Chapter 1051 Leopard Death Reprint (Part 2)

Although faced with almost unbearable ferocious firepower, the Skull Division, one of the most powerful and vicious ace units of the Waffen-SS, still withstood the fierce attacks from the front, on the spot. He stopped and started shooting back.

Although from the comrades who escaped alive, they heard rumors that the new heavy tanks of the Russians on the opposite side could completely withstand direct fire from their own Panthers.

But there is a saying that "you will not die until you reach the Yellow River, and you will not shed tears until you see the coffin." This second wave of Skeleton Division armored soldiers who would rather die than believe in evil will still try again.

At a distance of 700 meters where the IS2 could easily penetrate the frontal protection of the Black Panther, it opened up its posture and started shooting directly with a group of steely fathers on the opposite side. I don’t know whether to praise or scold this stupid approach, or even Comrade Julien, who was commanding the battle from the commander's position in the car, was instantly amused.

"Hey, damn it! If you drive a stupid Black Panther and drag it like this, what if you drive a Tiger King and even your own mother turns against you?"

In the midst of the conversation and laughter, the sound of the breech closing was heard once again, and Kirill, who had once again completed his high-intensity physical labor, shouted with a not-so-slight gasp.

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"Don't be a dog to Citron in your next life, you fascist bastard!"

boom--

The tacit understanding of the crew has been improved unprecedentedly in the protracted battle. Now, in more situations, Iushkin actually no longer needs Malashenko to personally calibrate the target and order the fire.

Unless Malashenko specifically requests to shoot a specific target, Iushkin will decide which target to hit next based on his own subjective judgment on the battlefield. Objectively speaking, Iushkin's ability to understand and judge the battlefield is not even worse than Malashenko.

This is also an important reason why Malashenko dares to put more thought into overall overall command rather than specifically deciding which target to hit next.

Malashenko, who holds the positions of both vehicle commander and brigade commander, cannot focus all his attention on specific battles. Iushkin, who was forced to gain great autonomy in firing, began to move closer to a qualified commander under such circumstances.

Iushkin, who was not always on target, accidentally missed.

The Black Panther, which immediately started traveling at high speed after firing a shot, with the accelerator fully stepped on, happened to be in hell and then turned around and returned to the world. It's like Dante who went to hell under the guidance of Virgil and came back and wrote a book for future generations that has been sung through the ages.

He watched helplessly as the cannonball he sent out of the cannon with his own hands touched the butt of the Panther and produced a string of dazzling sparks at an extremely weird angle of incidence. It then crashed into the soil in an instant, with no further follow-up. .

Iushkin, who felt that this shot was insulted by the German's coquettish movement, was a little angry. Even then, he raised his right hand and waved his movements in the air without taking his eyes off the mirror, beckoning behind him that he could not see but was definitely fighting for. Kirill at the post, hurry up and reload.

"Kirill, hurry up! Armor-piercing bullets, one more shot! I'm going to turn those five Germans into barbecue!"

Iushkin, who only cares about the pleasure of his own ejaculation, speaks in a relaxed manner. Kirill, who is still burdened with high-intensity physical labor in a sweltering and high-temperature combat environment, is already tired and sweating profusely with a hideous face at this moment. .

"Wait, wait, give me ten seconds! It'll be ready soon!"

Kirill, who was gnashing his teeth and his entire facial features were almost twisted into a lump, had to use all his strength to put the 122mm armor-piercing projectile in his arms, which was like a lump of lead, on the slide.

After doing all this, Kirill didn't even have a chance to take a breath. Then he bent down again, picked up the ready-made propellant cartridge that had been placed vertically by his feet, and held it between his arms like It was like a weightlifter preparing for the final blow. He suddenly exerted force on his waist and then let go and hung it on the edge of the breech.

The elbow of his left arm clamped the middle part of the propellant barrel to maintain balance. He took the opportunity to pull out his right hand and hold the primer of the propellant forward with force. Kirill, whose face was so ferocious that he almost screamed on the spot, used such a fierce action to raise his head. With a red face, he fed a complete set of 122mm shells into the barrel, and finally raised his hand and pushed it upward to completely close the breech.

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

·Hold the height machine and the steering machine with both hands at the same time and shoot the bow. The right eye does not forget to stare at the moving target through the gun scope in front of you. While the brain accurately directs the precise movements of all limbs and organs, it also Forget to think about the shooting advance, the final impact point trajectory affected by the muzzle velocity and the distance traveled.

Once you are sure that you have adjusted the high and low machine handwheels above the horizontal density line for final firing, you only need to continue shaking the direction machine handwheel with motor blessing.

Iushkin released the hand wheel of the high and low machine, and placed his right hand on the firing lever of the gun block, ready to go.

But just when the lever in his hand was about to suddenly exert force, an unexpected emergency followed.

Ding-ding——

call out--

The sound of armor impact was heard first, followed by the whistling sound in the air. An armor-piercing projectile with extremely high flying speed hit the turret side armor of Malashenko's vehicle without any warning.

The violent impact and harsh metal echo caused by the supersonic impact kinetic energy hitting the armor in an instant shocked Iushkin, who was highly focused, and suddenly his hand slipped, and the lever he was holding tightly in his hand was pulled down a few tenths of a second in advance, driving the firing pin.

Kirill spent a lot of effort to load this armor-piercing shell, but Iushkin, who slipped his hand, unexpectedly sent it out of the barrel in advance.

"Damn it! It's too early!"

Even if it was fired a few tenths of a second in advance, the final result was either hitting the enemy tank or shooting into the ground.

This time, Iushkin, who was fully prepared and believed in himself, finally succeeded in stepping on the former with his own strength and a little bit of luck.

Iushkin originally aimed at the side belly of the Black Panther that was speeding at high speed.

According to Iushkin's previous combat experience, if he penetrated this place, he could at least kill the three crew members, the gunner, the commander, and the loader, on the spot. Even if the armor-piercing delay fuse failed and the shell penetrated the side armor like a big iron lump and smashed into the car.

The armor collapse fragments brought by the impact of the high-speed large-caliber projectile were definitely enough to kill these three SS bastards. If he was lucky, there might be two SS lackeys who were strung together like a candied haws and split in half by a 122 shell. There was no need to worry about other problems as long as he could hit.

Iushkin thought so, and of course he was prepared to do so. The only regret was that he fired the ready-to-fire shell in the barrel a few tenths of a second in advance.

With the advance amount pre-aiming done, the projectile was "squeezed" out of the barrel by the strong chemical energy of the propellant combustion, and immediately rushed straight to a position that Iushkin did not expect.

The final impact point, like a red-hot razor piercing through fatty pork, was exactly the side armor at the front end of the Black Panther where the mechanic and driver were located. All this was due to the error of a few tenths of a second.