Chapter 968 Ravaged

After six shells were fired, there was already a pile of steel garbage in front of my eyes. The artillery of the IS-7 has also become extremely hot, and the belt of the semi-automatic loader is empty, and it needs to enter a long long reload. And after spewing out the berserk firepower, the location of this monster was naturally exposed.

Killing six tanks in one go, this kind of refreshment is comparable to Huanai's **! For the U.S. military under fire, it was a hellish nightmare. The lying American soldier found out the radio station he was carrying while screaming, and reported the situation to the superior commander in the rear.

"Support, request support, we are under heavy enemy artillery fire."

"The enemy's firepower is too strong, and we lost six 'Pershings' in an instant. Now the road is blocked, and it is difficult for the tanks in the rear to move forward."

"The enemy is hiding on the hillside by the road. The coordinates are ***.***. We need fire support from howitzers. Oh..., hell!"

On the top of the mountain around Gutuli in the rear, the US artillery observers were concentrating on the road two or three kilometers away, but the white fog that suddenly appeared in the morning blocked their sight.

Originally, I thought it would be easy to catch a powerful armored force attacking, but now what I saw in the thick fog were six piles of smoking bonfires, and there were messy cries for help on the radio.

There are six 105mm howitzers in Gutuli. After receiving the coordinates sent back from the front, the artillery responded quickly and immediately fired support. The artillery commander repeatedly asked about the shooting effect on the radio, hoping to hear some useful information, but in fact...

"It came out, it came at us."

"Help, who will stop this guy?"

"My leg, my leg is broken, I need medics."

Hearing these screams, many officers in Tuguli had a question in their minds: What happened to the armored unit that just went out? They are a powerful armored battalion, who can beat them so badly?

At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng was driving his steel mount forward quickly. The 130mm main gun was cool to use, but the shells were clumsy and heavy. It took less than two minutes to reload the chamber and the belt.

Two minutes was too long, enough for the enemy's artillery to plow the ground where Zhou Qingfeng was two or three times with shells. So he decided to rush out, rush out to give the enemy a good time!

The original IS-7 was an extremely powerful tank with a rather cramped interior. Mao Xiong never cared about ergonomics. The running tank shook violently and basically couldn't do anything.

However, Zhou Qingfeng's modified "Teletubbies" is quite spacious. Not to mention the space and weight vacated by the electric transmission, the American radio station alone is smaller than the Soviet radio station. All kinds of exquisite subsystems replace Mao Xiong's stupid and clumsy rammed goods, which are easy to use, convenient and comfortable.

The 1,200-horsepower diesel generator provided powerful power and torque to drive the 60-ton tank forward. Since the road was blocked by the destroyed 'Pershing', Zhou Qingfeng used his tank's excellent suspension to drive on the rugged hillside.

The U.S. soldiers scattered on both sides of the road suddenly fell into disaster. When they heard the sound of tanks attacking, the steel giants had already run in front of them. Some people ran away in panic, but some were killed and injured.

An IS-7 crew member got out from the top of the turret and operated the M2HB heavy machine gun outside to continuously shoot at the American soldiers who fell behind the tank—yes, Zhou Qingfeng used American machine guns for the convenience of using the captured ammunition.

While the IS-7 is rushing all the way, there is a string of US tanks and armored vehicles behind the road. Seeing this domineering tank emerge from the mist, a bunch of chattering screams rang out again on the radio.

"Find the target."

"Fire!"

"Beautiful fight!"

"Hit."

"It seems to have penetrated!"

"One more shot and they're finished."

"Hit the target hard."

"We beat the enemy hard."

"Ricochet!"

"We failed to penetrate their armor.

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"Target disappears."

The first six 'Pershings' were destroyed, and the tank commanders behind were already frightened to the extreme. As soon as the IS-7 appeared, a bunch of cannons were aimed and fired. It was just a bunch of shells being pinged and rattled, and the mood of the American tank soldiers fell from the crest to the bottom. Nothing happened to this thickly armored tank, and it continued to move forward like a madman.

The shells slammed on the IS-7's hull, basically hitting the wedge-shaped main armor on the front. Since Zhou Qingfeng took all the night vision goggles and other equipment back into the car before the impact, the US artillery shells left white spots on the main armor, but nothing was gained.

The U.S. tank reloaded and wanted to fire a second shot, but found that the hurricane tank ran behind him in the blink of an eye. Even if someone has quick hands and feet and wants to hit the side armor when the IS-7 passes by, he finds that the depression angle of his artillery can't reach the enemy tank that is passing close to him.

There are still eleven US tanks left on the road, followed by armored vehicles and trucks. When Zhou Qingfeng commanded the IS-7 to pass over the tanks in front of him, those thin-skinned little pitifuls in front of him were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered one after another, extremely delicious.

"Don't use the main gun, use the secondary gun to hit the armored vehicles, use the machine gun to hit the trucks and infantry." Zhou Qingfeng would go crazy, laughing from ear to ear. He rushed into the enemy's formation not only to avoid the enemy's howitzers, but also to eat the weak scum behind him.

The modified IS-7 has a large interior space, but the main gun shells are only 60 rounds. The 40mm secondary gun is fed with a chain of ammunition, with a full 300 rounds of shells, and more than 2,000 rounds of ammunition for the machine gun, with extremely high firepower.

Compared with the slow-loading main gun, the platoon deputy who acts as the gunner also has a soft spot for the rapid-fire secondary gun. He aimed at the "Greyhound" armored vehicle ahead, and found that the little guy was shooting at him with a small 37mm tube.

The jingling sound was like the wail of death.

The platoon officer pressed the trigger button, and the 40mm semi-armour-piercing grenade easily penetrated the thin armor of the Greyhound, and the power of the explosion was just right, killing and injuring the occupants inside.

IS-7 entered the enemy's interior so easily, sweeping away all obstacles in front of it with its sharp artillery fire. After taking out a few armored vehicles and personnel carriers, it can't even use the secondary battery, and the turret and front machine gun are enough to deal with those unprotected transport trucks.

The motorized American infantry had to jump off one after another, looking for cover in a hurry on the side of the road. When the machine guns of the IS-7 turret began to straf them, the hull itself even directly hit the truck blocking the road.

A solid tank of more than 60 tons collided with a truck weighing two or three tons. This was a hearty devastation. Zhou Qingfeng's killing all the way was completely beyond the expectations of the US military. No one thought that he would face such an unreasonable super tank.

When they rushed to the rear of the armored unit, almost all of the more than 50 armored vehicles and trucks emitted smoke, all the materials loaded on the vehicles were lost, and all the personnel fled, causing great casualties. Several trucks transporting fuel even caught fire, and the flames were raging.

The U.S. troops on the hilltop in Gutuli in the rear were all in a daze. They watched the flames rising in the fog and listened to the calls for help from the radio, but they couldn't do anything, and they didn't even know what their comrades were facing. What?

And the IS-7, which had already rushed to the rear of the enemy, finally finished loading the main gun, this time including one round in the chamber, and it could eject seven rounds in a row. Zhou Qingfeng ordered the tank to turn around, and shouted to the driver: "Kill back, kill until the enemy is gone!"