Chapter 1052 No One Survives

The protective effect of the entire front projection of the vehicle body is useless in front of the 122 heirlooms, and it is even more impossible to expect to use the most fragile side armor of the vehicle body to withstand the fierce bombardment of the power of the father.

At a distance of 500 meters, it can still ensure that the 180 mm vertical homogeneous rolled steel armor is penetrated. The 122 mm wind cap armor-piercing projectile with a flight speed of more than 700 meters per second instantly hits the front side armor of the vehicle body with a physical thickness of only 40 mm.

The thick and heavy 122 mm projectile brings devastating damage.

The first road wheel at the front of the smashed Black Panther body was broken in half on the spot, and was torn into pieces by the powerful impact kinetic energy, but all this did not stop the projectile from continuing to move forward and was just the beginning.

The projectile that broke the first road wheel on the outside continued to move forward. The mere 40 mm window paper armor was like nothing in front of the power of the father, and it did not provide any protection at all.

Iushkin guessed one thing correctly. The shells that penetrated the armor would indeed tear the flesh of the SS soldiers in the car. The real scene was not mixed with any false water.

The 122mm projectile shot from the front side hit the waist of the mechanic in the co-pilot position. It only broke an outer road wheel and 40mm vertical armor. The armor-piercing projectile still retained the powerful residual kinetic energy that could crush steel. There was no suspense or doubt about tearing the flesh of human flesh. Everything happened in just a moment.

At the moment when human consciousness could not react or realize it at all.

The right kidney, intestines, stomach, spine, left kidney of the miserable German mechanic, as well as all the muscles and tendons used to maintain waist movement and connect the upper and lower parts of the body, were torn and splashed in an instant. The blood drops almost solidified and stagnated in the air filled with turbid gasoline smell in the passing milliseconds. Even the solidified expression had not had time to feel the pain.

If the armor-piercing delay fuse fails, Iushkin's prediction will be further verified.

The 122mm armor-piercing projectile that continues to move forward will immediately smash the driver's body, making two bloody fragments mixed together and unable to distinguish the names of you and me. Then it will penetrate another layer of 40mm crisp armor, killing two people with one shot, and piercing the paper-like double-sided side armor of the Black Panther. The remaining three people in the turret can still be lucky enough to save their lives.

However, the Soviet-made shells, which have recovered from the military industry in the rear, have basically gotten rid of the bad problem of frequent failure of the armor-piercing delay fuse in 1941. What's more, the shells supplied to the famous Stalin Guards First Heavy Tank Brigade must be high-quality products with strict quality screening and reliable guarantee.

From the moment the front armor on the right side of the vehicle body was penetrated, the fate of this Black Panther and all five crew members seemed to have been doomed.

The 160-gram projectile warhead has a pure black aluminum charge with a TNT equivalent coefficient of 148%, which means that the explosion equivalent is equivalent to 8 grams of TNT explosives, which is equivalent to almost two and a half German infantry M24 offensive grenades detonated in the vehicle. [ ]

Generally speaking, this level of chemical energy explosion power is 100% German manned space flight, spiral flying head, Black Panther's already smaller head will be like a rocket, and will be pushed out of the turret seat ring, and there will be no other possibility.

But God or the goddess of fate seems to have favored this unlucky SS armored soldier. The equivalent TNT explosion power of 8 grams did not cause a violent ammunition explosion. Seeing that he had shot through the armor with one shot but did not react at all, Iushkin punched and hammered the breech block beside him.

"Shit! The position is too far forward!"

The ammunition rack and fuel tank were arranged in the rear layout and survived this disaster. The luck of the remaining three SS armored soldiers in the turret can be said to be so good that it is enough to make armored soldiers all over the world envious.

The high-speed flying projectile fragments cut the shell of the 75mm shell in the ammunition rack, but strangely did not ignite the propellant or explode. Even the gasoline tank, which was used to ignite with one shot, was quite competitive this time. It was not affected by the shrapnel and was completely intact without any problems.

The Panther tank with a fire storm sweeping inside the tank was like a drunkard. The remaining sprint kinetic energy that failed to brake in time prompted this unmanned Panther tank to continue to stagger forward for more than 20 meters before it stopped after a road wheel was broken.

The fist-sized holes in the side armor were punched open by the flame shock wave, the hatches above the driver and the mechanic were forced open by the flame shock wave, and even the gaps in the turret top cover that were less affected by the explosion shock wave were spewing out thick and choking black smoke like a holy grail filled with evil black mud.

The place where the Black Panther finally stopped almost hit the side armor of another Black Panther not far away, but fortunately it did not happen and was only separated by a distance of more than one meter.

The SS infantrymen who followed closely behind the other Black Panther to cover the advance were frightened by this scene. They even thought that the Black Panther that was hit and rushed forward was going to crush them. It was not until the smoking Black Panther that seemed to be completely out of control stopped like a drunkard that they realized that the truth of the matter might not be what they thought.

Several SS infantrymen bent forward with their weapons in their hands, staring at the abnormal Black Panther in front of them in a daze, and everyone was waiting for their superiors to give the next order.

At this moment, the escape hatch of the turret tilted to one side, facing the back of the heads of several SS soldiers, was suddenly opened. An SS tank commander wearing a military cap and headphones and with a bloody face struggled to reach out from the rear end of the turret, signaling his comrades who were close at hand to come and help him.

The first-level team leader who led the team did not dare to delay at all. He immediately threw the MP40 gun strap in his hand to his shoulder, stepped forward and grabbed the SS tank commander's arms and pulled him out on the spot, fearing that if he was a step late, a bullet flying from nowhere would hit his head.

The first-level squad leader who kept looking around and guarding against any threatening targets of the enemy was a veteran. The cruel experience of fighting on this land so far made him dare not be careless about the surrounding combat environment. After all, a pre-predicted action of falling to the ground in advance could be the difference between life and death, and people could not be careless.

However, the first-level squad leader who was only concerned with looking around the battlefield environment always forgot to see the most important thing: the body of the tank commander who was dragged by his arms and dragged behind the back of his own Black Panther.

When the situation was temporarily safe and the first thing he did after releasing his hands was to quickly take off the shoulder weapon and hold it in his hands again, the first sentence heard by the first-level squad leader who risked his life to save people was really a bit creepy.

"Klauzer, you only pulled back half of it"

What appeared in the astonished eyes after hearing the words was indeed a bloody half-body with only the part above the hips left, and the cock and pelvis were blown away.

The first-level squad leader called Clause subconsciously turned his head to look at the back of Black Panther's head. A bloody thorny road that he had dragged along, with pieces of meat left from time to time, appeared in front of him like a scarlet road to hell.

The tank commander who had just reached out to him for help was now just a corpse staring at the sky with his lifeless eyes wide open.

Clause suddenly felt an indescribable strange taste in his mouth, pursed his dry lips that seemed to be stained with blood, and finally spoke decisively after taking a last look at the corpse he had saved at the risk of his life.

"He's dead, let's keep moving forward! Follow the tanks, go!"