Schleheim boasted that he knew all the Russian tanks, but now, there were these three steel monsters within his sight.
Schleheim could swear to the Führer that he had never dreamed of such a terrifying steel behemoth.
Those three Russian tanks were rampaging all the way, like crazy bulls rushing into a china shop, directly smashing into and crushing all obstacles, debris, and bricks encountered along the way. The surging power was coupled with the majestic and domineering tanks.
With a body that has great visual impact, Captain Schleheim should be glad that there hasn’t been a movie called Godzilla in this era.
"All crews, aim at the one o'clock direction, turn the turrets and knock out the three Russian tanks!"
Schleheim believed in the power of his brand new vehicle. There was no reason why the 70 times caliber 75mm main gun couldn't kill the Russians' broken vehicles. He would definitely be able to kill the Russians' broken tractors with one shot as he had done in the past. It should and must be
in this way.
"I'm going to blow your brains out, damn Russian pig!"
"Fire!"
boom--
Schleheim's crew is the original veteran crew since the Skeleton Division began to build the armored force, and he himself also started as an SS assault squad leader, step by step, using his own strength and enemy corpses to reach where he is today.
As long as he takes a step forward after this battle, Schleheim is sure that he can become a first-level assault commander.
Captain of the First Class Assault Group of the Waffen-SS, what an attractive position. This is equivalent to the rank of lieutenant colonel among the weaklings in the Wehrmacht. I might be able to naturally become a regimental commander and manage more tanks and
force.
This is an irresistible temptation for Schleheim, who is as powerful as a drug addict. It is far more fatal than any woman. He must fight for this power at all costs!
Full of joy, I waited with bated breath for the dazzling sight of the Russian tank exploding into a ball of torches, but the cruel reality once again made a funny joke bigger than the sky with Schleheim, who had already had a very difficult journey.
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The Panther tank with excellent ballistic performance had the best accuracy among all tanks in the world in 1943. This 75mm full-caliber hooded armor-piercing round fired at a distance of 500 meters was indeed as Schleheim said.
It hit the target exactly as expected, hitting the front armor plate of the weird and terrifying Russian heavy tank.
But what happened next completely deviated from the planned trajectory. The armor-piercing projectile, which could kill T34 and KV1 with one hit at a distance of 500 meters, was now staring at Schleheim's eyes like an elastic force.
The ball hit Sister 45 on the chest and bounced away on the spot, without any suspense.
Even if the armor-piercing projectile with extremely high flying kinetic energy was bounced away by the ricochet, the silver-white tracer still left a wisp of meteors in the sky, flashing by.
Schleheim, who was holding the sight glass in front of him, raised his head and looked diagonally into the sky. His dark blue eyes, which were bigger than a cow's egg, were full of disbelief and disbelief.
"Führer, am I dazzled?"
"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"
"Damn Russian pig! Damn Russian pig! Die, die!"
Schleheim's state was almost unbelievable, while his gunner was on the exact opposite end of the spectrum, showing a frantic attitude. While cursing crazily, he pulled the trigger of the main gun again.
Unfortunately, the truth in the Soviet Union is not on the side of the Germans, and this will still be the case even in the 2018 World Cup.
"The Germans were, are, and will never be able to win on Soviet soil!"
Ding-ding——
If the last time the armor-piercing bullet was deflected by a ricochet was excusable and was an accident, then what happened this time is even more shocking.
Schleheim watched helplessly as this full-caliber armor-piercing hooded bullet hit the left side of the turret of the monster tank headed by the Russians accurately.
Unfortunately, let alone penetrating the armor and turning the Russian tank into a ball of blazing fire, this originally invincible armor-piercing round could not even half-penetrate that damn turtle shell turret!
After the shell hit the armor, it swallowed up all the kinetic energy of the propellant and failed to penetrate. The armor-piercing delay fuze successfully triggered the warhead charge, exploding a turret on the face of the Russian steel monster.
A fireball that could not be completely swallowed.
After the smoke cleared, the monster that had been shot twice in succession seemed to be provoked and angered. The heavy and thick black main gun muzzle slowly turned towards the target like a rhinoceros horn. Schleheim could almost feel the death move.
The cold blade of the giant scythe, which was as tall as a person, was already placed on his neck, showing its sharp edge.
"Reverse, reverse, move quickly! It's aiming at us!!!"
There is an old saying in China: Focus on the head but not the bottom.
When rushing, I got carried away and stepped on the accelerator to go very fast.
As for reversing, well, sorry, the Panther D, which has only one reverse gear, can only reverse at a speed of four kilometers per hour.
Well, yes, you read that right, ordinary people can walk and reverse faster than a Black Panther.
What's more, Malashenko, who had been shot twice in succession, was already so angry that he was blowing his beard and staring. He was thinking about how the hell this bastard German guy could just hold me down and hammer him. My car looks like
Target?
When Kirill completed loading and the sound of the breech closing sounded, it took only 13 seconds for the No. 177 IS6 heavy tank to be loaded with the cooperation of the gunner and the commander, and once again sprayed out the fire of destruction that represented death.
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Ding-ding——
boom--
The sound of the 122mm D25t main gun after being equipped with a unique muzzle brake is very unique. It not only sounds powerful and powerful, but also makes a muffled sound like a beer bottle being shaken violently and smashed with all its strength. At this time
Malashenko sounds so beautiful and pleasing to the eye at this moment.
However, only God knows whether Schleheim, who was penetrated by a supersonic armor-piercing projectile before he could hear the sound of the cannon, heard this beautiful voice in the world at the last moment before he died at the speed of light.
The powerful explosion of ammunition racks on the sides and bottom of the vehicle was lifted into the sky. The Black Panther's little head, which was like a small-headed son, was directly launched by a rocket, driven by the violent diffusion of powerful chemical energy.
Soaring to the sky.
There was no sign of human existence in the Black Panther's head after taking off for more than five meters before falling heavily. The entire turret, which was instantly blackened, fell upside down to the ground, its mouth wide open, and even the breech block made of solid gun steel was broken.
It was twisted into a twist.
The few burnt objects that fell into the dark corner may be Schleheim's only relics left in this world.