A truck full of 85mm artillery shells and 88mm armor-piercing shells exploded instantly into a blazing fireball. The steel body approaching the fifty-ton mark could not withstand such an astonishing energy expansion, and almost blinked.
In a short time, the thick armor plate was torn apart and blown to pieces on the spot.
The armor fragments that were shattered and scattered by the shock wave from the tank body and turret almost killed Malashenko. The armor fragments that almost whizzed along the ears could even make Malashenko feel the hot breath.
temperature.
Subconsciously, Malashenko reached out and touched his ear, thinking he had been injured by shrapnel. There was no blood in his palm, but he was not happy at all.
There was no need to guess at the scene where the armor was shattered into a shower of fragments. The precious KV85 heavy tank behind him must have been blown to pieces and could no longer be used.
Originally, he was still hoping that if he ran out of ammunition, he might be able to pack it up and continue using it. After all, Malashenko, who finally got a good car, really didn't want to go back to the hard days of driving a KV1.
But the current bad reality has undoubtedly completely shattered the remaining illusions in Malashenko's heart.
"Damn it, my car! I'm going to take your damn German!"
Malashenko, whose heart was bleeding with pain, did not dare to stop running wildly. The situation of being exposed on a vast snowfield made Malashenko and his party undoubtedly very dangerous. Since they could leave behind the German commander with 88 guns,
Maybe there are still a few mg34s hidden there. If a sudden attack comes, these four good brothers will definitely turn into a hornet's nest.
Malashenko, who was panting heavily, almost dove into the snow pit not far away in front of him like a dog chewing shit. This small snow pit that originally seemed inconspicuous has now become Malashenko's fourth...
The only hiding place for the manned and vehicle crews.
Although it was a bit crowded for four people to lie down together inside, at least they could hide their body and head and stay hidden. Such favorable conditions were simply irresistible for Malashenko, who had now become an unarmed infantryman.
After lying in the pit and making sure that he had hidden himself, he raised his head and quietly looked out of the pit. As he looked around, he saw at a glance that his tank had been twisted and deformed by the burning fire. The entire body and turret of the tank.
The armor was shattered and turned into a pile of popcorn, and the vehicle was almost falling apart. Malashenko, who had always regarded the prototype KV85 as a treasure, felt extremely distressed.
"Damn it, my car! My car! You have to go back to driving that shabby KV1 again, damn!"
Iushkin, who was lying on the left hand side of Malashenko, also saw the miserable state of his car. After puckering his lips, Iushkin felt very distressed and then turned his head towards Marashenko.
Ke spoke quietly.
"Comrade Commander, our tank is gone..."
"Can you stop talking nonsense!? I'm not blind! I saw the tanks were gone, these bastard Germans!"
Malashenko, who was in a bad mood, immediately scolded Iushkin, who was in a depressed mood, without thinking. Iushkin, who was scolded by his comrade, the commander, was like a child who had done something wrong and didn't know what to say.
After thinking for a moment, he finally retracted his head into the pit with a sad expression and said nothing.
Just when Malashenko and his party were feeling sad about the loss of their car.
After Malashenko's No. 177 regiment command vehicle was destroyed, he naturally took over the temporary battlefield command. However, Lavrinenko, who commanded his castrated version of the KV220 vehicle, decided not to continue fighting.
Rather than rushing in to collect the heads of Germans and paying more foreseeable casualties along the way, he may not be able to obtain matching rewards. Relatively speaking, he is more calm and capable than Malashenko.
Lavrinenko simply chose to retreat directly, taking Malashenko and his team down first who had no tanks available and were extremely vulnerable.
"All crews, back up! We are retreating!"
Keeping the strongest frontal armor facing the enemy, a group of Soviet tank soldiers began to switch to reverse gear and slowly retreat, and soon discovered a strange and surprising phenomenon.
As the Soviet tanks retreated slowly and ceased to advance, the German 88 guns, which had been firing at full strength just now, were now silent and no longer firing. There was only the constant rustling of the wind in the icy snowfield where the cold wind was howling.
To put it bluntly, this extremely weird scene was like a drill. The red and blue troops, who had been firing shells just now, completely stopped as the trumpet sounded.
After witnessing this scene, Malashenko felt a little weird and woke up in an instant.
The orders these German guys received were not to cause heavy casualties to the Soviet tank troops, but just to repel the Soviet tanks.
The German soldiers who were not as peaceful as the Japs also wanted to live, and naturally they did not want to die if they could save their lives. Since the Soviet tanks had begun to retreat, there was no need to continue firing, just in case these bears who drank vodka as boiled water were really
Angered, they rushed forward regardless of life and death or casualties without fear of dying together. This was the scene the German 88 gun crew least wanted to see.
The Soviet tanks that had reached an "invisible tacit understanding" with the German 88-guns retreated unharmed. The Germans, who used a total of three 88-guns to win this tactical victory, were obviously unlucky to pick a tank to lead at random.
The luck of the commander's car on the ever-changing battlefield is comparable to winning a five-million-dollar lottery jackpot in later generations.
The German 88 gun crews, who did not understand why the Soviet army retreated hastily after losing only six or seven tanks, rejoiced in their hearts for the hard-won victory and took a breather.
At the same time, Lavrinenko, who had already driven his car next to Malashenko, immediately stopped the car, leaned out of the turret and waved towards Malashenko and his party, and blurted out loud and clear words.
"Get in the car, don't be stunned, hurry up!"
The unwilling Malashenko also knew that his life was the most important at the moment. No matter how unwilling Malashenko was without his tank, he could not continue to pursue the retreating Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment.
The hard facts do not allow Malashenko to make any changes.
After staggering out of the snow pit, he immediately climbed onto Lavrinenko's car on his hands and knees as quickly as possible. Malashenko, who originally planned to lie down outside the turret, heard another sound.
Open your mouth and yell.
"Malashenko, what are you doing standing still!? Get in the car, you can't stay outside!"