At least once, during the first battle in Stalingrad, the Tiger tank's outrageously strong and irregular frontal protection gave Malashenko a headache.
Even at a distance of 600 meters, the hooded armor-piercing projectile fired from the 85mm D5T main gun cannot ensure a high probability of penetrating the tiger's extremely irregular and uneven face. If the angle is not correct, it will not be blessed by the positive effect of the cap.
Hooded armor-piercing bullets are even more troublesome.
But after all, the past is the past, and the past is the past. Not to mention the hero's bravery in the past, the current tiger is completely different from the past in front of the new 122 heirloom is2, and the situation is different.
The two Tigers, who had never tried to use their own armor to face the Russians' new heavy tanks, were obviously lucky. The ancient Chinese had an extremely accurate and appropriate description of this situation that has been passed down to this day, called "the coffin cannot be dropped without seeing it"
Tears, I will not give up until I reach the Yellow River."
Can the proudly sturdy armored turret be able to withstand the big, thick and terrifying main gun on the opposite side?
If you don’t know, of course, you can try it if you want to know.
However, with the easy-to-understand principle of "try or die", it is estimated that the two tigers at this moment have not considered so much at all. The thinking in a state of extreme confidence often does not consider what will happen if they fail.
What kind of consequences will come.
As human beings, not only in a state of despair, will they naturally believe in the good things they place their hopes on, but also in a state of overconfidence, or inflated state. The difference is only subjective thoughts and ideas.
It's just different from the state of mind.
However, the final result is still a fait accompli that does not depend on human subjective will. This is already a destined matter.
Boom boom boom——
After the innumerable number of violent explosions sounded in succession, the tiger's square face was hit by three armor-piercing bullets evenly distributed at the same time, and violent ammunition explosions occurred almost at the same time.
Let’s go to hell together.
The 122mm full-caliber hooded armor-piercing projectile hit the face with the kinetic energy of the propellant several times that of the 88 gun. Even the strong turret protection with uneven thickness could not save these two very swollen tigers.
As long as it penetrates the 122 Heirloom, which is basically the ammunition that will explode, it has an absolute tank-to-tank lethality rate of almost 100%. The "lethal amount" of the projectile warhead charge cannot be offset by the large enough space in the vehicle body.
The 11-ton turret was lifted directly into the sky using the "Lufthansa" rocket method, flying into the clouds and mist.
The 122 mm projectile that instantly detonated inside the turret not only instantly killed all three crew members in the turret, but the violent storm flames that spread inside the vehicle also swept away everything in the chassis of the vehicle body, destroying all the people on both sides of the vehicle body.
A total of more than 90 rounds of vehicle-mounted ammunition exploded instantly.
The final result was that when the two tigers' heads landed heavily on the ground a moment later, three holes on their faces that were larger than those of an adult male's fist were already burnt on the outside and black on the inside.
Just like a boxer with a gold belt who punched a street gangster to death, he didn't care and walked away, as if he just did a casual and trivial thing, not worth mentioning.
Watching the Russian steel monsters restart after a wave of salvos within his field of vision, the pursuers in front of them began to move forward and charge.
Wittmann, who did not receive a beating but instead cheated his teammates who had just arrived at the designated position, felt uncomfortable and at the same time did not know what to say.
The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and no one can accurately predict it. Who knows, one of the cannons on my side will kill someone, and the German guy who was beaten will kill his teammates instead of talking about it. Looking at the situation, it seems that he is still not found.
Precise location.
Otherwise, Wittmann would have probably had more armor-piercing bullets flying towards him long ago. He wouldn't be in a complete physical body now. He would be left here thinking like he was beaten into a puddle of flesh and placed in a raging place.
Barbecuing in a burning steel coffin is a predictable outcome.
Wittmann, who was about to continue giving the order to fire, suddenly hesitated. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as a moment of calmness based on reflection of reality.
But in short, Wittmann, whose entire forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, did stop issuing battle orders. From his slightly cramped breathing, it was difficult to tell what Wittmann was thinking at this moment.
something.
Hesitation? Or fear? Or both?
No one can tell clearly, except Wittmann himself who is willing to speak.
The terrifying scene of the two tigers under his command being blown off their heads was replayed in his mind like a slide show. He could still see it vividly. He felt like he had the sickle of death on his neck. He had never felt this kind of fear before.
It felt as if if I dared to fire one more boldly, I would immediately go to hell with those unlucky teammates.
This mountain-like sense of oppression that can almost crush the soul is extremely indescribable and indescribable. All the bitterness can only be decided by Wittmann himself who controls the fate of everyone in the car.
"We...what should we do now? Michelle, you'd better give us the order quickly, I'm serious."
Wittmann, as the commander of the train, was not the only person who was shocked by the brief but intense horrific impact just now.
At least Wittmann's condition is a little better. His messy mind is not empty. He is still thinking about meaningful things and what to do next.
On the contrary, all the remaining crew members, including the gunner, were almost dumbfounded.
The two teammate Tigers that had just arrived were spiraling into the sky without firing a single shot. The cruel reality of being defenseless was really too terrifying. It was terrifying enough to make the first one open his mouth to question Wittmann.
My hands and tongue are already stumbling.
Out of his duty as a soldier and his strong sense of honor as a special force, Wittmann wanted to order the battle to continue and immediately opened fire on the Russian heavy tanks that had not yet realized their true location.
But reason told Wittmann that a battle involving one against a hundred only existed in myths and legends. The enemy he faced not only had an absolute advantage in quantity, but was also superior in quality with overwhelming strength.
Ordering fire now, not to mention what kind of results can be achieved, from the perspective of the final result that can be expected, it is no different than committing suicide.
To survive or not to perish, this is a question worth thinking about.
When Wittmann, who had once expressed disdain for this, actually faced such a test, Wittmann realized that sometimes it was extremely difficult to take that step or take a step back.