The only person who can save Keshel is himself, and Calvus knows this very well.
Seeing the two is6s that were paralyzed to the ground and unable to move, they still did not give up and continued to fight. In his heart, he just cursed these Russians for being so stubborn. However, Kalvus had no other choice and risked everything to fight. This is the moment.
the only option.
"Charge up! Hit the one on the left with the fastest turret first!"
The threats from the two IS6s vary greatly. Killing the one whose turret is about to finish aiming first is the top priority right now. The King Tiger with the turret call number 217 moved forward at the fastest speed under the calm command of Calvus. The long and dark 88
Inside the barrel is a full-caliber capped armor-piercing round that has already been loaded into the chamber.
There is only one chance. If he misses it, Keshel will definitely die, and the next person to die will be himself.
Kalvus, who also leaned half of his upper body out of the turret in order to get a better view, held his breath and concentrated. When the No. 217 Tiger King, traveling at full speed cross-country, finally passed the expected best shooting point, his right hand was placed on his throat.
Calvus, who didn't put down the button on the microphone, just screamed and made a quick decision.
"Aim at the rear of the turret and fire!"
boom--
The tense and suffocating battle against the clock didn't even have time to completely stop the tank and shoot accurately. If Kalvus didn't give the order to fire, the next gunshot would be the iconic roar of the Russian 122 cannon. Damn it.
People will be Kosher, without exception.
Rather than miss the opportunity, it is better to attack decisively.
Even if the accuracy of firing while moving cannot be guaranteed at all, it is still better than doing nothing and everything is bet on this shell that can determine life or death.
Ding-ding——
boom--
Maybe it’s because he’s really lucky, or because it’s relatively easy to hit a stationary target, coupled with the gunner’s superb gunnery skills and the long-88’s outstanding accuracy, as well as the various ways to close the distance after sprinting for a while.
The sum of factors leads to the current result.
But whatever the reason, Calvus succeeded.
The 88 mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile, screaming in the wind, broke through the armor on the back of the turning IS6 turret and hit it accurately.
The first ready-to-fire ammunition rack placed at the rear end of the turret could not withstand such a violent bombardment. The only result was that the ammunition was detonated by the charge of the projectile warhead that exploded instantly. The loud explosion that soared into the sky accompanied by the flames destroyed this.
The IS6 was dismembered on the spot and exploded into pieces.
Not only was the turret directly ripped off the vehicle body, but even the running gear and road wheels were blown away like a drink bottle kicked away by a naughty boy. They flew far away, smoking and on fire, trailing black smoke.
In the wake, the entire vehicle was packed full to the brim and went out. Only a few rounds of the remaining 122 cannons were used, and the detonation power was so terrifying.
Don't expect that the tragic death of his comrades will have any effect on these Russians. Even if they only have the last car left, Karvus firmly believes that this group of extraordinary enemies will definitely continue to fight.
There is no such thing as giving up in the dictionary, let alone surrender.
What happened next was just as Calvus expected. The other paralyzed is6 not far away was still turning the turret desperately, as if it was blown up and hit the turret with a loud bang.
The ringing wreckage of half a road wheel did not have any impact on it at all. The only goal in the eyes of these Russians was to kill the sworn enemy who had been targeted until death.
"Kosher! Don't stop, that Russian car is still aiming at you!"
Calvus, who was getting angry, was roaring and shouting.
"I know! I know!!! Damn it! I have to find a way to kill it, we both fire together, you have to help me!"
Koshel was so nervous that his voice changed, and his hands began to shake. Even the ace elite could not remain absolutely calm when facing death, not to mention that this was still more exciting than death.
Waiting in despair for the time of death.
Either you die or I live, there is no other possibility.
Seeing that the Russian artillery line was about to catch up with him, Kosher was desperate and violent. No matter what, I will support you even if you die. Let's see who can defeat whom! The most primitive instinct of male creatures not to admit defeat.
It is most vividly reflected in this moment.
"Stop! Prepare to shoot, aim at the side armor, let's kill it!"
Koschel's No. 213 Tiger King suddenly braked and stopped like a dump truck blocked by a road barrier at a toll booth. There was no point in continuing to run. In short, it was impossible to drag Carlius to another run in this way.
Fire in support, the only one who can save you is yourself.
When the No. 213 King Tiger's gun barrel was still shaking and had not yet completely stopped due to the sudden braking, the enemy suddenly stopped fleeing, but the paralyzed is6, which finally completed its aim, took the first step and led its crew from beginning to end.
The Red Army commander who stood firm at his post as a man of steel barked out orders again.
"Fire!"
boom--
The mighty roar of the 122 main gun rang out, and the sub-caliber armor-piercing projectile that had been loaded in the chamber and had no time to fire finally shot out quickly with fire and flames.
The sub-caliber piercing shot that was originally planned to deal with the King Tiger's strong frontal armor is now fired towards the side. The close enough distance ensures that the piercing shot can hit the target in one shot and will not fly to some unknown place again.
go.
It's just that this hasty aim didn't give much time to calibrate. It escaped from the bullet core covered by the shell and finally hit the center of the side of the King Tiger's car at the rear, hitting it diagonally.
It penetrated the side armor and poured into it, and got directly into the rear power compartment of the vehicle.
Click, click, click—
An indescribable sound of metal friction and twisting that made teeth sore and ears hurt came from the butt of the car. No one knew what kind of terrible damage was suffered in the power cabin of the No. 213 King Tiger that had just parked not long ago.
The moment when the blazing flames spurted out was just like the last sign before the volcano erupted.
"Kosher they're shot! Oh my God!!!"
Kalvus gritted his teeth and said nothing after taking in the whole scene, but the gunner beside him who also witnessed this scene was so frightened that he suddenly screamed uncontrollably.
With his hand stuck to his throat, he was about to press the button to tell Koshel to get out of the car quickly. No matter how many people were left alive, he had to abandon the car first. Kalvus, who had never left the commander's periscope with his eyes, saw something more immediately.
A scene that shocked me.
Still moving! Koschel's King Tiger turret with turret call number 213 is actually still moving! They haven't given up yet!