"Aim at the German anti-tank gun and smash it for me!"
"Listen to you! Comrade Commander!"
boom--
The Stalingrad street battle fought in the city was different from any suburban battle encountered before. The relatively flat road surface as one of the favorable conditions made it possible for the tank's main gun to accurately fire at medium and short range in the second gear while advancing at a constant speed.
possible.
Although this is still difficult, and only the most elite gunners can complete such a difficult technical operation, Iushkin, one of Malashenko's most trusted right-hand men, still tried his best to accomplish this and became more and more perfect with each passing day.
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The 85mm high-explosive shell spiraled out of the black muzzle and hit the bunker of the German anti-tank gun. In an instant, it transformed into a blazing and bright fireball under the catalysis of the collision instant fuse.
The anti-tank gun bunker temporarily reinforced with picked-up bricks and concrete withstood part of the impact, but the high-energy projectile fragments still ripped open the shield of the Pak 40 75mm anti-tank gun, killing the German troops hiding behind it.
The anti-tank gun team instantly cleared the scene.
After penetrating the artillery shield and then hitting the helmet, the fragments of the projectile had little kinetic energy left, but the aftermath was even more terrifying.
The German gunner, with his eyes wide open and without a word, was the first to fall to the ground.
The fragment of the projectile that was at least 20 centimeters long penetrated the helmet, but it was unable to move forward due to insufficient remaining kinetic energy. Only the buttocks of the fragment were still exposed. All the remaining parts penetrated the helmet body.
And it penetrated deep into the forehead and skull, just like the toy javelins used for entertainment in bars in later generations.
"Still moving! The German guy on the anti-tank gun is still moving, and there's still one alive!"
"Kirill, high-explosive bomb! Iushkin, one more shot! Tear these Germans to pieces!"
Click——
Ding-ding——
The moment the gun breech was opened, the hot and smoking shell shells fell into the gun emplacement collection box with a crisp sound of metal collision. Kirill, whose tank cap was half askew, was holding a high-explosive shell that was longer than his shoulder width.
, with the unique harsh sound of metal friction, he held the primer with his fist and sent the shell into the barrel.
"High explosive bombs are good!"
"Go to your emperor! Fascist lackeys!"
boom--
The surviving German artillery crew that was knocked to the ground by the explosion shock wave had no time to struggle to get up. Their entire ears had almost completely lost their hearing and could not hear any sound at all. The war-torn battlefield was as ghostly as a silent movie.
The land was extremely silent.
The God of Death, in this silent scene, vigorously waved the deadly scythe in his hand, harvesting the lives of these poor German soldiers in an instant.
Boom——
The huge explosion cloud that shot up into the sky was several times the size of the explosion of the previous 85mm full-caliber high-explosive bomb a few seconds ago. At the same time, accompanied by bright tracer bullet marks, it shot straight into the sky where the cold wind was howling.
I have to admit that this shot had a bonus of luck, but Iushkin did fulfill Malashenko's order, and overfulfilled it by 200% or even 300%! The huge explosion and fire even hit the anti-tank
The German machine gun positions next to the gun emplacements were all affected, swallowing up several German soldiers who had no time to escape.
"Good shot! Iushkin! This shot even hit the German's ammunition box into the sky! Well done!"
"Next shot! Continue the high-explosive bombs! Aim at the German guy's machine gun and kill him!"
The rapidly advancing IS1 heavy tank is like a steel behemoth swarming with sheep. It is invincible. The thick armor is almost immune to all German weapon attacks that have been fired. The only effect of bullets or artillery shells hitting the armor is
All it could do was spatter a burst of dazzling sparks.
But among the German soldiers who witnessed all this horror, not all of them felt fearful and despairing.
The stronger the smell of blood, the more powerful hunters will be attracted to the hunting grounds at the forefront of the conflict, and even Stalingrad is no exception.
"The distance is three hundred and fifty meters, about...the biggest threat is the heavy machine gunner on the Russian tank. Which one do you want to hit first?"
The ZF42 4x scope with a semi-concave notch collar in the middle locked onto the enemy. The man who had already put his index finger on the trigger seemed to be outside the world and did not belong to this hot battlefield filled with artillery fire. He was cold and ruthless.
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"First this..."
boom--
call out--
The 7.92mm Mauser full-power rifle bullet rushed out of the barrel at extremely high speed with muzzle flash, and passed straight through the center of the machine gun shield that was less than a fist wide, shattering the shot.
The bullets the person intended to crush caused horrific aftereffects.
Brains and mushy human flesh and blood tissue were splashed all over the machine gun's shield and gun body. The body, with its head half pulled out of control, rolled downwards from the turret like a kicking ball, and fell on the snow that was shaking as the tracks rolled forward.
There were only corpse twitches of neurological reactions.
After killing his first target with one shot, Wilt harbored an increasingly uncontrollable obsession.
He clearly remembered this Soviet heavy tank with its unique shape, the Guards logo and a bear head pattern painted on the turret, and the number 177 printed wildly on the armor plate on the front of the vehicle.
It was this Russian heavy tank that caused his only failure in the city of Stalingrad so far.
Although the blow just now was successful, Wilt, who was extremely calm and calm, knew clearly that the person he shot to death just now was not the number one target on his hunting list, but just an unlucky person.
An ordinary Russian soldier who became a scapegoat and trained with himself.
The real number one prey, at this moment, is protected by this thick steel body, and dare not face himself in front of a turtle with a shrunken head.
Wilt, who was familiar with every trace of Stalingrad's city streets, swore that he could smell the unique tracking mark on the Russian through the armor, and his intuition and sixth sense proved that the prey was definitely among them.
"Look in other directions and don't disturb me unless there is an emergency."
Kurt, who was lying beside him with a telescope in his hand, knew that whenever Wilt said such words, it was definitely when he entered the state and was ready to kill.
Kurt still clearly remembers the last time Wilt entered this state, killing three Russian officers in one breath in 10 seconds.
As for what kind of unique skills Wilt used to accomplish this feat with a bolt-action rifle, Kurt felt that he would never be able to learn it in his lifetime, so naturally he didn't bother to ask.
At the moment when Kurt was recalling the scene of Wilt's last killing spree, Wilt pulled the trigger again and fired the second fatal bullet.