The huge fire and flames tore apart the welded rolled homogeneous steel armored car body, and quickly spread into a huge fireball that shook the earth.
The heavy turret was lifted vertically like a rocket and launched. After the headless tiger body receded from the wave of flames, only a burning headless corpse was left, or a body filled with roasted minced meat.
The steel crematorium, any way of describing it is acceptable and appropriate.
Wittmann, who had experienced such a scene once, witnessed the tragedy again. The Tiger tank newly assigned to his command was once again bombarded to pieces by those Russian monsters and torn into pieces.
Steel parts all over the sky were thrown away by the strong explosion shock wave. After all, the person who didn't want to die was his own Wittmann, but it was also difficult to bear such a tragic situation.
It is true that a dead Taoist friend is not dead but a poor Taoist. You must find ways to survive, but a dead person can't do anything.
However, the scene in front of me was also not the result I wanted. There was nothing I could do about it. I could only watch it happen but could do nothing, and I was even more powerless to stop it.
The Russian heavy tanks were so powerful that they were almost impossible to contend with. With Wittmann's command experience, he couldn't even figure out how to reasonably fight against these monsters.
When the black gun muzzle turned towards him, Wittmann swore that he did not trust the seemingly reliable and thick armor of the car at all. The strong sense of crisis guided by his keen sixth sense and the feeling of being strangled by the throat were simply oppressive.
It's so hard that you can't breathe! All you can do is avoid the black muzzle, unless you really don't want to live, then there are exceptions.
Big beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped on his boots, making a crisp but imperceptible sound.
No one can hear this secret sound, just like no one can understand Wittmann's true state of mind at this moment.
"Stop! The Russians have overfired! Fire before it's loaded, hit its turret, do it!"
The almost roaring order echoed in the turret. After receiving the order, the gunner quickly stepped on the steering pedal under his feet, driving the heavy tiger head to guide the slender barrel to aim at the target. The roaring electric shock fired the main gun.
After a moment.
boom--
Ding-ding——
call out--
It was an unknown number of useless attacks that made Wittmann a little numb. It seemed that one shot was ineffective and being bounced away by a ricochet was a natural thing. It was bound to happen. Destroying the Russian tank was just a fantasy.
The armor-piercing projectile hit the bullseye, hitting the enemy's left gun mantlet from Wittmann's perspective. It bounced straight away without any suspense and shot diagonally into the sky, leaving a bright tracer trail like a falling meteor.
Another failure was not unacceptable, but at this moment Wittmann felt that he was really going crazy.
The sides of the turret, the front of the turret, the gun mantlet at the base of the gun, and even the sides of the car body, which are the most fragile on ordinary tanks, the Tiger tank under me, which is famous for its powerful 88-gun, has tried them all, but no matter what, it failed.
It is impossible to defeat this monster tank, which is almost invincible and indistinguishable.
The word "weakness" does not apply to the steel monster in front of him at all. Wittmann really wanted to howl like crazy. What is the real weakness of this Russian heavy tank that was made by someone who knows how!?
Not only Wittmann's car, but also the Tigers who followed Wittmann, and even the remaining Panther and No. 4 in front of the position, were also heading towards the rock that was like a rock in the stormy sea.
Stand tall with ultimate target set fire shooting.
A total of six armor-piercing rounds, with a shrill roar, landed on the strongest frontal main armor defense belt of the entire tank.
Amidst the clanging sound, sparks flew and tracers flew, but the steel monster that was parked firmly in place didn't even bother to move, as if it was a giant bear resting in its own territory.
Just ignore the mosquito bites on your body and ignore all these tickling attacks.
Wittmann could clearly see that the monster's frontal main armor defense belt had several more uneven and shallow pits. The armor on the front of the entire car body looked more like a scene of pits on the surface of the moon than a moment ago. It was almost the same.
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Everyone is looking forward to a miracle, praying that one of the bursts of armor-piercing bullets just penetrated the armor, but did not cause the ammunition to explode. Soon there will be a Russian guy who is dizzy and vomiting blood from the car.
He opened the lid and struggled to climb out, hoping to abandon the car and escape to save his life.
The electromechanical crews, who were holding on to the machine guns on the car body, vowed not to let go of these Russians who abandoned the car and escaped. With their hands stained with the blood of so many comrades, they let these hateful Russians accompany their steel monsters.
Burial is the best.
However, the God of War once again chose to side with the enemy, abandoning the SS armored soldiers who were screaming in surprise.
"Oh, shit! Oh my god! That monster is still moving, he's turning the turret! What a ghost!"
"Enrit! The turret is aiming at you, reverse! Hurry and reverse to avoid it!"
The blind tone noise of the radio being forcibly interrupted, accompanied by the huge firelight rising from the ground in an instant, was shocking.
There is nothing more terrifying than being accurately hit by the huge cannon of this Russian monster. It was penetrated by those Russian heavy tanks that had already replaced new guns, but the caliber increase was not that excessive. With the Black Panther
The large space of the Tiger's body may also dilute part of the blasting effects, and one or two people may be lucky enough to survive.
But in front of this huge cannon, whose caliber is still unknown, the only scene that Wittmann had ever witnessed was a car being blown up on the spot. After one car was blown up, the next one continued to explode! The blasted corpses were flying.
, the body and head were separated, and the turret was lifted several meters or even more than ten meters high as if it was launched! The whole vehicle was blown to pieces, and it can be seen everywhere that it was directly restored to the state of parts.
Another Panther tank that did not belong to his command was blown into pieces. The blackened and burning turret and the engine that flew out of the power compartment fell in two different directions. The wreckage of the vehicle body was divided into three points and a line.
They were probably ten meters apart from each other, which was shocking.
Wittmann, who had connected to the public radio communication channel to facilitate coordinated operations, heard the Panther commander's miserable cry before his death as he watched the enemy fire on him, but was helpless. What a feeling it was like.