and death without time to react. Those who may fly off the turret , or the tank wreckage turned into a flaming coffin, and no tank soldier could escape alive.

What makes Malashenko even more annoyed is that none of these damn Tiger tanks, which are much tougher than he imagined, has not been destroyed until now.

"Five hundred and fifty meters, about five hundred and fifty meters away! Seryosha stops the car! Iushkin, fire!"

"Death! Fascist bastard!"

boom--

The hooded armor-piercing projectile that rushed out of the gun barrel with a spiral trajectory accurately hit the target. With Iushkin's precise gunnery, Seryosha just started to decelerate from the top speed and before he completely stopped, he completed the feat of hitting the opponent's turret. .

Lavrinenko is right. As Malashenko's royal gunner, Iushkin is indeed a climax of superb gunnery skills.

Iushkin accurately grasped the possibility of minimizing the jitter of the gun mirror rigidly connected to the main gun due to the reduction in vehicle speed from off-road speed to complete stop, and making a fixed movement in the vertical downward direction. , can predict the perfect and precise timing, and send the cannonball out of the barrel with absolute confidence in his gunnery skills.

This avoids the violent up-and-down shaking of the gun mirror due to inertia when it comes to a complete stop, making it impossible to accurately aim and fire for about three seconds, adding a crucial victory weight to a life-and-death battle where the outcome can be determined in one second. code.

There are very few Soviet gunners who can accurately grasp this moment of only 0.5 seconds at most. Iushkin, who has been trained to the point where man and artillery are integrated into one, is almost perfect. One of them is Iushkin.

Of course, Iushkin's superb shot, which can be called the best in the game, did achieve excellent results that were enough to boost the morale of the entire army.

One shot hit the 85mm hooded armor-piercing projectile on the front armor of the Tiger tank turret, directly piercing the Tiger's flat and square face at a distance of 550 meters.

The armor was penetrated and the fuse activated in one go. The hot death flames swept through the tiger's head like a storm, killing all three German armored soldiers in the turret in one breath.

The scattered shrapnel caused a terrible multiple bounce effect in the car, and even the driver and electromechanical personnel located at the front of the car were not spared.

When the dust finally settled on the horrific after-effects, the white Tiger, dressed in snow-white winter camouflage paint, had become a car with its butt on fire and its head smoking. Because of its wide body, it luckily had no ammunition and died, but The crew members were killed and all the zombie tigers were dead.