There has never been any weapon or equipment in this world that is truly invincible. Every weapon has corresponding weaknesses that can be overcome at the beginning of its creation.
Just like Malashenko's No. 177 IS6 heavy tank, it is almost indestructible and indestructible at the same time. It has fought all the way and knocked down countless German tanks, but even so, it is not the same concept as a truly invincible weapon.
The more battles you experience, the greater the chance of your car overturning. This is the same principle as "if you often walk by the river, your shoes will not get wet."
The SS tanks, which were charging wildly and rushing left and right, had broken through the defensive position. Malashenko, who insisted on fighting, was commanding his vehicle, reversing within the allowed range and keeping a distance from the enemy as much as possible to avoid being approached.
But just the next second after Malashenko ordered the car to reverse, Malashenko habitually swung the commander's periscope in his hand to observe the surrounding situation and identify whether there was a high-threat target approaching, but suddenly he saw a
A Black Panther appeared out of nowhere and suddenly appeared behind a dilapidated house only twenty meters away from his car.
The audio positioning in the game was completely unrealistic and useless on the battlefield. Malashenko's ears were filled with the sound of gunfire and the roar of diesel engines. It was only then that he finally realized his negligence.
Carelessness caused the Panther tank to successfully approach such a dangerous distance before being discovered. A loud emergency order was naturally inevitable.
"Turn the turret right, there is a German Panther charging towards you at one o'clock! Kill it first!"
Although Malashenko has tried his best to make up for his mistakes with the fastest reaction...
However, luck will eventually run out, and Malashenko's emergency order came too late.
boom--
Ding-ding——
Click, click, click——
"Damn, there's something wrong with the sound! We're in big trouble!"
The weapons in their hands are like their lovers to the soldiers on the battlefield. Every detail of her is always treasured in the hearts of the veterans. Just like if you love a girl well, you will get an equal reward. The weapons are carefully maintained and cared for.
She will also reward the veterans who use her with the best performance, as has always been the case.
The concussive sound of an armor-piercing bullet hitting the car was heard instantly. The first person to realize that the sound was definitely not right was Iushkin, and immediately after Iushkin's loud roar came Seryosha's words again.
Nothing bad but bad news.
"The right track has been destroyed! We can't move, Comrade Commander!"
The 75mm full-caliber armor-piercing hooded projectile hit the right track pad of Malashenko's car without missing a beat.
The is6 heavy tank that was still reversing immediately became sluggish like a beast with a broken leg. The tracks flying backwards made a tooth-piercing and ear-numbing grinding sound, like an old tape cassette being sucked out.
When the tape is gone, all that's left is the empty hub.
Seryosha, who was always well aware of the situation in his car, reacted quickly. The sense of deflection coming from the right side of him was so real. To put it bluntly, it was like a fighter pilot in the back seat.
Even with my eyes closed, I can still clearly feel in which direction the plane is performing overload maneuvers.
Seryosha's blurted report brought the most unexpected bad news to Malashenko. The destruction of the track was a rare and low-probability event on the battlefield. Suddenly, he encountered this situation.
There was indeed a moment that Malashenko felt unexpected.
"Let's keep fighting! Iushkin, keep aiming and fire to kill that bastard!"
If Malashenko, who had control over the battle situation before, was sure of victory, then Malashenko, who issued such an order at this moment, was really taking a life-threatening gamble.
To face the enemy head-on with side armor whose defensive weight is far inferior to that of the frontal main armor belt, let alone whether it can take away the Panther that just fired a shot, the safety of Malashenko's crew is already in danger.
A state of peril.
This extremely tricky first shot had already broken the track. Who knows if the second shot would hit the completely vertical side armor of the lower half of the car body.
If this is the case, there is no suspense at all with the 75mm penetration depth of the Black Panther's fishing rod. Being able to explode without ammunition and leave a whole body is the best ending that Malashenko can think of.
Malashenko did take this into consideration, but still did not hesitate at all.
Rather than abandoning the car and running away immediately, Malashenko prefers to kill the enemy in front of him before considering other issues. He never leaves the decision-making power of life and death in the hands of the enemy and allows himself to be manipulated. This is Marashenko.
Ke's consistent style from beginning to end.
The is6 heavy tank that has been unable to move is still rotating the turret rapidly. The rotation speed under the blessing of the electric steering gear is no slower than any medium-sized tank with a hand-operated steering gear. It is even worse. The black hole of the huge gun muzzle is rotating.
Quickly point to the target in front of you at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Generally speaking, if encountering the current situation, immediately maneuvering the position should be the best choice for the Panther tank without any accidents. After all, the power of the 122 Heirloom is already famous on the battlefield, and any German armored vehicle will be attacked by this thing.
Targeted, except for the thick-skinned scrap metal man who can barely withstand the heavy blast of armor-piercing bullets, no other German tank can withstand it.
But obviously, the SS commander on the other side didn't think so.
I don’t know when I started to keep an eye on this heavy tank with an obviously distinctive shape. The experienced SS commander judged that this must be an enemy command vehicle, at least at the level of a battalion commander.
A high-end car that only officers can enjoy. After all, the extra slender antenna on the butt can definitely be seen as long as the eyes are not blind.
The SS commander did not intend to escape in such a mess. On the contrary, he wanted to kill the Russian heavy tank that had caused too much trouble here with his own hands. At least that was his intention in his mind, and of course the actual actions were the same.
made.
Staying still in place for precise aiming, the Panther tank, which fired steadily, was loading shells quickly. Iushkin's action of controlling the turret to aim at the target also reached the final critical moment. Even time and breathing seemed to last in these seconds that lasted like years.
It stopped for a while.
boom--
The gunfire rang out and the smoke dispersed.
The full-caliber armor-piercing projectile that shattered the hood continued to advance along the ballistic trajectory, tearing open the armor. The warhead charge that successfully detonated immediately brought complete destruction and catastrophe. The heavy steel turret was as straight as a rocket.
It rose to the sky and then fell heavily to the ground.
Green smoke curled from the muzzle, and the one standing with the remaining warmth lingering until the end was the No. 177 IS6 heavy tank that had broken a leg but was still fighting!