The muzzle velocity of the Iron Fist armor-piercing projectile that flew straight down the mop-rod-like launch tube was not high, and its forward trajectory could even be distinguished with the naked eye.
The German machine gunner who was changing the bullet chain heard the roaring sound of the wind, and his horrified eyes were immediately cast in the direction of the armor-piercing bomb.
But eyes cannot stop the murder weapon from moving forward. Everything that should come will eventually come, just as what is destined to happen will never change.
"It's over, everything is over..."
The regrets in my heart did not turn into words and blurted out. This was not because of subjective unwillingness, but because the German team of machine gunners and deputy machine gunners really did not have time to do these things.
The Iron Fist cone-shaped armor-piercing projectile, which is like a large weight, hits the target accurately and without any bias. The Iron Fist, which was originally used to deal with armored targets, can still produce terrifying explosions even when dealing with ordinary targets. If you think that metal
An armor-piercing projectile in which the jet is condensed to one direction point will not produce a horrific explosion like a high-explosive projectile. That would be a big mistake.
The violent roaring flames and blast swallowed up everything around them, and the damage trajectory of the armor-piercing projectile condensed into a hot metal jet directly penetrated the gun mantlet, tearing the chest of the German gunner who was squarely on the path of the ballistic advance.
The flames and shock waves set off bursts of dust, impacting everything around them. The fragments of human body limbs and frozen soil were carried up into the sky by the explosion shock wave.
The moment the explosion sounded, it was accompanied by a large amount of smoke and dust. No one knew what was hidden behind the mist. Only when the smoke dissipated could the truth be understood.
The MG42 standing on the snowdrift had completely disappeared after the smoke and dust dissipated, leaving only a small snow hill with a small top cut off.
Also missing were the two German machine gunners.
The German machine gunner team that had just been reloading their guns rapidly encountered complete destruction. The Panzerfaust rockets that were able to penetrate the main armor belt on the front of the T34 were not in vain.
There is no way of knowing how it feels to be wiped out by one's own weapons. The only things left behind are traces of blood on the ground and large pieces of broken meat. The metal jet destroyed everything on the path of the ballistic path the moment it was formed.
All in all, the flesh and blood bodies of the two German machine gunners, the first and second officer, were simply not enough to withstand all this.
"Knock it out! The German machine gun is finished!"
The veteran of the combat engineer battalion who hit the target confirmed the result through the gradually dissipating smoke, and his excited and high-pitched roar instantly spread through the minds of his surrounding comrades.
"Well done! Pick up your weapons and follow me, Ula!!!"
It was the young company commander who ordered the veterans of the Combat Engineer Battalion to knock off the MG42. He grabbed the Bobosha 41 next to him, and it was still him who shouted the charge slogan with his real arm.
Youth is not only derogatory in terms of lack of experience and stupidity, but also in a positive sense of passion and enthusiasm.
Youth is the most essential driving force for the endless stream of patriots!
The patriots with firm beliefs picked up the weapons in their hands and charged forward quickly. All kinds of automatic light weapons opened fire violently, hitting the incoming enemy with fiery barrages.
The German army, which did not already have an advantage in close combat automatic firepower configuration, was now even more overwhelmed by the opponent's high morale.
There is definitely no shortage of brave men in elite teams like the German Wehrmacht, but brave men also need battlefield advantages that are equal to their courage, otherwise everything will be empty talk on this cruel battlefield.
The Red Army soldiers, who were equally brave and courageous, swept the enemies to the ground one after another. The rout and defeat of the German infantry seemed inevitable based on the current situation.
On the other side, the German heavy armored troops, known for their tough armor and sharp artillery, were still desperately resisting, trying to effectively fight back against these Russian steel behemoths that were rushing towards them.
Malashenko's No. 177 IS4 heavy tank command vehicle still rushed to the front of the team, and continued to advance wildly with dents and craters all over the main armor belt on the front of the tank. The German armored soldiers who had already missed once were watching. There was nothing that could be done about this scene happening.
"Armor-piercing bullets! Keep loading, quick!"
"Are you crazy? That won't work on the Russian monster, don't be stupid!"
"Keep shooting, hit its tracks! We must stop it, quickly!"
The messy radio sound filled the entire channel and spread everywhere. The German gunners, who either gave in or were dissatisfied, finally aimed at possible weaknesses again under the orders of their respective commanders and fired repeatedly, but the final result was It's the same as it was a moment ago, basically the same.
Ding ding ding ding——
crackling——
"It can't be penetrated! We can't penetrate that Russian monster at all!"
"Führer! What the hell is this!?"
"Come again! Hit the base of its cannon, shoot again, hurry up!"
One of the ultimate tenets that soldiers abide by is to never give up until the last moment. On this point, the commanders of the German armored forces clearly understood this and did a good job.
The high-speed whistling armor-piercing bullets came out one after another, like a magnet that attracted most of the armor-piercing firepower to Malashenko's car, but it was still under the fierce bombardment of the extremely ferocious armor-piercing bullets. Everything is fine, nothing unusual.
What was left to the German armored soldiers was their steel bodies that were riddled with bomb craters and continued to charge bravely.
The word despair can be applied to many situations, such as the current group of German armored soldiers.
When you know that all your efforts are in vain, your powerful opponents stand firm like rocks in the sea, while you yourself are just a small wave and cannot play a decisive role at all, and are almost incompetent.
Out of the instinct of all carbon-based organisms living on this blue planet, surrendering seems to be the most appropriate decision when you try your best but still get nothing.
In his later years, Malashenko mentioned in his memoirs that the unit of the 502nd Heavy Armored Battalion of the Wehrmacht encountered in the Battle of Cherkasy was indeed quite tenacious in the battle.
They are not fanatical scum like the SS. They are a group of loyal soldiers who obey orders and perform honorably in battle. They are a model of fighting spirit that many small countries' armies should learn from.
However, the crushing force of absolute strength forced this group of armored elites of the National Defense Forces to surrender. Malashenko mentioned in his memoirs that he was very happy that there were no fanatical Nazi scum among this group of people. They just adhered to the orders to the end and fulfilled their orders. It is your sacred duty as a soldier, nothing more. You do not have to personally order the execution of the target, you only need to send it to the prisoner of war camp in the rear.
And they had indeed completed their mission, fighting to the last moment before the point of no return, then surrendered and left their cars.
"I must admit that I rarely encounter German opponents who deserve my respect. The 502nd Heavy Armored Battalion of the Wehrmacht is undoubtedly one of them."
Even though there was great hatred and irreconcilability between the United States and the Soviet Union, which were facing each other across the sea during the Cold War, the New York Times Magazine finally chose this comment from Malashenko as its cover slogan, just this once.