Chapter 2839: Being attacked from both sides

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2839: Being attacked from both sides

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The power of the 128mm full-caliber high-explosion grenade is really great. It hits the wall of the unreinforced apartment building where SuloVicchenko is located, and directly blows out a shattering hole in the less-than-solid wall.

Fortunately, because the density of troops is not particularly high or even low.

The entire building was full of two squads, and the combat engineers distributed on different floors were lucky to escape.

The high-explosive grenade that was shot was more like a display of strength without locking the target, or intimidation. Although no combat engineer was killed or injured, it shattered a small apartment on the fourth floor.

The furniture, bed boards, iron frames and other things inside were blown up and flew in pieces. Various parts were wrapped in broken bricks and scraps and poured down from the exploded gap like a flood. The huge amount of smoke and dust could not tell whether it was flying ashes or explosions. In just a moment, it swept across the entire fourth-floor corridor, like a dirt dragon passing through the border.

"Damn Suka! The German guy's 128 broken cannons are quite powerful!"

Hunting tigers is indeed not a first-time appearance, but it is undoubtedly a very rare thing.

Because its output is rare and far less than that of the Tiger King, even though the leader division, which has repeatedly fought with the German elite firefighting team, has been able to count the number of times that have been equipped with tiger hunting so far.

So it is not unusual for SuloVicchenko to be shocked by the terrifying power of the tiger hunting. After all, it is rare. As the saying goes, it is rare and strange.

The important thing is how to deal with this thing, this is the most important thing right now.

The demonstration of showing muscles on the German man is already very obvious: I can hit the fourth floor, the highest position in your place, so don’t be lucky when going down to the other floors, and wait for German 128** to be bombarded.

On the other hand, SuloVicchenko really has no good idea.

The only anti-armor weapon that combat engineers can rely on is the RPG-1 super-caliber 100mm rocket-propelled grenade. It can also be called "bazooka" based on the casual name. After all, everyone is used to it, so there is no need to be so serious.

As an RPG that is an armor-breaking weapon rather than an armor-piercing weapon, the biggest advantage is that it breaks the depth of the armor without being limited by the attack distance attenuation. For example, the chemical energy armor-breaking depth caused by firing at enemy targets at a distance of 200 meters and 2 meters is the same.

But the problem is that the maximum effective range of RPG-1 calibration is only 200 meters, and it must be a shooter who is experienced and familiar with ballistic trajectory to ensure that he has a higher hit expectation for tank-sized targets at a distance of 200 meters.

But now, the tiger hunting, the tiger king, and the fourth ones across the bridge.

Not to mention two hundred meters, the distance Sulovichin subject must be at least 500 meters away after estimating.

The distance of 500 meters is nothing to the German tank gun, which has always been known for its accuracy. It is a kind of distance that can be hit by a target of the size of a building as long as it is not a blind man, a fool or a fool. But the same distance is an insurmountable barrier for the RPG-1, the only anti-armor weapon that combat engineers can rely on.

The situation is already very obvious. The combat engineers alone will definitely not be able to deal with the Iron Tortoises across the river. If you continue to maintain the status quo, there will be no other possibility, and you must adapt to the situation and think of some new solutions.

"Hey! Can you hear it? Let Alsim answer the phone, I'll find the company commander!"

A wired telephone was laid between the two apartment buildings at the station for easy contact. This was the equipment that the German army had originally stayed in the building, but now it happened to facilitate Alsim and his group.

"What? Tell me if you have something to do!"

Alsim on the other end of the phone obviously had just returned to the building. He was impatient and breathed, and obviously he had just run back from the street where artillery fire was flying.

"The Iron Tortoise Nazi across the river is too far away! Our PRG cannot reach it! There is nothing else to use! You have to drive the IS7 to the river and take a few shots at those Nazis! Let's continue to fight them!"

If the armor-piercing weapons are not useful, you can only rely on armor-piercing weapons. Fortunately, the Alsim team does have them, and they are carrying them with them. They are parked downstairs and are preparing to face the three IS7s that have made a comeback from the German paratroopers.

The 130mm Red Sea warship gun was pulled over for a few times. Not to mention the canned Nazi tanks, it could at least attract their attention and suppress them, so that they would not continue to put them here and hold the apartment building so arrogantly.

"Those Nazi paratroopers have come up from the front again, and now they also need heavy artillery fire on the front."

It's not that I refuse directly, it's closer to explanations and reminders. I only listen to SuloVicchenko's tone on the other end of the phone was even more impatient than Alsim.

". I can't care about that much! The SS's dogs gathered across the river, and I can see clearly here! Their infantry is ready to cross the river. You have to transfer at least two IS7s to guard a pontoon bridge! Let's leave the front and front for the infantry chariots to carry! Otherwise, we will have to be poked by the SS's dog bastard first!"

The worst happened as Alsim had expected.

After calling on the SS friendly forces on the south bank of the bridge to provide coordinated attack support, the Wehrmacht paratroopers, who had just been fucked less than twenty minutes later, made a comeback again and were more prepared than the last time.

I don’t know where these gangs got a few small mortars. I heard the whistling of shells and the explosion after landing. The small 80mm cannon was probably the heaviest support firepower in the hands of these paratroopers.

As usual, the leader didn't take the ragged thing like the 80mm steel cannon seriously. The shrapnel that exploded was almost lost and could not even penetrate the side armor of the BMP43-infantry chariot, let alone the tank.

But now it's different.

The thin skin and large filling BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle needs to keep the street entrance to the floating bridge motionlessly, and it will not give in. This means that the BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle has basically no room for tactical maneuvering, and can only act as a temporary fixed firepower point and infantry bunker.

At this time, even if an 80mm mortar hits the roof of the car, the expected results are not only blown through the crisp turret dome armor, or the roof armor of the car body is blown up. Although the roof armor of the car body that is thicker than the turret dome armor, it is still possible to destroy the optical sighting equipment, damage the cannon barrel, overpressure and kill members, causing the BMP43-infantry chariot to lose its combat effectiveness and withdraw from the battle.

After all, it is a mortar shell with thin bullet wall and high charge coefficient. The loading volume of the warhead is much larger than that of the body-barrel cannon shells of the same caliber. The benefit of not having to withstand high chamber pressure impact is here, which is one of the inherent advantages of mortars.

If the same charge amount is converted, if the BMP43 is shot by a 100mm tank gun and cannon, wouldn't it be a failure on the spot?

Due to the limitations of the battle situation and the need for combat, the BMP43s could not be moved, and the probability of being hit by mortar shells increased exponentially. In this way, two more IS7s, which are the backbone fire support, have to be transferred away.

Alsim, holding the phone number in his hand, really wanted to curse, but cursing could not solve the problem. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and stomp his feet to respond.

"I understand, add two more infantry fighting vehicles, and the support of 4 vehicles will arrive soon! I'll contact you now and hold on!"

(End of this chapter)
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