Chapter 1094 It’s These Russians Again!

Perhaps the infantrymen on the battlefield were not very sure, or simply could not recognize the group of Russian steel monsters roaring towards them, but Wittmann was different.

Due to professional sensitivity, Wittmann had been thinking about those hideous Russian steel monsters in the past few days.

The armor of those Russian steel monsters was so thick that it was outrageous! Even the Tiger tank, which was famous for its strong armor and powerful guns, might only hear a sound after firing a shot.

And the huge cannon with a huge caliber certainly took a long time to load, but as long as the cannon roared and fired, Wittmann had hardly seen a few lucky people who could escape from the hideous muzzle.

And now, the group of Russian steel monsters with bared fangs and claws once again drove at full speed and rushed towards them.

Wittmann could clearly see through the telescope in his hand that the two Russian heavy tanks rushing in the front were exactly the same as the hideous steel monsters in his impression.

According to Wittmann himself, there must be not many experimental Russian heavy tanks that have not yet been mass-produced. Otherwise, since the beginning of the Battle of Kursk, he has only seen it once in the frontal assault on the direction of Oboyan, and has never seen it again!

Now, this group of monsters has returned to the battlefield, leading the large number of steel monsters that always appear with them. ɱ

Wittmann would not be naive to think that he has run into another identical Russian elite tank unit, even the 177 number paint on the front armor of the Russian monster in the front is exactly the same.

All the visible scenes are only silently explaining one thing.

The special Russian heavy tank unit that caused the Skeleton Division and the Guards Flag Division to run aground on the frontal defense position in the direction of Oboyan has now chased the Guards Flag Division to Prokhorovka, just like the ghosts in the ghost story!

"It's these Russians again! This is a big trouble."

Last time, the SS, as the attacking party, anchored and delayed in front of the position protected by these ferocious steel monsters, and was hit one after another by the huge and sturdy main gun and blasted into pieces. The result of not winning is a complete failure for the attacking party.

Now, the attacking and defending parties have switched positions with each other, and the SS is responsible for stopping the group of steel monsters like mad bulls from moving forward.

Wittmann, who has realized the seriousness of the situation, is very skeptical about what kind of tactical arrangement can be used to stop these Russian steel monsters from moving forward, to prevent them from breaking through the position and letting those infantry rush in like a tide.

At present, there is no good ready-made solution, but this cannot stop Wittmann from doing the meaningful things he should do.

"Michel! Your mission is to lead your platoon to the preset No. 3 combat position on the right side of the position, where you will block the Russian tanks from advancing further and cover all the infantry within your firepower coverage! You need to keep fighting there until the order is updated, keep the radio open, and move!"

The communications staff who came to assign the order shouted from a few meters away on the side of the tank. Wittmann, who stood half of his body outside the turret with headphones hanging around his neck, nodded frequently, indicating that he understood.

The communications staff who conveyed the order had just run away when a deafening explosion came from not far away.

Wittmann, who turned back subconsciously in the direction of the sound, was already a step too late. All that was left in his field of vision was the burning headless wreckage of the No. 4 tank.

This stupid truck driver obviously wanted to die by placing his car in a position that was too big to be mentioned, and it was more conspicuous than the anti-tank gun, but he rushed to fire. The Russians must be blind not to shoot you!

"Idiot without a brain"

Whitman muttered to himself without any further hesitation. He retreated into the car with the top cover open and put on his headphones again. A total of three Tigers, including Wittman's own car, started up quickly and staggered towards the battle position.

With the artillery preparation that was obviously quite effective, Malashenko commanded the troops to rush to a position less than 300 meters away from the position in less than a cigarette.

The SS position, like a hedgehog with hair blown up, resisted the firepower in a straight line. Various anti-tank guns and armored vehicles carrying guns continued to appear and fired fiercely at their own side.

The Red Army soldiers who entered the range of the light weapons exchange had already jumped out of the car, followed the huge heavy tanks of their own side to seek cover and advance step by step.

The turret top cover, which was closed rather than open, provided a fairly good shooting field of view. The machine gunner carrying the DP light machine gun directly placed the gun on the turret, stood on the engine cover, crouched, and fired at the enemy positions within the field of vision while moving.

The front of the October State Farm was a very wide and relatively flat open space, which was relatively easy to attack and difficult to defend, especially when the enemy was heavily armored.

The relatively flat terrain with few ups and downs created a very favorable environment for Malashenko. Seryosha controlled the gear to the first gear and moved forward at a constant speed. He tried his best to create opportunities for Iushkin to fire. Kirill gritted his teeth and held his breath to put the sub-packed shells into the breech block one by one, shouting that the loading was completed. Iushkin, who no longer needed Malashenko to guide him to the target every time, fired directly.

Boom-

The IS6 heavy tank, whose body was slightly shaking while moving slowly forward, suddenly shook its muzzle and the tremor intensified. The huge recoil of the 122mm D25T tank gun when firing, even as heavy as the IS6, would be reflected, not motionless.

The 122mm full-caliber wind cap armor-piercing projectile that came out of the barrel hit the upper front armor of a Black Panther. Iushkin, who ignored the No. 4 and only targeted high-value targets, succeeded in one strike. The entire upper armor of the Panther was almost useless, and the ammunition exploded instantly, and the head was moved. With a loud bang, it was taken away by the justice of the 122 heirloom.

"Continue! Next! Anti-tank gun, one o'clock, turn the turret!"

While Iushkin was firing, he did not forget to look for the next target in advance. Malashenko determined that the German anti-tank gun hiding behind the earthen bunker had fired three shots in a row and was a big threat, so he decided to let Iushkin deal with it first. But he never thought that at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and the unexpected trouble hit him hard again.