These IS7 heavy tanks that entered the city early were unable to help Varosha's Second Brigade clear up traffic accidents.
After all, the reinforcements pouring into the city from outside the city have already occupied all the main traffic roads in one direction. It is unrealistic for you to drive an IS7 "reversely" from the city at this time. Before the traffic accident wreckage is solved,
It will inevitably cause further chaos to the already congested traffic, and will only cause more delays in the transportation of troops.
In this case, it would be better to move the IS7 along the one-way lane from outside the city and drive into the city along with the large army. In fact, the comrade Malashenko met not long ago did the same.
But it is precisely because of the current situation that the IS7 in the city was not transferred to deal with traffic accidents that Malashenko, whose car was "stolen", could at least find a replacement IS7, and at least there was still a car available.
At least in a sense, this can be regarded as a "blessing in disguise".
With Malashenko's personal order, Kulbalov's command vehicle arrived quickly.
By the time the huge Soviet war machine, together with the accompanying escort vehicles, crunched along the road, it arrived in front of the tavern and took up its position.
With his self-defense AK in his hand, Malashenko, who could not wait any longer, immediately climbed into the car without saying a word.
Kulbalov, who stayed behind to watch his comrade division commander go out, was in a complicated mood. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak when the words came to his mouth. He could only make up the last words like the political commissar did.
Advice.
"Comrade Commander, be more careful."
Malashenko, who was in a bad mood just now, seemed to be a little "cloudy and sunny" now. At least he could reply to Kulbalov in a decent manner before getting into the car.
"The thing that can kill me hasn't come out of my mother's womb yet!"
"Everyone is present, target battlefield, set off!"
boom--
"The target is destroyed! Next round, high-explosive bomb, keep loading! Hurry!"
The huge impact of fire and the roaring and blasting sound tore the unlucky Santuzi into pieces from the front, eventually exploding into a pile of burning scrap metal with its parts falling apart.
Iushkin, who had learned a lot about using 130 naval guns to deal with these scumbags, had a great time killing them. Apart from dealing with thick-skinned and thick-skinned people like King Tiger or Black Panther II, the rest of the Germans of all shapes and sizes
There are almost no vehicles that cannot be destroyed by 130 high-explosive grenades.
If there is, then try another 130.
130 is truth and justice. There is no problem that 130 cannot solve. All problems will eventually be solved under the roar of artillery fire.
"Damn it! Iushkin! I tell you that you have gone too far this time! Comrade Senior Commander will not let it go. Wait until you clean the toilet!"
Iushkin, the acting commander, is not "absolutely recognized", at least not within our 177 crew.
Seryosha, who is also a first-generation veteran member of the 177 car group when it was first established, has long experience and is responsible for driving at the front of the car. He is complaining a lot now. He is holding the joystick tightly in his hand, concentrating on it, and not forgetting "
He reprimanded Iushkin, who was rather messing around, with "righteous words".
Faced with the "just reprimand" from Seryosha, Iushkin seemed indifferent, or in other words, there was no time or opportunity to care at this juncture.
"Whatever! I did the work, and I bear the responsibility alone! It has nothing to do with you, I will take care of Comrade Senior!"
"High explosive bombs are good!"
"Loading complete!"
"Okay! Stop beeping and let's go!"
Click——
boom--
The 130mm high-explosive grenade projectile with a huge diameter and powerful force once again roared out in the flames of the giant muzzle brake, and rushed straight towards the target with a huge force that seemed to be difficult for anything to bear.
, in the blink of an eye, it hit the armor plate firmly.
It was a rickety Panther I tank that had just come up behind the blown-up Santuzi and had not had time to stop and take aim. To be more precise, it was a Panther I tank.
Model, the very late final variant of the Panther I, which is also the final version of the development of the Panther I. It is equipped with a Panther II configuration turret without thickened armor, and the entire vehicle can carry a small head.
Iushkin initially thought it was a Panther II, because the basic appearance of the Panther F and the Panther II was almost the same. Except for the different thickness of the armor, the entire appearance configuration was carved from the same mold.
Because of this, Iushkin, who visually locked the target with the gun scope and fired the gun, had doubts at the last second before taking action. He doubted whether this 130 high-explosive grenade had the ability to defeat that target.
As we all know, Black Panther II is thick-skinned and thick-skinned.
After all, it is a thing that can be frontally immune to 122 heirlooms at regular combat distances. The front armor of the turret on the edge of the pig-nosed gun mantlet can be penetrated, but the front projection area is too small, and the small head is completely out of proportion to the huge body.
Too difficult to aim accurately.
However, the actual results will eventually prove everything. Whether it is a good result or a bad result, it is not based on human subjective will, just like the one that is blooming in Iushkin's field of vision.
An orange-red flame sparkle.
Well, it is indeed a sparkle, the extra large one.
A 130 grenade hit the gun mantlet and exploded on the spot. The main armor on the front of the turret, which was protected by a thick mantlet, was indeed not penetrated by the 130 grenade on the spot, but it was also at the center of the explosion, right next to the gun mantlet.
The hull dome below was not so lucky.
The powerful 130mm grenade directly penetrated the dome of the Leopard F's car body. Before the person's consciousness could react, it instantly wrapped up the overpressure with extremely fast impact energy, crushing the driver and co-pilot directly in front of the car body.
Add meat sauce and smash into pieces.
The two people at the front of the car burped on the spot, but the destructive aftermath of the chain effect had just begun.
The raging flames and overpressure in the chassis of the vehicle continued to vent violently. It penetrated into the center of the vehicle body and instantly ignited the neatly stacked 75mm fixed artillery shells in the ammunition rack. It also caused the upper half of the body to be trapped in the turret, and the lower part of the body was trapped in the turret.
The three combatants, half of their bodies inside the car, were torn apart and shattered.
The fuel pipes and tanks in the rear power cabin that were finally ignited were the last signs before the ultimate destruction came.
Rumble——
The little head directly transformed into "Deutsche Lufthansa", got on the earth plane, used the chassis of the car body as the launch pad, and spirally launched into the sky, with flames and black smoke soaring into the sky.
Iushkin, who had witnessed this spectacular scene of "killing people in spaceflight", was overjoyed. Just when he was about to shout loudly, he heard the terrible yelling that suddenly came from the radio station and already filled his ears.