Chapter 1054 Heavenly Punishment Giant Elephant

Malachenko was not surprised that the Germans would send in follow-up reinforcements. In fact, given the current situation, it would be outrageous if the Germans continued to watch their troops being slaughtered indifferently.

What really surprised Malachenko was the terrifying shapes of the steel bodies that climbed over the grass slope.

The square body of the vehicle was buckled with a big head that was also square and shoe-box-shaped. The standard German shape was so natural and pure German.

The rear combat room plus the 71-caliber 88mm main gun with the highest anti-armor combat effectiveness in the world at present, a terrifying and ferocious war beast was built.

The moment to witness the power of this terrifying German war beast is coming in the next second.

Boom——

The slender gun barrel sprayed out a hot and deadly flame, and the spreading muzzle shock wave instantly crushed the green grass directly below the muzzle.

The 88mm full-caliber armor-piercing shell with a muzzle velocity of up to 1,000 meters per second screamed through the air and hit the turret of the IS2 heavy tank closest to Malashenko. The terrible scene suddenly came before all the brains and nerves had time to react.

Boom-

The flames that shot up into the sky set off a violent ammunition explosion shock wave that shook the ground under the feet.

The remaining 8 rounds of the first ammunition rack projectiles ready to be fired at the back of the turret became the heel of destruction. The 88mm full-caliber projectile warhead that was almost successfully detonated against the first ammunition rack detonated it instantly. Malashenko had been worried that the terrible scene that would befall him suddenly happened to him at such a close distance, shocking.

The huge turret with the 122mm main gun was directly blown up into the sky by the flames of the explosion. The flames spread wildly and licked the steel armor, releasing destructive chemical energy. The flames finally died down and the smoke dissipated when the turret with the ring facing the sky fell heavily.

What was left was only the headless body and the blackened upside-down turret that fell to the ground and the shadows of the three crew members of the turret had long disappeared.

It was also because the power of the explosion of the first ammunition rack at the rear of the turret was too terrifying. Malashenko could even clearly see that the 100mm physical thickness of the cast turret armor was deformed, expanded and twisted from zero distance after the strong ammunition explosion.

How terrible and painful would it be for this terrible destructive force to act on mortal humans?

Malashenko didn't want to know, let alone experience this feeling in person. Malashenko only knew that these black panthers in front of him were not even brothers compared to the threats of those steel monsters.

"Scrap man! It's the German Scrap Man! Kurbalov, take your men and focus fire on that thing, quick!"

Also commanding his IS6 heavy tank to fight not far from Malashenko.

Kurbalov, who was shocked by the huge artillery sound in the distance, also noticed the German monsters at the same time. Just looking at the size that was taller than his own car, as long as the German tank designer had not taken the wrong medicine, this thing would definitely be difficult to deal with.

"Got it, Comrade Brigade Commander! They are dead!"

The other IS2s accompanying Kurbalov's car turned their muzzles at almost the same time, aiming the heavy 122 heirloom at a target at least one kilometer away.

It is not easy for a tank with simple fire control level in World War II to hit the first shot at such a long distance, but it cannot just give up when the teammates have been killed first. The anger of revenge soon burst out with the sound of the muzzle.

Boom boom boom --

Including the vehicle that Kurbarov was riding in, a total of 7 122mm main guns that reacted immediately opened fire in return fire. 7 heavy hooded armor-piercing shells screamed through the air and rushed straight to the same target one kilometer away from different angles.

Malashenko did not expect that all the immediate counterattacks in this emergency state would hit the target, especially when the engagement distance was as high as one kilometer. The final result was basically the same as Malashenko expected.

Two of the 7 shells hit the ground because the vertical scale of the gun mirror was adjusted too low, splashing a burst of smoky broken soil blocks flying all over the sky, leaving a deafening roar.

Another shell was because a certain gunner's gun mirror vertical scale was adjusted too high, miscalculated the exact shooting distance, and the shell passed over the German monster's head, leaving a burst of screaming in the air echoing over the battlefield.

Fortunately, the remaining four shells did hit Ferdinand accurately. Three of the five Ferdinands were hit in the face and all were hit by the main armor belt on the front of the fighting room. One of them was hit by two bullets.

If the Black Panther, which believed that armor was invincible, was destroyed by the power of the father, it brought great shock and death to the SS armored soldiers who had already gone to another world.

Then the scene of swallowing 122 hooded armor-piercing bullets that was completely incomprehensible at the moment was enough to make Kurbalov, who unconsciously opened his mouth wide, lose his voice.

"What kind of fascist monster is this!?"

The 122 heirloom blessed by the power of the father can hit the soul with one shot and restore any selected German tank to the factory settings. Kurbalov has always believed this since he received the new car, and Malashenko also nodded to him with a smile to agree with this statement.

But now, on the battlefield.

The monsters that suddenly appeared from nowhere on the opposite side, but with the vertical armor that seemed to have no inclination, took the fierce bombardment of the 122 gun without ricocheting, and no ammunition exploded. This was completely different from the scene of flames and flying fragments that Kurbalov had expected.

"Maybe it's just that the fuse failed, it's not impossible."

Kurbalov prayed silently in his heart. He prayed that among the armor-piercing shells that hit the German monsters just now, there were some that did penetrate the armor but failed to fire the warhead charge because of the failure of the fuse, so they failed to cause the expected strong ammunition explosion. This explanation is reasonable after careful consideration.

If this is true, Kurbalov believes that even if the warhead charge is not detonated, the 122 full-caliber projectile plus the armor-piercing fragments brought up will definitely be enough to kill two or three German crew members.

As long as these SS lunatics still had a little bit of sobriety left, and were not so fanatically loyal to the enemy, they would most likely abandon their vehicles immediately, and it would be good if the opponent could lose their combat effectiveness, even if it was not completely destroyed.

But Kurbalov's last glimmer of hope was destined to end in tragedy.

When the first Ferdinand that was bombarded once again sprayed a burst of black engine exhaust, the heavy body weighing 65 tons slowly rose and moved forward to find a better firing position, Kurbalov's expression, with his chin almost dropping to his feet, could only be described as incomprehensible.