Looking at the Soviet T34 tank at the center of his gun scope's field of view, which still failed to completely turn the turret to aim at him, Heizenauer, who realized that he was the superior after all, couldn't help but reveal a strange expression.
Evil smile.
"Farewell, Ivan."
Click——
With a soft sound, the firing trigger on the steering wheel of the main gun in his hand was pulled. A Type 40 50mm tungsten core armor-piercing projectile that had been ready to be fired in the barrel was propelled by the firing of the propellant at a high speed.
With a muzzle velocity of 1050 meters per second, the muzzle rushed out of the barrel and flew towards the target that was already close at hand.
There is no doubt that Heizenauer, who grew up as a full-time gunner and was eventually promoted to a lieutenant company commander, undoubtedly has extremely strong professional qualities. His superb gunnery skills have long been the best among his armored companies.
That one, this has always been the case even after he left the gunner position and became the commander.
Heizenauer, who knew that the Soviet T34 tank used inclined armor arrangement in exchange for equivalent armor thickness on horizontal ballistics, wisely did not shoot the upper part of the T34 tank's body, but chose what he thought was the most likely shot.
Aim and shoot at the cheeks on both sides of the front of the penetrated T34 tank turret.
Sure enough, the cheek area on the front of the T34 tank turret that is not protected by the gun shield only has a semi-curved armor thickness of 45 mm. Theoretically, it is impossible to withstand the Type 40 tungsten-core armor-piercing projectile fired by the Type III J tank.
That can penetrate 90mm of homogeneous steel armor at a distance of 500 meters.
The more skilled Heizenauer pre-emptively used a Type 40 tungsten-core armor-piercing bullet to accurately hit the right cheek of the T34 tank's turret. Without any suspense, the tungsten-core armor-piercing bullet directly penetrated the inside of the armored turret, immediately setting off a firestorm.
A metal storm of shattered shrapnel and armor fragments flew everywhere.
The tungsten-core armor-piercing body that continued to advance after penetrating the turret armor directly killed the loader of the Iushkin vehicle with a headshot. Some of the broken shrapnel and armor fragments scattered in the narrow turret, forming a
A fatal secondary bounce effect.
The driver and machine gunner in the chassis of the car were hit in the back and head by shrapnel and armor fragments from the turret. They were immediately killed at their posts without a word. With the separation of the huge breech of the F34 main gun,
Iushkin, who was lucky enough not to be hit by the scattered fragments in his vital parts due to the delay effect, was still directly inserted into his thigh and right arm by several hot armor fragments, and he fainted directly under the strong impact of the shells.
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After paying the tragic end of three deaths and one serious injury, the Iushkin Second Lieutenant T34 tank, which had maintained its full combat capability a moment ago, lost its combat capability on the spot and turned into a tank. Although it still maintained its combat capability
However, all the members inside have been killed or in a "ghost car" state that has lost the ability to fight.
On the fierce battlefield where artillery shells were flying and machine gun tracer barrages were fired, through the gun scope of my right eye, I clearly saw the situation where Second Lieutenant Iushkin's car was immediately paralyzed after being hit by a German tank, and my heart sank.
Malashenko, who immediately realized what this situation meant, immediately became angry.
"Damn German, you want to die, then I will make it happen for you!"
Whispering softly, he turned the turret steering gear adjustment wheel held in his right hand with rapid hand speed, and moved the main gun, which had almost been aimed, away from a German Type 251 half-track that was pouring machine gun fire.
Furious, Malashenko vowed to avenge his comrades. In just one breath, he aimed the main gun in his hand at the Heizenauer car that had just opened fire.
"Go to hell, Fascism!"
Click——
boom--
The huge firing sound connected to the main gun muzzle by the foot launch pedal immediately covered the entire area directly in front of the two T34 tanks with a burst of fire, and the BR-350B hood was instantly ejected with the amazing kinetic energy of the muzzle.
The armor-piercing grenade easily crossed a shooting distance of less than a hundred meters in the blink of an eye and accurately hit the side armor of Heizenauer's vehicle.
The hooded armor-piercing grenade penetrated the weak side armor of the vehicle body and then triggered the armor-piercing delayed fuse in the chassis of the vehicle body and successfully exploded. It was swept through the narrow and airtight surroundings with blazing blasting flames and flying projectile fragments.
Everything in space.
Perhaps the goddess of luck favored her, or perhaps Malashenko's hastily fired hooded armor-piercing grenade did not hit the exact location where the ammunition should have exploded.
In short, after a disaster that swept through the entire interior of the car in an instant, Heizenauer, who was confused and his face was stained with blood, was still able to maintain a clearer sense of thinking.
He raised his arms and looked at his hands that were soaked in blood and bloody after taking off his gloves. He felt the intense pain coming from his lower body and realized that he was not going to die.
The strength to move my body to lift off the turret roof and escape was completely lost.
I saw in my gun scope that the German Panzer III tank, which had been accurately hit on the side armor of the vehicle body, immediately began to burst out thick black smoke. Although there was no explosion, there was no reaction and no tank crew members.
The group escapes outward.
Realizing that his shot had successfully killed the German tank, Malashenko was about to turn the muzzle and continue to point at the next target, but Nikolai's words coming from the electromechanical position in the chassis were interrupted.
Malashenko's actions.
"Comrade Commander, Political Commissar Petrov wants to speak to you. There is an emergency and I want to inform you!"
"What? Commissar Petrov?"
With an expression of astonishment, he never expected that Petrov’s political commissar would send him a radio communication at this time of intense fighting. In desperation, but having no other choice, Malashenko had no choice but to bend down from the commander’s seat and approach him.
Nikolai's right arm stretched out in the direction of Nikolai's position in the chassis of the car body.
"Give me the communicator, quickly!"
"Hello, Commissar Petrov, I am Malashenko. I am destroying the enemy. What instructions do you have?"
After taking the communication device from Nikolai's hand, he immediately gave a loud report to the waiting political commissar Petrov. From the background sound of the communication signal, the fierce gunshots and artillery fire on the battlefield could be clearly heard.
Commissar Petrov immediately put down the Tokarev TT33 pistol that still had muzzle heat in his hand, and shouted loudly to Malashenko on the other end of the communicator.