First, there was a loud explosion, and then, almost half a beat later, there was an air-piercing scream that roared past the top of his head.
Just based on the human brain's reaction ability, it is almost impossible to tell which sound sounded first and which sound came half a beat later. When Alsim and his brothers heard it,
These are exactly the same damn sound, I can't tell the order.
What's important is not what the sound is like, who comes first, what's really important is that this roar and this explosion are not coming from the Suka hunting tiger that almost killed Alsim just now, but from the completely opposite direction.
The direction came suddenly, and Alsim, who took a moment to react, realized something almost instantly.
"It's saved! We can accomplish our goal!"
The explosion just now, and the dull roar that broke through the air, were definitely not a sound that could be made by a small-caliber artillery. Alsim knew clearly that it must be a sound that could only be made by a main gun with a certain caliber, and this was exactly what happened.
It’s what I need urgently right now!
"IS7! It's IS7!!! IS7 is coming towards us at the same speed as an airplane! We have help!"
"Wait, something is wrong, that. that is"
"It's 177! It's Comrade Division Commander's car. Comrade Division Commander's IS7 is here to support us! Long live Stalin!!! Ula!!!"
Just like Malashenko once said: My car is the most handsome guy on the battlefield. Wherever I go, it is a morale booster projector that can radiate my personal image and will at any time.
The Christmas tree-like turret painting has indeed greatly affected the concealment of Malashenko's vehicle, almost raising the battlefield recognition to the MAX level. It can be said that as long as the enemy on the opposite side is not weak-sighted, mentally retarded or blind,
Then you can definitely see it.
Everything has a price, but to put it another way, looking at it relatively, you can also say that you will get some benefits in exchange for being willing to pay the price. This is what Malashenko thinks, and of course he does it.
Guards logo, 177 turret call sign, leader division emblem, and the slogan "Revenge for the hero Kirill" that has not been erased to this day.
Everything is the best way to enhance will and morale. On this battlefield filled with artillery fire, as long as you see this IS7 heavy tank with a turret like a Christmas tree, then as a leader soldier, you will be incomparable on the spot.
I am convinced and realize one thing very clearly: the tank hero of the motherland, my comrade, the division commander, is with me and fighting side by side with me!
The huge body like a behemoth has an astonishing speed that is completely disproportionate to it. Inside this speeding steel body, Iushkin's right eye is staring at the gun scope with half a cigarette in his mouth.
Just sitting there cursing badly.
"Damn it! Missed! It blew up a group of German infantry, but the Jagdtiger can still move!"
"It doesn't matter, keep loading! Load the armor-piercing bullets!"
Malashenko, who didn't care about the defeat in the first round, gave the order decisively. The Jagdtiger in his field of vision, which had had several pieces of skirt armor blown off, was trying to turn around and turn its gun. This little thing actually wanted to fire back at him!
"Armor-piercing projectiles are being loaded!"
The huge but not bulky semi-automatic loader operates rapidly under the operation of two loaders, the main and deputy loaders. The huge projectiles are sent to the loading slide along with the propellant barrel, ready to go, but it is still too lazy to fire at high speed.
Artyom and Sergei, who had used the ramrod, pushed together and fed the bullet into the chamber. The dull sound of the breech block closing was followed by a loud roar.
"Loading completed! Good armor-piercing bullets!"
"I'm going to blow up your big face! Damn it!"
Click——
boom--
The recoil was so huge that even the IS7 heavy tank that slowed down and stopped felt its whole body tremble the moment it fired. The 130mm cannon spewed out fury and sent the huge 130mm full-caliber hooded armor-piercing projectile out of the barrel, breaking away from the muzzle brake.
After being finally restrained, he roared straight towards the locked target at high speed.
With the first missed shot in the previous shot as a reference correction, Iushkin, who rarely misses his shots, played extremely accurately this time.
The armor-piercing projectile that hit the sky with a scream was almost impartial, hitting the bull's-eye. It was wearing a huge quilt and hood, and it hit the front of the hunting tiger's fighting room and the pig's nose of the cannon.
On the gun mantlet near the right face.
Of course, Iushkin knew the weaknesses of a terrifying monster like the Hunting Tiger, and he also knew where to attack when encountering such a monster head-on with the Red Navy 130 cannon in his hand.
Rolled homogeneous steel armor with a physical thickness of up to 250 mm may seem extremely thick and indestructible, but it turns out that this is just what it looks and feels like.
The heavy power of the Red Navy smashed through the frontal protective armor with a physical thickness of 250 mm in just one blow. It continued forward with the strong impact kinetic energy that had remained, and violently blasted in. At more than 500 meters
With the second cannonball at a very close distance, he completed a one-shot kill on the Hunter Tiger that had just appeared.
There was neither a struggle nor any unnecessary unnecessary movements. The powerful and heavy armor-piercing projectile directly penetrated the main armor belt of the Hunter. He was like a drunken man on the street, trembling all over.
Stop, shaking violently. After a brief moment that seemed too long in seconds, it was enveloped by a violent heat wave and exploded.
Boom——
boom--
The entire battle room was completely torn apart by the horrific explosion from the inside out, turning it into a crematorium with red flames that ventilated the front and rear and was bright all around.
The entire breech block and the gun barrel were thrown forward directly from the gun root and blown out of the vehicle. The two armored doors for members' entry and exit located directly behind the fighting room were not spared either. After the physical lock was closed,
In a dead state, he was blown away dozens of meters away by a violent shock wave and disappeared without a trace.
Except for the bare combat compartment and body chassis that were completely welded together and still retained the basic configuration, almost all the parts of the unfortunate Jagdtiger that could be blown away had been completely removed.
There were no survivors and no one tried to abandon the car and escape. The end result after just a few seconds was that a steel crematorium whose weight had been reduced from 70 tons was still burning and extremely hot.
First, he was bombarded in the face by a 130mm grenade, and then he was swept across by a violent explosion very close to him. He was brutally slaughtered by the fragments of parts blown off the car and the shock wave.
Of the dozen or twenty German infantrymen who were originally following the Jagdtiger, no one was standing now. They were all lying around, lying on the ground, or falling to the ground. Whether they were completely dead or half of them were left.
The tone is another matter.
Of course, no one cares about this now, it's nothing too complicated.
Looking at Comrade Division Commander's IS7 heavy tank with the muzzle smoke still remaining, roaring to life again, stepping on the accelerator and spraying thick black smoke straight towards his position, I felt unprecedented excitement and excitement.
Alsim, whose high-pitched voice lingered throughout his body, turned around on the spot and raised his arms to the soldiers around him who were ready to attack, with weapons in hand and bullets loaded, and they were fully prepared for the final battle.