Lavrinenko still remembers what Malashenko said to him with an anxious look on his face. Although he was really curious about how Malashenko knew this, he still believed in his good brother.
and the reason, Lavrinenko finally followed Malashenko’s advice and didn’t ask any more questions.
Are you going to try and fire on those Krauts' new heavy tanks?
This is the primary issue that Lavrinenko needs to face and consider now.
Frankly speaking, Lavrinenko doesn't even know whether the monsters opposite him are Tiger King.
He is not a time traveler like Malashenko. He cannot predict the future from the perspective of future generations and understand everything that may happen. His command and decision-making is bound to be very limited due to existing tactical thinking and cognition.
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When he reached the position of deputy division commander, Lavrinenko relied not only on his close relationship with Malashenko, but also on his own outstanding abilities and rich experience.
In a heroic and honorary unit like Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, relying solely on connections and opening the back door will not work. I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at such an elite unit in the name of its leader.
If Lavrinenko fails to meet the standards and the mud cannot support the wall, then even if Malashenko wants to help him to the position of deputy division commander, it is most likely that he will not be able to do it. He does not say it clearly, but in fact
The superiors who have been paying close attention will not tolerate a waste with high ambitions and low power in such a key position. It is enough to suffer the consequences of the purge once.
But it is precisely because Lavrinenko has the ability and experience to cope with the position of deputy division commander, so he will consider more when facing the problems and difficulties at this stage, because he is not only a commander, but also a horseman.
Frontline commander before Rashenko's arrival!
Lavrinenko told himself that he must bear all this responsibly and must think carefully before issuing orders.
It's a good thing to be able to kill those German heavy tanks with one shot, but what if you can't kill them with one shot? Do you have to try the second shot?
In the entire position, there is only one valuable heavy tank like his command vehicle, and it is also the only one that has the power to penetrate the Panther body with one strike. The other 85-gun small and medium tanks need to accurately aim at the turret.
Effective shooting, the importance of the command vehicle in this situation is undoubtedly undoubted. Simply put, it means that no waste of firepower is allowed.
What's more, the reloading time of a 122 Heirloom shot is really mind-numbing. Every opportunity to fire is extremely precious. It is by no means empty talk.
What should I do!? Should I fight or not?
In the brief moment when time seemed to stand still and the air even froze, Lavrinenko repeatedly changed countless possibilities in his mind, thinking about this matter from too many angles, thinking about every possible execution
possibilities and corresponding consequences.
It may sound like it takes a long time, but Lavrinenko did complete such complex deductions and related considerations in the blink of an eye, where he could almost feel his own breathing.
The almost suffocating pace of the battle will never leave Lavrinenko too much time to waste. There is already very little time left for thinking. Lavrinenko, who has made up his mind, is instantly determined.
With a look in his eyes, he resolutely gave the order.
"Ignore those heavy tanks and attack the German medium tanks first! Aim at the nearest Black Panther and prepare to fire!"
There is still no absolute certainty in choosing the long-distance option. After thinking about it, Lavrinenko still can't make up his mind and can't convince himself to take this gamble.
The Germans' new heavy tanks are indeed a great threat, but the Black Panthers who are about to kick their noses in the face right in front of them are even more threatening!
Those monster heavy tanks will indeed cause a lot of casualties, but judging from the fact that those things stop and shoot at such a long distance, Lavrinenko can basically determine that the mobility of these bastard shells will never be very good.
, trying to get through the current rugged, snow-covered, and icy cross-country road conditions will probably be a certain amount of trouble.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be better for those Germans to just put these heavy tanks on top to attack the city? There must be a corresponding reason for not doing so. And the Black Panther who had seen the Germans with his own eyes had to forcefully attack the city in Kursk.
He ran to Lavrinenko who spontaneously combusted, but he clearly knew the real "heart disease" problem of these cutting-edge tanks of the Germans.
The heavy tanks are so far away that they can't get over for the time being. Even if they start to get over now, it will still take a certain amount of time to maneuver.
The medium tank is already riding on the face, so close. To put it bluntly, if we let it go, there will be a possibility of breaking through the battle line at any time. The faces of the German infantry following the Black Panther can even be clearly seen.
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Lavrinenko knew what he was going to do next. There was only one way to do it. If he didn't hit the bunch of mid-tanks in front of him who were stomping on their noses and almost threatening their limits, then everything would be empty talk!
"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"
"Aim! Kraut's Panther!"
"Fire!"
boom--
A huge muzzle flash surged out from the huge muzzle brake at the front of the gun barrel, filling the air. The instantaneous firing shock wave even pressed out a small crater in the snow directly under the muzzle.
Snowflakes rippled in the cold and hot air, and the roaring 122mm hooded armor-piercing projectiles were sprinting forward at extremely high speeds. The Black Panther, which was no more than a hundred meters away and was accurately targeted, became the final unlucky target.
Ding-ding——
Hiss——
boom--
The sound of the hood hitting the armor, the twisting and deforming sound of the projectile tearing through the metal, and the sound of huge ammunition and fuel explosions were all combined together!
In just the blink of an eye, within a second or two that was difficult to react quickly, the Black Panther's turret and body armor were instantly torn into countless pieces and scattered in all directions. The little head flew straight into the air as if it were sitting on a rocket.
It took off and flew several meters into the air, until it suddenly fell into the snow with the twisted and deformed barrel of the gun pointing downwards, making no sound anymore.
Lavrinenko had no time to celebrate this fleeting victory. There were still more than a dozen Black Panthers who were about to charge into the position. Even those who "study with the prince" were trapped in the Black Panther group and on the two wings.
No. 4 is already imminent.
It was at this moment when Lavrinenko's nerves were as tense as a tightrope, that familiar voice heralding hope finally came from the car radio again.