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Chapter 1537 The Broken Village (1)

Chapter 1537 The Broken Village (Part 1)

"Come on! We can't retreat. If we retreat, we will be dead! The Bolshevik tanks will not let us go! There is no way we can outrun these iron guys!"

"But...but, what are we going to use to deal with those tanks? We don't even have a decent anti-tank gun. How can we use mortars to hit the Bolshevik tanks?"

The anti-armor weapons of World War II were not the RPG-7 rocket launchers that were popular in later generations. Even the guerrillas were able to popularize them on a large scale.

The anti-tank equipment these days is not only rare but also extremely precious. It is a top-grade weapon among infantry weapons and equipment, and most of them are too heavy to carry, such as anti-tank guns and anti-tank guns.

Even to carry a relatively simple anti-tank gun, it needs to be broken into two parts. One person carries the barrel, and the other person carries the body. In addition, it is also necessary to hang several bags full of special bullets for anti-tank guns.

, the weight of these gadgets combined cannot be considered easy to carry at all.

Because of this, the entire light infantry lineup, in order to pursue Anton's trip to be light-armed and simple, brought the most powerful firepower to the small-caliber mortars that could be carried away. Other than that, there were only

The machine gun, which is the mainstay of the infantry squad's firepower, to be honest, I really didn't expect to encounter the enemy's tank troops beforehand. Now I am completely blind after confronting this steel monster.

Shouhou, who was eager to stabilize his morale, had no other choice after hearing this. He could only simplify and repeat what Anton had just told him, and first hold on to the poor village.

"There are anti-armor weapons. The leader has already taken people to get them! They are placed behind the village and will be there soon! They are the new secret weapons of the Germans. They are very powerful and can kill Bolshevik tractors with one shot, so give them to me quickly.

Fight back and hold the position! If we can't hold it, all of us will die, do you understand!?"

Thin Monkey's tone when he said this was quite vicious, and he also took out his very cherished Ruger pistol from his waist. He accidentally picked it up from the corpse of a German officer who had no idea how he died.

Picked up from above.

Skinny Monkey, who has never seen such a delicate small pistol, was immediately fascinated by the precise German craftsmanship. He usually maintains it carefully, wipes it again and again, and has not even fired a few shots at the target. Regardless of the moment.

No matter how carefully I take care of it, I don't want to use it, but it's finally time to use it to go to the battlefield.

Seeing the vicious look on the face of the thin monkey holding a Luger pistol, the little bandit leader felt that his whole body was instantly chilled from head to toe. He did not dare to neglect, and quickly nodded and bowed in agreement, and then hurriedly turned around and ran again.

Heading in the direction we came from just now.

"Damn it! You're obviously just here to make some money. This was all agreed upon in advance. How come it ended up like this?"

The thin monkey was cursing and complaining as he sped towards the defensive position at the entrance of the village.

This is not to say that he now wants to join the battle and risk his life with the Red Army, but he is really forced to do nothing. If he does not risk his life, he will only die. It is a helpless move, mixed with complaints, worries, and the helplessness of not knowing whether he can defeat the enemy.

Confidence.

But even if Shouhou, the bandit leader, plans to fight the Red Army, will it really make any big difference to the war situation?

That is obviously not possible, and can even be said to be a slim hope.

In the Red Army's charging queue less than 300 meters away from the village entrance, Malashenko, who was at the forefront of the team, commanded his car. At this moment, he had retracted into the turret, closed the hatch and entered combat mode.

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This T43 medium tank is designed as the main front-line production tank of the Red Army. Compared with Malashenko's IS4 heavy tank prototype command vehicle, the various equipment in the vehicle can no longer be described as huge.

It can be said to be extremely shabby, just like the difference between a fully equipped Audi A8 and a second-hand Alto.

The gunner's independent wide-angle periscope newly developed by Kotin based on Malashenko's ideas and suggestions does not exist on the T43 medium tank. Iushkin has to use his own high-magnification, narrow-field main gun sight as before.

Difficult to find the enemy.

The commander's periscope on Malashenko's side is not much better. There is no upgraded commander's periscope that can rotate 360 ​​degrees for observation and has a wider field of view.

All around Malashenko's eyes were the same small periscopes with independent fixed viewing angles as the original T34. This made Comrade Ma, who was used to the IS4 heavy tank upgrade configuration system, feel extremely uncomfortable.

The only good news is probably that loader Artyom's heavy loading work has been greatly relieved.

The D-5T main gun, which uses 85mm custom shells, no longer has to be loaded twice like the 122 Heirloom of the Red Army heavy tanks, with projectiles and propellants respectively. Moreover, the overall weight of the shells is obviously not in the same level, and is much lighter.

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Artyom, who is used to loading 122 shells, is now very good at loading these 85mm custom shells. The speed and loading efficiency are so high that he is like Popeye eating spinach.

Often when Iushkong fires a shot, the breech moves backward and spits out the hot shells before it can aim at the next target. Artyom has already pushed a new shell into the chamber, and even moved it along the way.

The next shell that reached his feet was held in his arms, waiting to be loaded at any time. Iushkin could now give full play to his artillery skills and fire as fast as he could.

"The enemy has no anti-tank guns, Iushkin! Fire freely and shoot down the machine guns first!"

"I know, I'm taking aim! Don't rush me!"

boom--

Before the hurried conversation in the car ended, the muzzle of the 85mm main gun outside the car was already shaking violently and spraying out blazing fire.

There are not many bunkers left in this abandoned village that have been shelled. The so-called defensive position at the entrance of the village is just a few broken houses and a few low walls that were blown up by the shells.

This level of basic defense is barely enough to withstand small arms fire, but if you want to withstand high-explosive projectiles from tank main guns, it is tantamount to wishful thinking. Even the current small-caliber 85mm shells in the Red Army tank guns are the same.

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The violent explosion of fire blasted the low wall made of mud and dry grass into pieces instantly, and large chunks of soil flew into the air, along with the remains of human bodies, broken arms, and pieces of flesh and blood.

A strong wind blows, and you can only feel the strong and pungent smell of blood and the smell of unburned gunpowder in the air. The enemy's machine gun bullets and tank shells are still hitting, screaming through the air.

Familiar people around you will continue to die every minute, and they will be killed on the spot. Such scenes are enough to make anyone who is not determined to fight feel an abyss of despair.

(End of chapter)


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