Chapter 1042: Death of the Leopard (Part 2)

The sturdy front tilted armor plate left a bowl-sized penetration wound, and the blazing fire inside the car was like a tongue from hell licking the world, spraying out from the bowl-sized penetration wound, emitting scalding heat.

The wreckage chassis of the Panther D, which had become a headless corpse, was almost blown to pieces from the inside out by the ammunition explosion. The extremely strong explosion impact even broke the suspension torsion bar out of the walking structure, and it was inserted upside down in the ground more than 20 meters away with the road wheels like a tombstone.

It was not only Malashenko's brigade commander's car that sprayed violent anger at the enemy, but also Lavrinenko's car and Kurbalov's car who drove at full speed to kill together.

The three IS6 heavy tank prototypes that rushed to their positions first and rushed to help were merciless, and with their almost indestructible solid front armor, they resisted all direct fire from the fascists.

Bullets and shells had no effect on the steel body standing tall on the battlefield. Sparks flying everywhere and ricocheting bullets that shot straight into the sky or fell into the ground on the spot trampled the confidence of the German armored soldiers under their feet again and again like worthless dog shit.

The German armored soldiers, whose faces were gradually covered with despair, found that although the reloading time of these Russian heavy tanks with surprisingly large main gun calibers was very long, the reloading time required for one shot was enough for the team to fire two or even three shots.

However, the only terrifying power that could scare the recruits to pee their pants was something that all the German armored vehicles on the battlefield could not face at this moment.

Every time the father roared, there must be a poor leopard who was slaughtered.

What made the German armored soldiers feel endless fear was not just death, but the miserable and torn state after death.

None of the Panthers destroyed by the three Russian monster tanks had intact bodies. Their heads were separated, their bodies were blown into pieces, and even the entire welded upper front armor plate was blown away by the amazing power of the ammunition explosion, breaking the welds in the four directions of up, down, left and right and exploding into several pieces.

What was left was only the wreckage of the Panther tank with a big mouth and twisted and deformed. Under the scorching flames, it became a steel coffin that provided professional one-stop service for the German armored soldiers. Unfortunately, there were no strong black uncles to carry it.

The elite soldiers of Germany were not afraid of death, and the SS, which boasted of their fanatical impression of the Führer, was even more of a trampler of death.

But such a miserable scene after death would more or less bring some subtle psychological effects to the SS armored soldiers who might follow in the next second.

The sudden death of the assault captain Schleheim did not hastily draw an anticlimactic end to this offensive operation.

On the contrary, the SS armored soldiers who lost their leader became even more crazy and hysterical, like berserkers stimulated by blood, and started to rush towards the Soviet positions.

"If your shells cannot penetrate the Russian tractors, it can only mean one thing: your tanks are not close enough to the Russians!"

Assault Captain Schleheim has become an ancient, and died without a trace under the fierce bombardment of the father's power, but his words before his death are still in the hearts of his subordinates, playing a crucial leading role at this last moment.

"Keep attacking, don't stop! We are about to win, rush to the Russian position to open a gap for the infantry, quickly!"

The person who took over the command was a Waffen SS first-level assault captain. He was the survivor with a rank second only to Schleheim among all the existing crews. He was a company-level commander of an armored company under the Skeleton Division, named Steiner.

There were only less than three minutes to fight with the three Russian monsters who suddenly appeared halfway and crossed the line. However, in this short period of less than three minutes, Steiner, who was also one of the veteran armored soldiers of the Skeleton Division, had already noticed the first weakness of the opponent.

"The caliber of the Russian main gun is too large, similar to the previous KV2! It takes a long time to reload, speed up and rush over, grab the shooting position before they reload, listen to my command!"

Completely contrary to the caliber ratio of their own main guns, the Russians' solution to the lack of armor-piercing firepower was both rough and effective, just increase the caliber of the main gun.

I still remember the jaw-dropping expression of astonishment when I first saw the Russians' mobile giant toilet. Steiner, who had rushed to a close enough distance and could roughly judge the caliber of the opponent's main gun with his naked eyes and experience, knew that the Russians had once again recklessly increased the caliber of their tank main guns.

Just like the big toilet KV2 before, no matter how strong the Russians are, loading such a huge cannon on a tank is definitely not an easy job.

Relying on the extremely maneuverable vehicle under his crotch, Steiner is sure to rush to a close enough distance before the Russian facing him fires next time, then stop the car immediately and find a way to shoot the Russian on the side. No matter how thick the armor is, there is definitely no tank that cannot be penetrated from the side!

"The Russian's turret is moving, it's moving! Steiner, you'd better give the order quickly!"

The gunner, whose right hand was shaking with nervousness, screamed heart-wrenchingly in an instant, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans were rolling down his forehead. Steiner, who was also witnessing this scene, knew that the time left for him from this moment on was the final countdown, and the victory or defeat was only in his final decision.

"Stop!"

"15 degrees to the right, aim the main gun, and fire at the side of the Russian! Kill him!"

The Panther D tank, with the accelerator pressed to the ground, instantly rolled up a gust of grass and mud under the emergency brake of the driver. The heavy body of 46 tons almost stopped in a drifting state in a violent swing. The muzzle of the main gun, which originally kept the body on the same course, was just 15 degrees to the right of the Russian monster.

Steiner, who was experienced and skilled in cooperation, guessed the firing angle after the emergency brake, and the order to rotate the turret issued in advance bought him the last precious time.

The Russian monster turret was not slow in rotation, which was totally inconsistent with its seemingly bulky body. It even gave people a visual effect that it was much faster than the Panther D. However, Steiner had no time to consider whether it was his illusion.

Life and death depended on this instantaneous shot. Seeing that the side of the Russian monster's turret was no longer completely sideways facing him after turning around, the gunner did not hesitate. If he did not seize this last chance, he would definitely be the one to die. There was no second possibility. He pulled the trigger with his trembling right hand in just a moment.

Boom——

Swoosh——

Ding-bang——

"No ricochet! We hit it! We hit the side of the Russian turret. Oh my god! What kind of monster is this!!!"

The flattened turret protection covered with a full 150mm physical thickness armor completely took the heavy blow that was fatal to the IS2.

The remaining body of the 75mm full-caliber capped armor-piercing projectile fell at the feet of the tracks of this ferocious steel behemoth.

The turret side armor of the IS6 heavy tank withstood the test at a distance of 200 meters. Not only did it firmly withstand the armor-piercing projectile at an angle of more than 50 degrees, but it also completely swallowed up all its flight kinetic energy, gnawed the cap, knocked the projectile body crooked, and destroyed the untriggered projectile fuse with irregular arc armor.

At the moment when the gunner stopped turning the hand wheel with the electric steering gear, Lavrinenko, who greatly admired the courage and superb skills of these Germans, finally showed a grim smile on his lips, indicating the final outcome.

"Go to hell and serve the Nazis, Germans!"

The black muzzle of the giant cannon sprayed out scorching flames, and the huge muzzle overpressure instantly crushed a shallow pit in the grass directly below the barrel. For a moment, it felt like the time in this world was slowing down. Knowing that everything was over, the first-level assault captain Steiner closed his eyes.

"Goodbye, Greta"