But God or the goddess of fate seems to favor this unlucky SS armored vehicle. The equivalent TNT explosion power of 236.8 grams did not trigger a violent explosion of ammunition. Seeing that it penetrated the armor with one shot, it did not
Iushkin, who had no reaction at all, punched the breech block next to him.
"Shit! The shot was too far forward!"
The arrangement of ammunition racks and fuel tanks arranged in a rearward arrangement withstood this disaster. The luck of the remaining three SS armored troops in the turret could be said to be extremely good, enough to make their armored counterparts around the world envious.
The high-speed flying projectile fragments ripped open the shells of the 75mm artillery shells in the ammunition rack, but very strangely, they did not ignite the propellant and did not explode. Even the gasoline tank, which was used to being able to be filled with a hit, did not explode this time.
Quite confidently, by some strange coincidence, it was not affected by the shrapnel and was completely intact without any flaws.
A firestorm swept through the interior of the tank. The Panther tank was like a drunk man. The remaining sprint kinetic energy that failed to brake in time caused the already unmanned Panther tank to shatter a road wheel.
Under such circumstances, he continued to stagger forward for more than 20 meters before finally stopping.
The fists that penetrated the side armor punched holes, the hatches above the heads of the pilots and electromechanical personnel were forced open by the flame shock wave, and even in the gaps in the turret roof that were less affected by the explosion shock wave, there were things like
Like the Holy Grail filled with sinful black mud, it keeps spitting out thick, choking black smoke.
The Black Panther finally stopped where it almost hit the side armor of another Black Panther not far away. Fortunately, this did not happen. It was only separated by a distance of more than one meter.
The SS infantrymen who were following another Panther to cover the advance were frightened by this scene. They even thought that the Panther, which had been beaten and rushed over, was going to crush them, until the Panther seemed completely
The out-of-control smoking black panther stopped like a drunkard, and then he realized that the truth of the matter might not be what he thought.
Several SS infantrymen who were bending forward with their respective weapons in hand stared at the strange Panther in front of them in a daze. Everyone was waiting for their commander to issue the next order.
At this moment, the turret tilted to one side, and the escape hatch facing the heads of several SS soldiers was suddenly opened. An SS commander wearing a military cap and headphones, with his face covered in blood, struggled to escape.
He stretched out his hand from the rear end of the turret, signaling his comrades who were close at hand to come over and give him a hand.
The first-level squad leader who led the team did not dare to delay at all. He immediately threw the MP40 gun in his hand over his shoulder, stepped forward without hesitation, grabbed the SS commander's arms and pushed them out on the spot.
He pulled, for fear that if he were a little late, a bullet flying from nowhere would hit him in the head.
The first-level squad leader, who couldn't help but look around, wary of any enemy threatening targets, was a veteran. The cruel experience of fighting on this land so far made him dare not be careless about the surrounding combat environment.
The act of throwing yourself to the ground in advance could be the difference between life and death, and you can't help but be careful.
But the first-level squad leader, who was only looking around the battlefield, always forgot to look at the most important thing: the body of the commander who was dragged by his arms to the back of his own Panther on the ground.
When the situation was temporarily safe and the first thing he did when he released his hands was to quickly take off the weapon on his shoulder and hold it again in his hands, the first-level team leader who risked his life to save people heard the first words of his comrades beside him.
It's a bit creepy, actually.
"Krauser...you, you only pulled half of it back..."
What caught the eyes of the horrified eyes after hearing this was indeed a half-mangled corpse with only the crotch and above left, and even the bird and pelvic bone were blown away.
The first-level team leader, who was called Krause, subconsciously turned his head and looked at the back of the Black Panther's head. He was dragged along a path of blood and thorns, with a few pieces of meat left on the road from time to time, just like a road of thorns.
A scarlet road to hell unfolded before his eyes.
The still-living commander who had reached out to him for help just now was just a corpse staring at the sky with wide, godless eyes.
Krauser, who suddenly felt an indescribable smell in his mouth, licked his dry lips that seemed to be stained with the smell of blood, and finally spoke decisively after taking one last look at the corpse he had risked his life to save.
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"He's dead, let's move on! Follow the tanks, get in!"