The heavy projectile roared as it hit the armor plate on the front of the car body, splashing out dazzling metal sparks. The expected scene of piercing the armor plate on the spot and pouring into it did not happen.
One after another, the 122mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectiles were directly bounced away, pointing towards the sky, or they plunged into the armor plate on the front of the Panther's body and turned into non-penetrating artillery shells, or they were exhausted.
After piercing the armor's kinetic energy, it fell directly to the ground.
All in all, after the smoke, fire, and scattered snowflakes caused by the brief explosion disappeared, the Panthers one after another continued to fight their way out with the scarred armor on the front of the car body. Whether it was the unpenetrated bomb craters or
Or the scratches left after the cannonballs bounced off, almost silently explaining something.
The Red Army 122 family heirloom, which had been invincible in the past, seems to have become a useless and malfunctioning waste this time.
"Malashenko, the shooting is ineffective! Those...those German Panthers are still moving forward!"
Before Malashenko could make any practical response, Lavrinenko's obviously uncomfortable, even slightly panicked voice came from the radio transmitter hanging on the shelf at hand.
Get familiar with the voice.
No wonder Lavrinenko suddenly behaved so uncompassionately, everyone had almost the same reaction for the first time when this happened to him.
It's like there used to be a harmless little tabby cat next door to your house. You were ready to go up and tease it every day when you passed by, and every time you were successful and had a great time playing with it.
But on a seemingly ordinary morning, you pass by your neighbor's house and are about to tease the cat again, but suddenly you find that the cat is gone. In its place, a ferocious saber-toothed tiger is waiting for you without a chain.
It's coming towards you.
Are you petting a cat at this time? What the fuck! I’m scared to death and you’re petting the cat!
The Black Panther, which was originally something that could be manipulated at will, turned into a "precious thing" with a 122 gun that could not penetrate the armor on the front of the vehicle. The surprise and shock in the hearts of Malashenko and Lavrinenko was undoubtedly beyond words.
Lavrinenko was in a state of confusion, his brain was disconnected, and he still couldn't figure out what was going on with this extremely weird scene in front of him.
On the contrary, Malashenko, after being slightly surprised at first, gradually came to his senses and gradually guessed what was going on.
The group of German rags across the street who look almost the same as black panthers are probably pretending to be pigs and eating tigers!
Reminiscent of what the commander of the 4th Guards Tank Brigade had personally reported to him before, about the strange enemy tanks that looked like black panthers but could not be penetrated by 122 cannons. Malashenko, who had just woken up from a dream, until
Only then did I get the accurate answer: It turned out that it was not a Porsche King Tiger at all! It was a genuine, brand-new Panther 2 medium tank that had been upgraded with armor!
In the vast outer space, there are two mysterious planets, one named Anton Star and the other named Sergei Star.
It is said that there is a kind of local indigenous creature called "Black Panther 2" living on these two planets. Not only does it have a strong front armor that can carry the 122, the turret carries the Long 88 of the same model as the Tiger King, and even
It has greater horsepower and is comparable to the efficient engine of the first-generation main battle tank in the early Cold War. It has the three major advantages of firepower, protection, and maneuverability, making it a hero among medium tanks.
But...the earth is not one of those mysterious outer space planets. Malashenko really didn't expect that Black Panther 2, which only existed in the legend, would appear in front of him in such an outrageous way.
The armor protection seems to have indeed met the rumored design specifications, and there is no problem at all in carrying the 122 Heirloom on the front of the car body. The mobility performance does not seem to be a big problem, at least in terms of the current short-distance off-road performance, it is almost as good as
There is no obvious difference from the original ordinary Black Panther, and it can still maintain lightning-like and efficient maneuvering speed.
What about firepower? What is the most critical firepower output?
Malashenko opened his eyes wide again and glanced at the commander's periscope in front of him. He discovered that the group of Black Panthers rushing towards him on the opposite side did not seem to use the semi-curved mantlet turret that was the iconic feature of the past.
Instead... uh, how should I put it? Instead, a turret that is more similar to a polygonal trapezoid is used, which is placed directly on the body of the car and surges forward. It looks like a pyramid is placed on a base.
Same stuff.
If Malashenko guessed correctly, it can be determined based on this iconic appearance alone that these Black Panthers use the F-type turret of the last Black Panther 1, which is also the same type used on Anton and Sergei stars.
That thing with a length of 88.
But being on an alien planet does not mean that it is on the earth. Malashenko knows that for the extremely narrow internal space of the Panther F-type turret, trying to stuff an over-long and over-sized Long 88 into it is no different.
So idiots talk about dreams.
Let’s not talk about whether it can be installed. Even if it can be installed, the retreat distance of the breech block when the main gun fires is definitely not enough. There was a loud bang and it directly hit the turret rear bulkhead and destroyed the breech block.
It's definitely a foreseeable result.
The F-type turret can only carry 75 guns. Unless the Germans design a new type of turret, it is absolutely impossible for the Panther to carry the 88 gun!
Malashenko had this suspicion in his mind and firmed up his judgment, and immediately blurted out the contingency order that followed.
"Attention everyone! The Germans on the opposite side have invested in a new medium tank that is an improved variant of the Panther. The front of the tank can no longer be directly penetrated by the 122 gun. Don't make any more useless attempts! Focus on shooting the turrets of those Panthers.
There is still not enough to withstand the bombardment of our main artillery, keep firing! Hurry!"
To be honest, it is not an easy task to hit the high-speed maneuvering Panther F-type turret at a regular combat distance.
The Black Panther itself is known as a "small-headed son". The huge body is simply out of proportion to the small turret and pales in comparison. This is even more serious after the F-type turret, and the front projection area is further reduced.
The F-type turret once again reduces the chance of being hit in actual combat.
The vast majority of Panthers who died under the muzzle of the Red Army's 122 gun were shot through the head. There is a reason for this. Knowing that it can penetrate the vehicle body, no gunner is willing to aim and the chance of missing is even higher.
Tall turret.
But it was this inertial thinking and previous combat experience that led to the action of shooting the car body, which caused the failure just now and gave Malashenko a complete epiphany.
After the update order from the division commander resounded throughout the radio channel, relying on the explosive loading speed of the first few rounds of ammunition, the Red Army heavy tanks, which were quickly loaded again, once again moved towards the enemy who was getting closer.