Although faced with almost unbearable ferocious firepower, the Skull Division, one of the most powerful and vicious ace units of the Waffen-SS, still faced the fierce blows from the front and was on the spot.
He stopped and started shooting back.
Although from the comrades who escaped alive, they heard rumors that the new heavy tanks of the Russians on the opposite side could completely withstand direct fire from their own Panthers.
But there is a saying that "you will not die until you reach the Yellow River, and you will not shed tears until you see the coffin." The second wave of Skeleton Division armored soldiers who would rather die than believe in evil will still try again.
At a distance of 700 meters where the is2 can easily penetrate the frontal protection of the Black Panther, it opened up its posture and directly started shooting with a group of steely fathers on the opposite side. I don't know whether to praise or scold this stupid approach, or even
Comrade Julien, who was commanding the battle from the commander's position in the car, was instantly amused.
"Hey, damn it! If you drive a stupid Black Panther and drag it like this, what if you drive a Tiger King and even your own mother turns against you?"
In the midst of the conversation and laughter, the sound of the breech closing was heard again, and Kirill, who had once again completed his high-intensity physical labor, shouted with a not-so-slight gasp.
"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"
"Don't be a dog to Citron in your next life, you fascist bastard!"
boom--
The tacit understanding of the crew has been improved unprecedentedly in the protracted battle. Now, in more situations, Iushkin actually no longer needs Malashenko to personally calibrate the target and order the fire.
Unless Malashenko specifically requests to shoot a specific target, Iushkin will decide which target to hit next based on his own subjective judgment on the battlefield. Objectively speaking, Iushkin’s ability to understand and judge the battlefield is not even better than that of Marashenko.
Shenke is worse.
This is also an important reason why Malashenko dares to put more thought into overall overall command rather than specifically deciding which target to hit next.
Malashenko, who holds the positions of both vehicle commander and brigade commander, could not focus all his attention on specific battles. Iushkin, who was forced to gain great autonomy in firing, began to recover under such circumstances.
Send to a qualified commander.
Iushkin, who was not always on target, accidentally missed.
The Black Panther, which fired a cannon and immediately drove at high speed with the accelerator fully depressed, happened to be in hell for a while and then turned around and returned to the world. It was like running to hell under the leadership of Virgil.
I walked around a lot, and after I came back, I wrote a book and left it to future generations, just like Dante who has been sung through the ages.
He watched helplessly as the cannonball he sent out of the cannon with his own hands touched the butt of the Panther and produced a string of dazzling sparks at an extremely weird angle of incidence. It then crashed into the soil in an instant, with no further follow-up.
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Iushkin, who felt that he had been insulted by the German's coquettish movement with this shot, was a little angry. Even then, he raised his right hand and waved his movements in the air without taking his eyes off the mirror, gesturing behind him. He couldn't see it, but he was definitely fighting for himself.
Kirill at the post, hurry up and reload.
"Kirill, hurry up! Armor-piercing bullets, one more shot! I'm going to turn those five Germans into barbecue!"
Iushkin, who only cares about the pleasure of his own ejaculation, said it easily. Kirill, who was still burdened with high-intensity physical labor in the sweltering and high-temperature combat environment, was already tired and sweating profusely at this moment, and his face was hideous.
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"Wait...wait a little longer, give me ten seconds! It'll be over soon!"
Kirill, who was gnashing his teeth and his entire facial features were almost twisted into a lump, had to use all his strength to put the 122mm armor-piercing projectile in his arms, which was like a lump of lead, on the slide rail.
After doing all this, Kirill didn't even have a chance to take a breath. Then he bent down again, picked up the ready-made propellant cartridge that had been placed vertically at his feet, and held it between his arms like
It was like a weightlifter preparing for the final blow. After a sudden force on his waist, he let go and hung it on the edge of the cannon block.
The elbow of his left arm clamped the middle part of the propellant barrel to maintain balance. He took the opportunity to pull out his right hand and hold the primer of the propellant forward with force. Kirill, whose face was so ferocious that he almost screamed on the spot, used such a fierce action to raise his head.
With a red face, he fed a complete set of 122mm shells into the barrel. Finally, he raised his hand and raised it to completely close the breech.
"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"
·Hold the height machine and steering machine with both hands at the same time and shoot the bow. The right eye does not forget to stare at the moving target through the gun scope in front of you. While the brain accurately directs the precise movements of all limbs and organs, it also
Forget to think about the shooting advance, the final impact point trajectory affected by the muzzle velocity and the distance traveled.
Once you are sure that you have adjusted the high and low machine handwheels above the horizontal density line for final firing, you only need to continue shaking the direction machine handwheel with motor support.
Iushkin released the hand wheel of the high and low machine, and placed his right hand on the firing lever of the gun block, ready to go.
But just when the lever in his hand was about to exert force suddenly, an unexpected emergency occurred.
Ding-ding——
call out--
The sound of the armor's impact was heard first, followed by the whistling sound in the air. An armor-piercing projectile traveling at extremely high speed hit the turret side armor of Malashenko's vehicle without any warning.
The violent impact and harsh metal echo caused by the supersonic impact kinetic energy hitting the armor instantly shocked Iushkin, who was highly concentrated. Suddenly his hand slipped, and the lever in his hand was moved forward by a few tenths of a second.
Pull it down to drive the firing pin.
Kirill spent a lot of effort to load the armor-piercing bullet, but unexpectedly, the slippery Iushkin sent it out of the barrel in advance.
"Damn it! It's too late!"
Even if it is fired in advance, just a few tenths of a second earlier, the final result will be either hitting the enemy tank or shooting into the soil.
This time, Iushkin, who was fully prepared and believed in himself, finally succeeded in defeating the former with his own strength and a little bit of luck.
Iushkin's original target was the belly of the Black Panther that was racing at high speed.
Judging from Iushkin's past combat experience, if you penetrate this place, you can at least kill the three crew members: the gunner, the commander, and the loader on the spot. Even if the armor-piercing delay fuse fails, the shell will penetrate like a big iron mass.
Side armor, smashed into the car.
The armor disintegration fragments caused by the impact of high-speed large-caliber projectiles are definitely enough to kill these three SS bastards. If you are lucky, there may be two SS lackeys who will be skewered by the 122 shells and chopped in the middle.
In two sections, there is no need to worry about other problems as long as it can hit the target.
Iushkin thought so, and of course he was prepared to do so. The only regret was that he fired the ammunition waiting in the barrel a few tenths of a second in advance.
With advance sighting in mind, the projectile "squeezed" out of the barrel by the strong chemical energy of the burning propellant rushed straight towards a position that was not what Iushkin expected.
The final impact point, like a red-hot razor piercing fat pork, was precisely the side armor where the electromechanical crew and driver were located at the front of the Panther's body. All of this was caused by an error of a few tenths of a second.