The dust settled in the final battle of life and death in just a moment. Malashenko and his crew members had the last laugh, even if it was only temporary.
The two tanks that opened fire at almost the same time fired out the armor-piercing projectiles ready for use in their respective chambers. The two armor-piercing projectiles flew at high speed and screamed through the air. In the process of facing each other and attacking their high-speed enemies, the nearest
At that moment, they were only less than five centimeters apart.
Who knows whether it was caused by the high-speed airflow at extremely close range and changed the trajectory of the ballistic trajectory, or whether it was because the SS gunner was too nervous at the last critical moment and his hands shook for a moment. Anyway, all of this
There is no way to verify it, and there is no wonderful high-speed camera playback to watch.
All in all, the armor-piercing projectile fired by the Black Panther hit the side of Malashenko's body, where the inclined armor and the vertical armor meet, a little bit above it, but it did not hit the spot where it would take just one blow.
Penetrating vertical armor area.
If the Black Panther wants to penetrate the IS6 heavy tank, even if it is facing the side armor, it still needs precise aiming. A slight deviation will cause such irreparable consequences, but who can use the gun in Iushkin's hands?
Good 122 heirlooms are different.
Iushkin, who operated the height machine and direction machine with both hands at the same time for aiming, did it in one go. With no sloppy movements, almost as soon as the steering machine completed the steering, he simultaneously calibrated the height machine responsible for the elevation of the main gun in place.
The engraved lines are perfectly aligned and fit right on the front armor plate, which is the strongest part of the Panther tank.
Precise aim? Are you kidding me?
Sorry, no need at all!
Iushkin's right hand had already left the hand wheel of the high and low machine, and he directly placed his hand on the firing lever next to the breech block and instantly pulled the trigger.
After a loud bang, all that was left of the 122mm heirloom was the smoke still drifting out from the muzzle brake.
Instead, there was a scene where the chassis of the Panther tank, whose turret was blown off by a single shot, turned into a steel crematorium, and the dull echo of the head falling to the ground with black smoke from mid-air.
"Target destroyed! That Panther is finished!"
Iushkin, who was looking highly nervous, finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming the results of the battle from the running area. However, Malashenko, who was holding the commander's periscope and could not even take a second look at the results of the battle, at this moment.
His expression was still frowning, but it became worse and worse.
"Get your weapons and prepare to abandon the vehicle! Wait for my order!"
Although he had expected such a result, when Malashenko actually blurted out such an order, the slightly unbelievable Iushkin immediately turned around with a slightly surprised expression.
"There are Germans everywhere outside! We should stay and continue fighting, Comrade Commander! At least this is still an indestructible steel fortress!"
Before Iushkin finished speaking, Malashenko, who was already looking down for the Somi submachine gun next to his seat, responded directly without thinking.
"There's no point in staying here any longer. If you don't want to die, come with me. Staying here any longer will only lead to death!"
The significance of staying is to continue to use direct anti-armor firepower and contribute to holding on to the position, but the war situation at this moment does not allow Malashenko to make such a decision.
The SS tanks have torn a hole in the defense line and are pouring in. The faces of the SS infantry who are following up are full of ferocity. Vallo, who has received the order from Malashenko to hold his position.
Major Sha is leading the few remaining soldiers around him to fight fiercely with the enemy. A bloody and life-threatening close combat is taking place at the moment.
The Black Panther suddenly appeared from an unexpected place, which not only caused Malashenko a huge moment of trouble, but also made Malashenko realize an objective reality problem that he must face.
Continuing to stay in a tank with broken tracks and unable to move is tantamount to a dead end. SS tanks that may suddenly attack from any direction are bound to beat up the trapped dog with the attitude of "taking advantage of your illness to kill you"
, attacking one after another, trying to destroy this IS6 heavy tank whose importance can be judged just by its appearance.
With his little bit of luck and the tacit cooperation of the entire crew, Malashenko was indeed able to escape from the gunshot and survive once.
But as for whether there is a second time, this is a profound question worth thinking about, but Malashenko will have to risk his life and the lives of everyone in the car to make a dangerous attempt again.
Again and again, not again and again. Driven by instinct and not wanting to gamble with his life, Malashenko didn’t even want to take a second big gamble. As the commander of the car, he not only has to be responsible for himself, but also for this one.
The whole car is in charge of itself, and the brothers who obey any orders unconditionally are responsible for it.
Ordering the vehicle to be abandoned was the only choice Malashenko could make, even though he was reluctant to do so.
Bang——
Malashenko pushed hard and lifted the top of the turret above his head. He poked out half of his head. Bullets were flying all around him, and the battlefield was filled with the roar of engines and explosions. It was a cruel and unusual battlefield.
Every wisp of air that could be breathed was filled with the strong and pungent smell of gunpowder and blood. Seeing that the next enemy tank had not yet appeared around him, Malashenko immediately gave an order.
"Hold the gun! Everyone follow me!"
The is6 prototype tank manufactured by Kogin was very strange in that it did not have an escape hatch under the vehicle. Malashenko grabbed the outer edge of the turret with one hand and slid down the outer wall of the turret. It was not until this moment that he
Only then did I realize this terrible problem that deserves to be complained about.
If one of my brothers is really beaten to death here, then this old boy Ke Jing will have to take the blame!
Fortunately, Malashenko's worst fear did not happen.
The SS troops who were fighting fiercely around them seemed to be busy with their own battles and had no time to pay attention. No one could notice in time that several large living people came out of a Russian heavy tank here.
Watching this scene, Malashenko even had some doubts. Most likely, the missing Panther was accidentally hit in his face. Who knows whether this was a stroke of luck or not.
"Comrade Commander, everyone is here, what should we do when we get off?"
Iushkin, who was holding Bobosha tightly, squatted next to Malashenko, nervously scanning the dangerous battlefield environment around him, and asking questions to Malashenko.
Relying on the huge size of his car, Malashenko, who was still somewhat sheltered for the time being, was also considering this issue.
After quickly scanning the battlefield with his sharp eyes like an eagle, Malashenko finally found the figure he was looking for. He moved the Somi in his hand forward and immediately stepped forward, taking the lead.