The armor and military-standard concrete structures that were specially strengthened by German engineers could not withstand a powerful blow from the 130-meter naval gun. What do you think it would be like for these ordinary civilian houses that have not been strengthened to take a beating?
What else could it be like? A 130 shot came up and the house was destroyed immediately, causing the bricks and stones to fly all over the street. It is not impossible that even a smaller house was directly destroyed by a single shot and collapsed on the spot.
The advantage of some things is that you can only know them after you actually do them, and they cannot be imagined in advance.
Without experiencing serious street fighting, it is difficult to imagine how huge the damage effect of the 130mm main gun, which is only slightly larger than the 122 Heirloom caliber, on ordinary unreinforced civilian buildings.
The origin of naval guns and the larger and thicker caliber make the IS7's 130 mm caliber main gun more destructive when firing high-explosive grenades than the literal "8 mm" caliber gap of the 122 Heirloom.
big.
Those German soldiers who were hiding in the building and shooting at them would in most cases not even have a chance to escape from the house. They would be shot from the ceiling and lie down, resulting in the situation of "no one alive, no dead body."
Unless you lift up the cement coffin board to find the meat pie," the miserable end.
Hiding in a bunker building is a good thing. The solid brick-concrete structure can give the fragile infantry of flesh and blood maximum additional protection. It can be said that a private house is a simple infantry fortress.
But now, at this moment, for the current Malashenko and his large number of IS7 heavy tanks.
The German infantry was hiding in the house "eking out a living and resisting". This was not a bad thing but a good thing, a huge good thing.
If two of you Germans were to scatter and run around the streets, it would be really not easy to clean them up.
It is impossible to use the 130 naval gun as a sniper rifle and "send tanks one by one" with the mentality of killing a German with one shell. If this really happens, you will have to use machine guns to solve the problem, although there is no suspense about the outcome.
But it will always waste more time on settlement, and what Malashenko lacks most now is time.
But the real situation now is that the German infantry are not running all over the streets, but they are all gathered together like a nest of cockroaches and buzzing around in a cockroach nest. Then this problem is much simpler.
One shot, in most cases only one shot is needed and no additional shots are needed.
The 130mm high-explosive grenade taken from the Red Navy ammunition depot is enough to destroy the entire second floor space, sweeping through all the space blocks like a storm, turning them all into masonry ruins, along with crushed and squashed objects.
The flesh and blood were crushed together into powder and dust, and were blown away by the wind.
It would be even more fun if it exploded on the first floor.
The powerful 130mm high-explosive grenade can not only destroy all indoor spaces, but also emit an amazingly powerful chemical blast. It can even shatter the ceiling that separates the first and second floors, at least around the center of the blast.
The entire ceiling collapsed, and the blast wave surged upwards, straight to the second floor.
The trash on the first floor was bombed into pieces and smashed into pulp. The trash on the second floor was roasted by the fire, and his crotch was leaking. He fell into the rubble on the first floor and was blown to pieces. His parts were broken, and he died of bleeding from his orifices.
.
What separates the corpses of German soldiers on the first floor and the second floor is only the pile of rubble on the middle floor that was originally the ceiling, nothing more.
It's hard to tell whether it would be better to die on the first floor and be photographed into a pulp, or to die on the second floor, where it would be more humane to at least keep a relatively intact body.
The only thing that is certain is that Malashenko has no time to care about these things.
Now Comrade Lao Ma is just "smiling" and feels so damn good! He has never liked the German guy hiding in the building stubbornly unable to resist as much as he does now.
This feeling of "one cannon popping one pot of popcorn" and "cannon cannon killing at least eight times in a row" at the beginning is really not that exciting. Even in the game, there is no way to kill people like this. I just love the German commander on the opposite side.
It’s a tactic of staying house by house.
Logically speaking, it was a very useful tactic in traditional street fighting, but now it has become a killing move with almost no practical significance.
It's not clear what the German commander on the opposite side was thinking at this moment, but he was probably very shocked, regretful, resentful and even afraid of why these Russian lunatics didn't play their cards right.
The entrance to the block captured by Malashenko's commando team became the officially opened breakthrough point gate, followed by a torrent and a steady stream of follow-up troops.
All the German defensive buildings on both sides of the block entrance that had been smashed away from heavy firepower support were quickly lost. It was most common that "the first floor was smashed to pieces by infantry fighting vehicles, and the second floor was captured by infantry following closely."
Condition.
"Uhhhhhhhh!!!"
In the gap on the top of the turret that had just been destroyed by a single shot from Malashenko's command vehicle, an unknown German soldier who was not killed by the gun but was knocked out directly by some external force came out with a tragic sound.
He flew out of the building, wailed and fell heavily on the street downstairs. His brain exploded on the spot, and blood surged. He kicked his legs and died on the spot. There was no more movement.
He completed the scene just now with a big-footed posture, and kicked the German soldier who was trying to pull a grenade to death directly out of the building. Alsim, who was holding his bloody AK in his hand, came to where 130
At the gap created by the shelling, I first looked at the broken bricks and tiles around me, and then at the corpse downstairs that had been patted into pieces.
He shook his head slowly and sighed, then blurted it out uncontrollably.
"The power of this thing is much greater than that of a 122 gun. A naval gun is a naval gun after all, and it cannot be compared to ordinary army artillery."
After hearing this, the company deputy comrade followed up. The high-intensity fierce battle down three buildings was really unbearable.
He casually pulled the German steel helmet that had fallen to the ground and put it under his buttocks to use as a bench. He gasped for air first. Then he took off the water bottle hanging from his buttocks, unscrewed the lid and poured it into his mouth. This was "tons, tons, tons".
After taking a big gulp of half the bottle, he didn't forget to reply to Alsim with a final question.
"What? Do you regret being an infantryman? Why don't you apply with comrade the division commander, and you can drive a tank? With your relationship with comrade the division commander, you will definitely be able to get an IS7, I'm sure."
"regret?"
Alsim turned around and smiled when he heard this, and just smiled without even taking a breath.
"The tank soldier can't get blood on his hands. He can only press buttons. I feel uncomfortable even if I can't smell blood. It's not like you don't know this."
"Rest where you are for three minutes! If you drink water or urinate, please do it on the spot. Act quickly!"
Knowing that not everyone's physical fitness is as good as his own, Alsim, who led the team to capture three buildings in a row, ordered a three-minute break. This was on the premise that his own offensive downstairs was going smoothly as visible to the naked eye.
Seeing Alsim's majestic posture "swaggering through the market" without even taking a breath, the company deputy comrade walking past, holding a kettle in his hand, even though he had seen it many times and was already familiar with it, after all, he still felt, "I see."
I don’t understand, but I was shocked.”
"Has this guy's body been strengthened with bear blood? Sukka, is he not tired at all?"