Malashenko was not surprised that the German army would invest in follow-up reinforcements. In fact, given the current situation, it would be outrageous if the German army continued to watch its troops being slaughtered indifferently.
What really surprised Malashenko was the terrifying shapes of the steel bodies that climbed over the grassy slope.
The boxy car body is then buckled with a large, square shoebox-shaped head, and the standard German-shaped figure is so natural and pure German flavor.
With the rear fighting room and the 71-times-caliber 88mm main gun that has the highest anti-armor combat effectiveness in the world, a terrifying and ferocious war beast is now complete.
The moment to witness the power of this terrifying German war beast is coming in the next second.
boom--
The slender barrel sprayed out a stream of blazing and deadly flames, and the spreading muzzle shock wave instantly crushed the green lawn directly below the muzzle.
The 88mm hooded full-caliber armor-piercing projectile, with a muzzle velocity as high as 1,000 meters per second, screamed through the air and hit the turret of the IS2 heavy tank closest to Malashenko. The terrifying scene was in the minds of all people.
It came suddenly before my nerves had time to react.
Boom——
The flames soaring into the sky set off violent ammunition explosions, and shock waves shook the ground beneath their feet.
The remaining 8 rounds of ready-to-fire first ammunition rack projectiles at the back of the turret became the heel of destruction. The 88 mm full-caliber projectile warhead detonated almost immediately against the first ammunition rack, which Malashenko had been worried about.
The terrible scene that befell him was suddenly played out on someone other than himself at such a close range, which was shocking.
The huge turret with the 122mm main gun was lifted directly into the sky by the flames of the explosion. The spreading flames licked the steel armor and released destructive chemical energy. It was not until the turret with its seat facing the sky fell heavily that it finally burst into flames.
Disappear, the smoke dissipates.
All that was left was the headless hull and the blackened upside-down turret that fell to the ground and the shadows of the three crew members in the turret were long gone.
It was also because the power of the explosion of the first ammunition rack at the rear of the turret was so terrifying that Malashenko could even clearly see that the 100 mm physical thickness of the cast turret armor was completely destroyed after the strong ammunition explosion.
It collapsed and deformed over distance, swelling and twisting.
How terrible and painful would this terrible destructive power be when it affects mortal humans?
Malashenko didn’t want to know, let alone experience this feeling personally. Malashenko only knew that these Black Panthers in front of him were like a fucking younger brother compared to the threat of those steel monsters.
It doesn't even count.
"Scrap Man! It's the German Scrap Man! Kurbalov, lead your men to focus fire on that thing, quickly!"
He also commanded his is6 heavy tank to fight not far from Malashenko.
Kulbalov, who was shocked by the huge sound of cannons in the distance, also noticed those German monsters. Just looking at the bodies that were taller than his own car, as long as the German tank designers didn't make mistakes,
If you take medicine, this thing will definitely be difficult to deal with.
"Copy that, Comrade Brigadier! They're dead!"
The remaining IS2s accompanying Kurbalov's car turned their muzzles almost at the same time, aiming the heavy 122 Heirloom at a target at least one kilometer away.
It is really not easy for a tank with simple fire control level in World War II to hit the target at such a long distance, but when a teammate has been killed first, it cannot just admit defeat, and the anger of revenge will soon follow.
Accompanied by the violent roar of the muzzle, it came out.
Boom boom boom——
Including Kurbalov's car, there were a total of 7 122 main guns that reacted immediately and fired back. 7 heavy hooded armor-piercing projectiles that broke through the air and screamed from different angles towards the same target one kilometer away.
The target went straight in the face.
Malashenko did not expect that the immediate counterattack in this emergency state would hit all the targets, especially when the fighting distance was as high as one kilometer. The final result was basically the same as Malashenko expected.
Two of the seven artillery shells hit the soil because the vertical density scale of the gun mirror was adjusted too low, causing a burst of smokey broken soil to fly all over the sky, leaving a loud noise in the air.
Another shot was because a certain gunner comrade adjusted the vertical density scale of the gun scope too high and miscalculated the precise shooting distance. The shell passed over the head of the German monster, leaving a piercing scream that echoed over the battlefield.
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Fortunately, the remaining four shells hit Ferdinand accurately. Three of the five Ferdinands were hit in the face, and all of them were hit on the main armor belt in front of the fighting room.
One of them was hit twice by bullets.
If the Black Panther, who was believed to be invincible by armor, was destroyed frontally by the power of a loving father, it would bring great shock to the SS armored soldiers who had gone to another world, and they would never close their eyes.
So the incomprehensible scene of swallowing a 122 hooded armor-piercing bullet alive was enough to make Kulbalov, who unconsciously opened his mouth wide, lose his voice in shock.
"This...what kind of fascist monster is this!?"
The 122 heirloom blessed by the power of a loving father can enter the soul with one shot and restore any selected German tank to its factory settings. Kulbalov has always thought so since he received the new vehicle, and Malashenko also
With a smile on his face, he nodded and acknowledged this statement.
But now, on the current battlefield.
The group of monsters that suddenly appeared from nowhere on the opposite side used their vertical armor that seemed to have no angle without ricochet to catch the fierce bombardment of the 122 cannon, and none of them suffered ammunition casualties.
Explosion, this is completely different from the scene of fire and debris flying as expected by Kurbalov.
"Maybe...maybe it's just that the fuse failed. It's not impossible..."
Kulbalov prayed silently in his heart. He prayed that among the armor-piercing bullets that hit the Kraut monster just now, there was someone who did penetrate the armor but failed to successfully fire the warhead charger because of the fuze failure. Therefore,
It failed to trigger the expected strong ammunition explosion. This explanation makes sense if you think about it carefully.
If this was the case, Kulbalov believed that even if the warhead charge was not detonated, the 122 full-caliber projectiles and armor-piercing fragments would definitely be enough to kill two or three German crew members.
As long as these lunatics of the SS still have a little bit of sanity left and are not fervently loyal to their bones, there is a high probability that they will abandon the vehicle immediately, which will make the opponent lose their combat effectiveness even if it is not completely destroyed.
But Kulbalov's last glimmer of hope is destined to end in tragedy...
When the first Ferdinand that was heavily bombarded spewed out a jet of black engine exhaust gas again, the heavy body weighing 65 tons slowly rose up, and moved forward to find a better firing position, Culbalo
The expression on my husband's jaw that almost dropped to his feet can only be described as incomprehensible.