First, it penetrated the thick masonry wall shell, poured into it, and then finally fired successfully under the action of the armor-piercing delay fuse.
The power is completely different from the 152 grenade. The 203 concrete destruction bomb instantly sets off a roaring storm of destruction. Even the warhead charge coefficient of the concrete destruction bomb is much lower than that of high-explosive grenades with the same bullet diameter.
The thick wall of the projectile used to break through the concrete layer is destined to be much less powerful, but after all, this is a 203mm full-caliber projectile.
The hot blast of wind that blew through the indoor space after the explosion of the cannon blew Alsim away on the spot as he just stepped onto the wooden plank bridge.
Alsim flew backwards like a rag doll out of control. He was horrified by the sudden and powerful destructive power. He subconsciously hugged the part of his head that was exposed outside the protective area of the helmet and fell to the ground.
After rolling several times in succession, I finally stopped.
"What the hell is going on!?"
Completely unaware of the cause of all this sudden incident, Alsim was quickly rushed over by soldiers who were worried about Comrade Commander's comrade's safety, and hurriedly reached out to help him up from the ground.
The huge explosion was still "reverberating" like a dull bell, and it was not until Alsim got up from the ground and subconsciously looked up in the direction just now that Alsim discovered it in surprise.
The outer wall not far away from the front, which was still structurally intact just now, along with the upwardly extending ceiling, had been blasted with a huge crack.
And around the ground below the gap, all kinds of broken pieces and debris were scattered on the ground. No matter how strong the stone structure of the outer wall of the Capitol Building was, it still could not withstand such a heavy blow.
After witnessing such a scene with his own eyes, he was still horrified in his heart. Even Alsim, who prided himself on being well-informed, couldn't help but wonder what it was that had struck such a heavy blow just now.
"Comrade Deputy Company! He's fine! Deputy Comrade Company is back! Look!"
"What!?"
Being distracted by the horrifying unexpected incident, he temporarily forgot that he was going to attack Alsim to save others, and then he remembered with a little "embarrassment" his good brother.
Sulovechenko, as of now, was pinned to the stand above by the fierce firepower of the Nazis, unable to move.
Forgetting your good brother so quickly is really not something worth showing off.
Following the direction of the excited warrior's finger, Alsim felt a big stone in his heart finally fall to the ground. At a glance, he saw Sulovechenko carrying an AK, walking down the escalator from the stands step by step.
Climb down and you will reach the ground safely.
But unexpected emergencies always come faster and more suddenly than what can be expected.
Sulovechenko's feet were about to hit the ground, but he was still less than three meters away from the ground. He only needed two more jumps to jump off the escalator safely.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the escalator, which had been in a state of disrepair, suddenly broke without any warning.
Sulovchenko, who was momentarily unsteady, could not control his body balance. He lost his hand and fell backwards on the spot.
Fortunately, there was not much left in the final height from the ground. Although Sulovechenko did miss and fell to the ground, the height of more than two meters and less than three meters was not serious.
The moment he saw Sulovechenko fall, Alsim felt his heart tightening and couldn't help but step forward quickly. Although he couldn't catch his good brother in time, it was a blessing in misfortune.
, at least he is not seriously injured, and he still has the ability to take care of himself and get up from the ground on his own.
"Damn it, Sukka! The quality of this German rag is not good at all. I almost broke my butt into four pieces!"
Alsim, who was feeling like he was on a roller coaster in a very short period of time, couldn't hold back for a moment when he heard this and burst into laughter on the spot.
"At least my head isn't about to split into four pieces. I'm lucky enough to be able to land on my butt."
"That's true."
Sulovechenko got up from the ground and patted the soil, took off the weapon from his back, looked at Alsim's eyes that had turned his gaze to the other side of the wooden bridge, and could probably guess where the good brother was at this moment.
Sulovechenko, who was thinking about something, immediately spoke.
"The attack just now was probably about the same. It was so powerful that it almost knocked me off the top. I guess the latest 203 self-propelled artillery was used to bombard the outside of the building. The 152 is not so powerful."
"There are probably not many people left alive on the other side now. What if we just go over there?"
The power of the shot just now was so huge and impressive that Sulovchenko, who witnessed the violent scene in the stands above, was convinced that the shot that almost hit the bullseye had definitely been cleared away.
At least the vast majority of the Nasty Maniacs.
If you want to seize the opportunity and resolve the battle in one go, now is obviously the time.
"No wait, rush! Cross the bridge! Everyone, prepare to fight!"
Before Alsim gave the order, he was accustomed to leading the charge, so he jumped out first, stepped onto the plank bridge, and concentrated on holding the weapon in his hand and staring ahead.
While crossing the bridge, he was also alert for any enemies that might suddenly appear, ready to fire at any time.
If you really want to ask which day in a long fighting career has killed the most enemies, and how many people he killed on that day, then Alsim may really not be able to calculate it, let alone remember it, just like no one can remember what he has eaten in this life.
How many slices of bread are the same.
But if you want to ask which day of the battle encountered the most unexpected surprises, Alsim at this moment can answer you with certainty and certainty - it is at this moment today, right under his feet.
Click——
The seemingly sturdy plank bridge suddenly heard a terrible sound when Alsim had walked to the middle position, putting the greatest pressure on the load-bearing structure of the bridge.
!!!
Alsim was so startled that he didn't have time to think about it. He knew what the ghostly sound meant and quickly speeded up.
In a blink of an eye, with a speed comparable to that of a sprint champion, he used his best skills to take three steps and two steps, striding like lightning, and in just a blink of an eye, he crossed the final distance of the wooden bridge.
The bad news is that the moment Alsim flew across the bridge and the soles of his feet hit the ground, the crashing sound of the plank bridge behind him already followed.
"Damn it Sokka! Are you okay? Are you okay?"
In terms of physical skills and physical reactions, Alsim, who has been hailed as the "Slavic Superman" by Malashenko, easily solved this small problem, is of course fine.
The problem of how to let the comrades cross the bridge next was really a headache. Fortunately, Alsim looked around and quickly found a solution.