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Chapter 358

In the flash of lightning, the roulette steering wheel in his hand was swinging at the same time, turning wildly to control the gun body. The two black main gun muzzles were lifted up and aimed at each other like a Western cowboy showdown in the desert.

, noon has arrived is the best way to describe this life and death duel.

"Go to hell! Nacui!"

"Kill that Russian!"

boom--

In the blink of an eye, the two shells came out of the black hole of the muzzle almost at the same time and immediately flew towards each other along the same trajectory. The 75mm capped armor-piercing projectile and the 85mm high-explosive grenade that passed by were only about the same size.

A few centimeters away, the scene seemed to be frozen in time as the shells intertwined, and then there was a huge explosion.

boom--

In panic, the Germans placed two boxes of 75mm custom capped-style armor-piercing rounds directly at their feet. However, it eventually caused disaster. The 85mm high-explosive round exploded less than one meter in front of the gun emplacement and was surrounded by fragments.

The scorching heat cracked open the wooden planks of the ammunition box.

The 75mm capped armor-piercing projectile that penetrated the outer wall of the shell was ignited by the high temperature, and the propellant in the barrel was ignited. The hot flames rushed outward like a volcanic eruption before the German artillery crew in the lightning fire could react.

The high-explosive charge inside the projectile reached the critical point of detonation due to the chain effect under high temperature, and then triggered a domino-like catastrophic result.

The power of the simultaneous explosion of more than ten capped armor-piercing shells from the two shell boxes was indeed extraordinary. This anti-tank gun, which had just achieved a good start by destroying two Soviet KV1 heavy tanks, was instantly torn into parts, including the 85 mm

A whole ball of flames, including the blasting flames of high-explosive shells, swallowed up the entire German artillery battery in an instant.

The 75mm hooded armor-piercing projectile that came speeding along with a shrieking sound in the wind accurately hit the upper armor position of the car body. The correcting effect after the hood was shattered successfully avoided possible damage caused by the tilted armor angle.

The ricochet effect allowed the remaining 75mm armor-piercing projectile to continue advancing and penetrate the armor of Malashenko's vehicle.

However, the powerful impact caused by the interaction at the moment of collision has greatly reduced the remaining kinetic energy of this German armor-piercing projectile. The 25 mm welded additional armor plus the 75 mm physical thickness rolled homogeneous steel armor on the front of the car body

The heavy defense successfully blocked it from pilot Seryosha's head.

This capped armor-piercing projectile, which did not produce a ricochet but failed to penetrate purely due to the exhaustion of kinetic energy, exploded under the action of the armor-piercing delay fuse, with a mere 17 grams of charge and projectile fragments.

The final damage effect caused, apart from the shallow pit that was not penetrated, was nothing more than a sound.

Under the strong impact of the shells, I felt that the vehicle with a total combat weight of 47 tons suddenly stopped like a baby carriage that had been kicked violently. The No. 177 KV85 tank, which did not stop because of this, was still there.

Continuing to gallop forward, Malashenko, who still didn't know where the armor-piercing bullet had just hit, but only knew that it didn't penetrate, couldn't help but feel lucky.

"It can be blocked! Fortunately, I didn't trust the wrong car, otherwise it would have definitely ascended to the sky just now!"

Malashenko, who felt deeply grateful in his heart, then noticed that his car was already the first German position in front of him. Without the need for an order to remind, the electromechanical engineer Nikolay and the gunner Iushkin began to operate their respective machine guns at the same time and began to shoot at the enemy.

The panic-stricken German troops in front of them were scurrying like rats, and responded with violent fire.

Due to the hasty deployment of anti-tank guns, the German army had already lost the best opportunity and distance to intercept Soviet tanks, and this undoubtedly made the Malashenko Guards Regiment, which was already fully equipped with KV1 heavy tanks, even more irresistible. It can be said that

The German army's only chance of victory was completely wiped out from the moment Malashenko led his troops into the last 100 meters.

"Russians! Russian tanks are coming! We can't hold our position anymore. We need to retreat. Everyone immediately retreats to reorganize our defenses!"

To Captain Yakov, who had just jumped out of Malashenko's car, the squawking and panicked German sounded much better than the weird and unsuccessful screams from the mouths of those Japanese monkeys.

I don't know what these German guys are yelling about and I have no interest in finding out. The 1.9-meter-tall strong man who only wants to kill people in exchange for military glory immediately raised the Tokarev pistol he was holding tightly in his right hand and waved it.

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"Comrades! The time has come to defend Moscow! Kill all these fascists, for Stalin, Ulla!"

"Ula!!!"

The roar initiated by the regiment leader himself was like a combat power amplifier in later online games. The Soviet soldiers who followed the KV1 heavy tank and slowly advanced to the front of the position relying on the mobile fortress immediately shouted and rushed out.

The snow-white thick winter winter cotton-padded jackets could not hinder the dexterous pace of these Red Army soldiers from the Siberian Military Region. The rifles wrapped in thick cotton cloth and fine linen threads immediately began to shoot. These Red Army soldiers who were born in the cold Siberia obviously

They knew better than the Germans how to deal with the bitter cold in the Soviet winter.

"Come! Comrades, follow me!"

After commanding the troops to rush into the position, Lieutenant Colonel Yakov was no longer a regiment commander but transformed into a death squad leader. The only thing on the mind of this macho man with blood boiling all over was killing. Even now, even if

His partner, the political commissar, stood there and did not dare to step forward to stop him.

The regiment guard soldiers who have followed Yakov for many years have long known that their comrade, the regiment leader, will turn into a completely runaway wild horse as soon as he goes to the battlefield. In this situation, in addition to charging with him and protecting him along the way,

There was no other option but him. The desperate charge driven by one man's madness was like a stormy wave, sweeping towards the German army that was ready to retreat.

Inadvertently, the infantrymen who turned away were overtaken him and rushed to the front of the team. Malashenko, who was deeply helpless about this situation, had to order to temporarily stop his progress, as if thousands of sails were passing by.

The large number of Red Army soldiers were simply more outrageous than the uncles and aunties who crossed the road in later generations.

"Iushkin, Nikolai, control the machine guns and continue to suppress those Germans. Don't fire the main cannon without my order. It is easy to cause accidental injuries in close combat now!"

As the flank battle on Malashenko's side opened up, a large Soviet infantry offensive group that had been suppressed by German firepower to a stalemate in the front also opened up the situation at the same time.

The German troops who began to cover and retreat were completely unable to stop the surging red current. The outcome of this brief battle was already determined at this moment.


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