There was no ammunition to explode and no fire to burn. The huge and heavy wreckage of the King Tiger lay on the ground like a mountain of steel corpses. The corpses of the German armored soldiers whose chests were shot by the Mosin-Nagant were hung across the turret.
He lowered his head, and the fierce battle continued next to the remains of the steel and flesh corpse.
"Forward! Comrades! For Stalin, Hula!!!"
"Ula!!!"
The battle has reached its final moments, and the siege troops of the Leader's Division, attacking from both sides from the east and west, have penetrated almost all the defensive strongholds and key support points outside the core area of the station.
The original core triangle defense of "Waiting Hall - Goods Yard - Dispatching Building" has now been destroyed by the fierce and rapid offensive of the leader's division. The goods yard and dispatching building have been occupied or directly destroyed, leaving only the last
A core area, the waiting hall, is still making its last desperate struggle to hold on.
"Cover the infantry charge! Suppress the entrance of the waiting hall with fire, load armor-piercing bullets on the machine guns, shoot through the wall and kill the Nazis behind the wall!"
After the initial heavy armored assault, the follow-up support troops of the Leader Division quickly brought more diversified technical weapons for siege. For example, they were not suitable for head-on confrontation with tanks, but they were very suitable for counterattacks.
The bmp43 infantry fighting vehicle is used for fire suppression tasks in infantry and anti-fortification bunkers.
Despite its small caliber, this 25mm cannon can really do a lot of things.
The 25mm cannon, which uses magazines inserted directly into the hopper to feed ammunition, has very good firepower sustainability. Dark red tracer armor-piercing bullet chains are fired out in a dense cluster, crackling the outer wall of the entire waiting hall, and debris is scattered across the waiting room.
fly.
With 25mm armor-piercing projectiles that can tear holes even in light armor, it is not a big problem to break through this civilian-grade exterior wall defense. Although the exterior wall has been reinforced twice by the German engineering troops, civilian exterior walls are still civilian.
As for the exterior wall, it is a fantasy to expect that with a hasty temporary reinforcement project, it can be repaired to the level of the French's Maginot Line defenses.
Well, indeed, although the French surrendered quickly and broke the world record, the level of fortifications they built on the Maginot Line was indeed very good, but it was useless.
Most of the 25mm armor-piercing projectiles that penetrated the wall had rolled and deformed, but still retained considerable impact kinetic energy.
If you are hit head-on by such a severely deformed warhead, all you can say is "good luck to you brother and a happy death."
It ranges from having an arm broken by a single shot, half of a leg flying off, and blood and flesh flying everywhere; at worst, being cut in half and beaten into two parts, or being shot in the head on the spot, causing the brain to burst.
Being hit by a gun is not terrible. Some fanatical Nazis can even face the bullets in front of them without fear of death. The worst is death. Anyway, they risked their lives. What is really scary is the person who was hit by the machine gun.
A horrific way to die.
But no unlucky guy who died under the bombardment of the machine gun could leave his whole body. Even the most fanatical Nazis saw the living comrades next to them and were killed by a group of people who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
The lump of high-speed metal was transformed into this shape in an instant. He was killed on the spot. Most of the time, he didn't even have time to let out a scream. The minced meat, blood, and internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and he died suddenly at the speed of light.
There is a saying, even if it cannot make the most fanatical poop-headed bastards fearful, it is enough to plant a trembling seed in their hearts and sprout an empathic thought.
"Will I be the next one to end up like this? What kind of hellish way is this to die?"
Yes, that's right, it's a hellish way to die.
If a live camera could be set up in the waiting hall to play the footage, then you would definitely be able to see that the scene in the waiting hall at this moment does not look like a war, but more like the slaughterhouse of the undead where the Hell Butcher has just opened a new store and is offering a big reward.
The kind that specializes in killing Nacui.
Broken limbs, arms and legs flying around, brains and blood are in unlimited supply here, visible to the naked eye, all over the ground, as much as you want.
There are no incineration flames of flamethrowers, no violent bombardment of large-caliber high-explosive bombs, only the bloody wind created by one minute and sixty seconds of non-stop firepower. There is only metal, metal and the storm of death.
"We're finished! The Russians are going to beat us to a pulp. They don't even plan to occupy this place! They're going to use artillery shells to demolish the waiting hall!"
"Shut up! We haven't lost yet! The armored train on the platform hasn't been lost yet, and we still have cross-fire points where we can take care of each other! The Russians don't dare to rush in, so they waste ammunition from a long distance. This is an advantage! Ours
Advantage! Cheer up and keep fighting!"
The same thing will have different understandings and views in the eyes of different people.
In the eyes of normal people, the Germans are struggling to death, with only one breath left to hang on. But they themselves still feel that I have the advantage. It is because you, the Russians, have no work to do, so you don’t dare to attack by force, and you only dare to waste it from a distance.
The shitty job of cannonballs.
So how can we dialectically prove whose perception is correct and prove the authenticity?
Simple, come on, tos-1 give him the whole job!
"The trains on the first and second tracks below the platform, right in front of the waiting hall door! The German armored trains are looking for death, focus on destroying them with fire!"
The battalion commander who personally led the attack shouted loudly on the radio channel, calling for artillery fire. Three TOS-1 vehicles, which slowly and slowly drove into the firing position, quickly responded to the call.
"Dangerous distance, pay attention to concealment! The target is the German armored train under the platform. Each of the three cars will fire half a box, open fire!"
Boo hoo hoo hoo——
When these huge and bulky fire-breathing monsters fire in salvos, they are so loud and full of fire. The tail flame emitted by the "Andlyusa" heavy rockets with a diameter of up to 310 mm is far greater than that of any large-caliber rocket.
The muzzle flash when the howitzer fires, and the sound when the butt of this thing spits fire and flies out, even if the 203mm Father's Hammer comes, it can only be defeated.
Not to mention the scene of a half-box salvo, which is 310 mm multiplied by 8 times of happiness. If you include the three-vehicle salvo, you have to multiply by another 3 on the basis of the previous one.
The movement caused by the volley of 24 310mm rockets can be called a fire storm with strong winds on the Flame Mountain. Soldiers who are slightly closer to the TOS-1 launch vehicle can even feel the surrounding air.
Burning, invisible heat waves are tumbling, and the instantaneous transformation of the winter heat is so abnormal and exaggerated.
It is no wonder that some soldiers have given this thing the nickname "Fire Breathing Tank" because she is indeed worthy of the name. On the contrary, those serious fire breathing tanks carrying flamethrowers seem to be trying to do their best when compared with her.