This was supposed to be an armor-piercing projectile that would be ejected harmlessly as soon as it hit the ground. However, because the impact angle was too large, it scraped the ground and was ejected abruptly.
But what was more surprising was that right in front of the trajectory of the deflected artillery shell, a German Panther 2 rumbled over, with the armor on the lower crotch area pointed directly at the projectile.
In this way, the final result is an armor-piercing projectile that bounces and takes off instantly, whizzing upwards like a pinball that was hit hard by a kid, and happens to hit the Black Panther 2 blocking the front.
He lowered his crotch armor and hit it squarely in the center.
The angle of incidence of the projectile is excellent, and it can even be said that it cannot be better.
The excellent ballistic trajectory of bouncing on the spot and then flying diagonally upwards happened to offset the inherent inclination of the crotch armor under the front of the Panther 2 body. The armor in front of the projectile completely turned into a relatively vertical piece of infinity.
Effective protective armor.
The projectile suffered a lot of kinetic energy loss when it rubbed on the ground and bounced up, but the German armor plate lying in front of it was even weaker.
After ricocheting once on the ground, the 122mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile finally, without any suspense, directly penetrated the crotch armor of the unlucky Black Panther 2 with a relatively vertical incidence, and was poured into it on the spot.
The crotch armor was not the only iron block that blocked the trajectory of the projectile. Even after it was penetrated, there was also the mechanical transmission control device located immediately behind it that blocked the way.
The front-mounted transmission design of the Germans did indeed raise the height of the vehicle body. As a result, almost all the tiger and leopard men in the German tiger and leopard zoo were tall and easily exposed. However, in this special situation, the crotch armor of the men was penetrated.
Well, this design is not without its benefits.
The 122 armor-piercing projectile poured into the car hit the mechanical transmission device at the lower front end of the car body, followed by a loud explosion, detonating the charge of the projectile warhead, and exploded on the spot.
The transmission control device used to control the forward, reverse and steering of the tank was blown to pieces on the spot. A pile of twisted and deformed hot steel was directly squeezed together under the powerful impact, making it impossible to continue to use it.
The German driver and co-pilot, who were directly behind the transmission control device, sitting side by side on the left and right, were even more unlucky on the spot.
It can no longer be described with simple words such as "miserable death". The distance of the explosion close to the face was really too close. The violent flames of chemical energy were mixed with the scattered projectile fragments and metal fragments, and he was killed on the spot.
The two big living people tore into "sliced barbecue" and "meat mash", which were scattered all over the floor is a more accurate description.
The three people in the turret farther back also did not end well. Even though the explosion was relatively far away, the 122 armor-piercing projectiles with a sufficient charge in the warhead still caused a large number of sputtering projectile fragments and armor.
Fragment 4, inside the completely enclosed and solid tank, a metal storm exploded in an instant, with splashes and sparks flying out.
"ah!!!"
"Wow! My legs...my legs wow!"
People who are alive are not necessarily luckier than those who are dead, especially if you are swept through a sieve by metal fragments, with holes in your arms, legs and stomach, and blood is flowing like a fountain.
Watching my devastated and painful body rapidly passing away precious life, but I can only watch helplessly, almost unable to do anything, powerless, this feeling is really better than being beaten to death on the spot.
It's even more despairing.
"Abandon the vehicle! We have been penetrated. If we can still move, abandon the vehicle as soon as possible! Immediately!"
The German commander who only had a piece of flesh removed from his right arm is considered to be in the best condition. At least both of his legs are fine, and his left arm is completely intact and can move freely. In such a situation, "a dead fellow is not dead but a poor fellow."
"It is natural to slip away fastest at the critical moment.
"Uh...ah...damn! It hurts so much!"
The German commander struggled to climb out of the escape hatch at the rear of the turret that he had pushed open. His entire right arm was completely covered with unstoppable blood. The pain was like a "Sichuan opera face change". Originally, it was not bad.
The handsome Germanic face was now distorted like an abstract oil painting by Picasso.
The German commander's first reaction was to run for his life. He didn't even know the condition of his gunner and loader.
It was only when he had escaped from the car and climbed directly above the power cabin at the rear of the car that he was stopped from moving forward by the wailing cry for help coming from the turret behind him.
"Save me...save me, pull me out..."
The gunner, whose whole body was torn apart by the high-speed flying fragments and his intestines leaked out of his stomach, was holding his intestines that had flowed out of his body with one hand, and struggling with the other hand to reach towards the escape hatch at the rear end of the turret, towards the person who was facing him.
The commander looked at each other and asked for help.
Normally, the German commander is obliged to help his comrades, and they must escape together if they want to escape.
But in this battlefield where artillery fire is flying and death is howling, an inexplicable and terrifying intuition always lingers in my heart and cannot go away. Strong psychological hints are telling the German commander "Don't reach out" all the time.
The driver, who was already in danger of crossing the river, hesitated for less than a second and finally decided to escape alone.
Although his battlefield intuition was correct and accurate, and the final choice he made was appropriate from the perspective of his personal interests, it still could not save his life that was about to be wiped out.
Ding-ding——
call out--
Boom——
The tearing and impacting sound of projectiles hitting the armor, the screaming sound of breaking through the air one step later than the supersonic flying artillery shells, and the strong explosion of ammunition that followed...
The German commander, who had no sense of his own body, didn't know which voice sounded first. After that short moment, he couldn't even feel any pain.
The torn pieces of flesh and blood that had rotted into a pile of minced flesh were directly thrown upside down under the strong kinetic energy impact. Like a pile of mud, it went straight to another black car not far away.
The panther's armor plate was covered in scarlet.
"Damn, why did I see a German guy being blown out of the car? Is it such an exaggeration?"
The gunner who killed the stationary Black Panther 2 with one shot was wondering whether his eyes were deceived. But Lavrinenko, who had already locked his next target, had no interest in caring about such insignificant questions.
Comrade Deputy Division Commander, this is4 heavy tank, which is huge, heavy, and has a strong visual impact, still stands proudly in the enemy's artillery fire and remains standing. More unlucky Germans will lose their lives to this smoke.