After a moment of thinking and weighing, Wittmann, who didn't have much time for hesitation, made a choice: give priority to destroying those targets that were sure of him, at least doing so would not make his subsequent attacks in vain.
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"Don't hit that monster! Deal with other targets first, shoot at the front of their turrets, and fire!"
"Which one? Which one are you talking about specifically? In my eyes, Russians are everywhere!"
"Then fire everywhere! Hit whomever you want! Do it quickly!"
Wittmann, who was already anxious and angry to the point of going berserk, really wanted to curse on the spot. The gunner, whose mood was obviously a little fluctuating, immediately followed Wittmann's order, aimed at the target, and pulled the trigger.
boom--
With a sound of gunfire, an 88 mm full-caliber armor-piercing hooded projectile was ejected from the barrel, and the sharp whistling sound of the shell reverberated in the air, tearing and roaring.
The is2 heavy tank, which was slowly moving forward, was unaware of the danger coming. It didn't know that there was such a sophisticated and exquisitely hidden thing so close to it, behind that seemingly inconspicuous dilapidated wooden house.
The tiger was peeping and staring at me.
The armor-piercing bullets that rushed forward smashed wooden boards and overturned fence posts. They continued to move forward as if they were not hindered by anything, heading straight towards the target not far away.
The perfectly positioned attack angle brought a successful result that penetrated the soul.
The armor-piercing projectile that entered from the armor on the right side of the turret left a gap larger than a fist and shot straight into it. Before it could make any reaction, the IS2 heavy tank immediately trembled as if it had been slapped and stopped on the spot.
, the burning flames that swallowed up every ray of space in the car body then spurted out from the turret roof.
It was certainly lucky to a certain extent that the corpses were not separated by the explosion of the ammunition, but the final result due to this luck was still not very good.
The armor-piercing projectile injected from the armor on the right side of the turret near the joint of the vehicle body, after successfully triggering the armor-piercing delay fuse, happened to be very close to the propellant and instantly detonated. The distance between the nearest propellant cartridge and the center of explosion was only
Twenty or thirty centimeters away.
It was not a suicide but a propellant cartridge that was ignited on the spot and instantly sprayed out blazing orange-red high-temperature flames. The brightness of the flames was not much inferior to the momentum of a high-pressure spray gun.
One after another, the closely arranged propellant cartridges instantly triggered a chain effect like dominoes. The ignited propellant cartridge ignited the rest of the surrounding propellant cartridges in just a moment, like a collective volcanic eruption.
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The three crew members who were in combat mode in the turret were the first to die at their combat positions. When they were enveloped by the ultra-high temperature flames ejected from the propellant cartridge, even the short-lived
The struggle and pain didn't last more than a few seconds.
Any tank in combat status is like a mobile self-propelled ammunition fuel depot with a steel shell. However, the is2 heavy tank that uses a large-caliber main gun has scattered ammunition all over the body. In fact,
It is a bit too dense and dense compared to ordinary heavy tanks.
The wanton spray of flames was accompanied by astonishing high temperature and pressure. The IS2 heavy tank, which was originally in a closed state with the turret roof, could not withstand such huge pressure in a short time. The critical point of the internal pressure was maintained for less than a second.
After that, the top cover of the turret was finally sprayed open instantly.
No one saw anyone crawling out of the is2 heavy tank that was already like a volcanic hell. Not even the Pyroman who was on fire saw a single person. The four heroic tank soldiers were just like what was written in the song.
They fell forever at the post where they fought from beginning to end and could never go back alive to see those relatives who they loved and who loved them deeply.
Malashenko, who was rushing at the front, did not notice in time the scene happening next to him. The commander's too limited field of vision and the battlefield scene with continuous artillery fire almost made Malashenko's battlefield recognition difficult.
After reaching the lowest point, Kulbalov, who was still closely behind Malashenko in the end, issued a warning.
"Comrade Brigadier, it's an 88 gun! There are also German 88 guns! I don't know if it's a tank or an anti-tank gun! They are attacking our tanks!"
The battlefield threat has always been the strongest on the ground. The 88 gun has become the primary object that must be listened to and identified. The caliber of the enemy's artillery can be distinguished through the decibels, frequency, and rhythm of the gun sound. This has almost become the first heavyweight of Stalin's guards.
Key skills that every veteran of the tank brigade must master.
The sound of the 88-gun, which is very different from the sound of the 75-gun, is more like the sound of an iron bucket filled with water being slammed against the wall, rather than the crisp sound of the 75-gun like smashing a wine bottle.
Kulbalov, who was highly concentrated, recognized the sound of the cannon almost as soon as it sounded and marked it as a sure shot.
Realizing that he might have missed something, Malashenko immediately swung the commander's periscope in his hand. By chance, he found the target in his eyes without any calibration: two vehicles were aiming their muzzles at the black hole.
Tiger tanks in your direction!
Only the front projection of the square heads of the two tigers was exposed on the slope, and the rest of the car body was almost entirely hidden on the reverse slope after the breakthrough. This is always the case for Germans who know how to take advantage of their advantages and hide their weaknesses, but this
This does not stop Malashenko from making it a priority target.
"Kurbalov, destroy those tigers! The target is behind the slope at 10 o'clock. The troops continue to move forward, don't stop!"
It is impossible to explain all the details clearly in a short radio call. After all, this is a battlefield and not a military school classroom. How many layers of potential meanings are contained in Malashenko's brief order requires a lot of knowledge.
Erbalov went to experience and understand it himself.
A total of six IS2 heavy tanks temporarily stopped charging due to Malashenko's order. The huge turret guided the black 122mm main gun muzzle. It did not take long to accurately aim at the target and lock the enemy.
If you can't defeat the tiger, you can only bite the bullet and continue to charge. That's what the T34s of the medium tank brigade did yesterday. The is2 carrying the 122 heirloom gun has no fear of these German sick cats who dare to take the initiative to provoke.
Parking the car and eliminating it accurately is obviously the most correct and excellent choice at the moment.
"Aim, reload the main gun, quick, quick, quick!"
"Aimed!"
"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"
"Fire!"
boom--
A burst of muzzle flash spread rapidly, followed by a deafening roar, and six hooded armor-piercing rounds fired continuously within an interval of less than three seconds immediately hit the target.