The sound of the 88mm armor-piercing shell cartridge falling into the gun tail collection box with a touch of hot residual heat was almost at the same time as the commander who was half leaning out of the car yelling orders.
Completely different from any of the German tanks or the opponent's Soviet tanks, the Ferdinand, which uses a fully enclosed fighting room, not only has extremely strong armor protection, but also has an extremely spacious square fighting room.
The combat space is unmatched by any previous fully enclosed armored vehicle.
After receiving the order, the loader quickly started his job without further ado. The 88mm full-caliber capped armor-piercing ammunition taken from the ammunition rack on the side bulkhead of the fighting room adopts a fixed-loading design.
Even though this kind of long-88 exclusive artillery shell cannot be used as ammunition with the short-88, including the overall fixed length of the metal propellant barrel and projectile warhead, it is one-third longer than the same type of shells used by the short-88, but
Overall it is still within the acceptable range for fast manual reloading.
The loader of the Skeleton Division, who was advertised as a "pure Aryan" by the head of state, was indeed strong. A long 88 shell removed from the bulkhead of the fighting room was pushed into the chamber in less than five seconds.
"Load it!"
"Aim for the next one and fire at will!"
boom--
What is completely different from almost all later games depicting tank battles is that Ferdinand's rate of fire on the real battlefield is far more ferocious and brutal than what is shown in the game.
Ding-ding——
When the cartridge case fell into the collection box and collided with other fired metal cartridge cases, the clear impact sound sounded again. Another loader on standby who entered a high-intensity combat state was already holding the cannonball, without anyone needing to give unnecessary orders.
, directly took off his hands and stuffed the shell into the barrel of the gun.
"Armor-piercing ammunition reloading!"
"Go on, fire!"
boom--
That is to say, at the moment when the commander's command was still lingering, and the gun breech had just opened and revealed half of the hot shell, the loader who had just been responsible for loading the shell for the first time was already on standby again with the shell that he had turned around to take out, and what he would do next.
Just like what his colleague the second loader did just now.
"Load it!"
boom--
Four seconds, only four seconds!
Malashenko, who was still in the process of reloading his car with difficulty, clearly saw the somewhat blurry scrap metal man one kilometer away through the commander's periscope in his hand. In just four seconds,
The muzzle of the gun sprayed two balls of blazing fire, almost a terrifying scene like a continuous fire.
The IS2 heavy tank, which had narrowly escaped being defended by the solid front armor plate, could not escape Scrap Man's second last-ditch attack within four seconds.
Due to the strong kinetic energy friction when it penetrated the armor, the temperature of the drilled warhead soared sharply and the projectile entered the inside of the turret.
The armor-piercing delay fuse that was successfully triggered activated the warhead charge, instantly transforming the entire inside of the turret into a blazing crematorium, cruel and merciless.
But the difference is that this IS2 heavy tank, which has experienced two waves of Skeleton Division attacks, had already exhausted the first ammunition rack at the rear of the turret when it was penetrated.
If the description of "lighting" is not accurate enough, another way of saying it is to save trouble. The loader, who did not want to turn around to retrieve the projectiles in the narrow turret, had already placed all the remaining projectiles closest to his feet.
The location is convenient for loading, and is right next to the propellant cartridge in the chassis of the vehicle body.
Many loaders have different loading habits. For example, the loader of this is2 believes that loading by bending down twice in a row is more time-consuming and labor-intensive than turning around once and bending down again. This is purely a personal habit.
results due to preferences.
It is such a small detail caused by personal habits and preferences, but it has derived a completely different final result from the past.
The is2 that was penetrated by the turret armor from the front did not explode immediately. The Chang 88, which had a far less explosive charge than the 122 Heirloom, only killed all the crew members in the turret.
Although the high-speed flying projectile fragments left scratches and burns on the surface of several propellant barrels and projectiles, they were extremely lucky not to cause the ammunition to explode. They only caused a hole in the face of the IS2.
Paralyzed on the spot, he lowered his barrel and turned into a zombie giant beast.
After all the three crew members of the turret were sacrificed, maybe the driver at the front of the car still had a chance to survive. He was just seriously injured, but still had a glimmer of hope of survival and remained conscious.
However, with the SS's attack wave driven by the power of the giant elephant, it was already in the face. Only the last two hundred meters were left to fight hand-to-hand. At the moment when the bayonets were red, no infantry soldiers could spare the time to rescue the car.
A comrade whose life or death is uncertain.
All the weapons that can be fired on the position are pouring out their fury at the enemy who is already close at hand, and the final decisive battle is about to come overhead, not far away.
Even if the powerful ammunition explosions often seen did not occur, this does not mean that Malashenko would naively believe that the three tank soldiers in the turret would be fine. The turret was penetrated by a full-caliber charge bullet such as Long 88
If anyone can still come out alive, it would be truly a miracle.
The fighting room was extremely spacious, and it was comparable to the self-propelled artillery layout of later generations. Several scrap iron men unleashed their artillery fire wantonly. After such a long time, Malashenko finally experienced the feeling that he was about to forget, almost powerless and helpless.
huge pressure.
Trying to shoot down the Scrap Iron Man with a 122 gun at a distance of one kilometer is tantamount to wishful thinking. These thieves and the SS, who know their own advantages, just don’t drive up to the heavy Scrap Iron Man. They are separated by one kilometer.
He had just the right distance to play a mid-range sniper game with the Soviets without losing his accuracy.
At the same firefighting distance, the 122 Heirloom has nothing to do with the Scrap Iron Man, but the Long 88 can penetrate the is2 with a high probability. The is6 with the same 122 Heirloom has nothing to do with the Scrap Iron Man, and can only do
It is almost completely immune to Long 88, which is consistent with the defensive situation of the group of scrap metal men on the opposite side.
But after trying a few shots, I found that the scrap metal men who couldn't chew up Comrade Ma's iron turtle stopped doing useless work. They just turned the muzzle of the gun and ran to hit it aside like an old lady picking out the soft ones when eating persimmons.
Underdefended is1 and is2.
As long as the is1 and is2 that are in the way and are the absolute main force are killed, the remaining Russian steel monster, no matter how powerful it is, is just the last trapped beast, struggling in vain. There are many ways to drag down the tide of skeleton division, infantry and tank coordination troops that rush into the position.
The idea of killing this last trapped beast, as the leader of the elephant herd, was as simple as that.
Equipped with dual loaders and a spacious combat room layout, Scrap Man's rate of fire is even faster than your mother's. Fixed armor-piercing bullets are stuffed into the barrel one after another without shutting down. The loading efficiency is as good as that of a tool man on the assembly line.
Almost the same.
When everything is put together, it can only make Comrade Ma, who is under great pressure, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Comrade Brigade Commander, we have suffered a large number of casualties! Those German monsters have very strong firepower and armor. What should we do now!?"