Chapter 1100 Survival or Destruction?

At least once, during the first encounter in Stalingrad, the Tiger tank's outrageously strong and irregular frontal protection once gave Malashenko a headache.

The 85mm D5T main gun fired a capped armor-piercing projectile that could not guarantee a high probability of penetrating the Tiger's extremely irregular, bumpy face even at a distance of 600 meters. If the angle was not right, the capped armor-piercing projectile without the cap's straightening effect would be even more troublesome.

But after all, the past is the past, and a hero does not mention his past. The current Tiger is completely different from the past and in a different situation in front of the IS2, which has replaced the new 122 heirloom.

The two Tigers, who have never tried to use their armor to face the Russians' new heavy tanks, are obviously lucky. The ancient Chinese have an extremely accurate and appropriate description of this situation that has been passed down to this day, called "Don't cry until you see the coffin, and don't give up until you reach the Yellow River."

Can the proud turret's solid armor protection withstand the huge and thick main gun on the opposite side?

I don't know. Of course, if you want to know, you can try it.

But the easy-to-understand truth of "try and die" is probably not considered by the two Tigers at this moment. Thinking in a state of extreme confidence often does not consider what kind of bad consequences will be brought about if failure occurs.

Human beings, as creatures, will naturally believe in the beautiful things they hope for not only in a state of despair, but also in a state of overconfidence or expansion. The difference is only the difference in subjective ideas and thoughts and moods.

However, the final result is still a fait accompli that cannot be changed by human subjective will. This is already a destined thing.

Boom boom boom——

After the countless consecutive and violent explosions, the square-faced Tigers, which were hit by three armor-piercing shells evenly distributed at the same time, almost had a violent ammunition explosion at the same time and died together.

The 122mm full-caliber wind cap armor-piercing shells with propellant kinetic energy several times that of the 88 guns hit the face. Even the strong turret protection with uneven thickness could not save these two very inflated tigers.

The 122 heirloom, which basically explodes with ammunition once it penetrates, has a nearly 100% absolute tank-to-tank lethality. The "lethal" amount of projectile warhead charge cannot be offset by the large space of the vehicle body.

The 11-ton turret was directly lifted into the air and soared into the clouds in the way of "Lufthansa" rocket ascension.

The 122mm projectile that instantly detonated inside the turret not only killed all three crew members in the turret in seconds, but also the storm flames that spread in the vehicle also swept everything in the chassis of the vehicle body, instantly igniting all the more than 90 rounds of vehicle-mounted ammunition on both sides of the vehicle body. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜

The final result was that when the heads of the two tigers fell heavily to the ground a moment later, each of them had three punch holes on their faces that were larger than an adult male's fist, and they had already been smoked black on the outside and inside.

Just like a gold belt boxer who knocked down a street thug with one punch, he walked away without caring, as if he had just done a casual and handy little thing that was not worth mentioning.

Looking at the Russian steel monsters that restarted after a wave of volleys in his field of vision, the pace of the large force in front of the pursuers began to continue to advance and charge.

Wittmann, who was not hit but pitted his teammates who had just arrived at the designated position, felt bad and didn't know what to say for a while.

The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, and no one can accurately predict it. Who knows that when the cannon on his side fired, he killed one, and the German who was hit didn't do anything to him, but killed his teammates, and it seems that he still didn't find his exact location.

Otherwise, Wittmann would have had more armor-piercing shells flying towards him. He should not be in a complete body and thinking here. It is foreseeable that he would be smashed into a pool of meat paste and roasted in a burning steel coffin.

Wittmann, who wanted to continue to order the firing, suddenly hesitated. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as a moment of calmness based on the reflection of reality.

But in short, Wittmann, whose forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, did stop issuing combat orders. In his slightly cramped breathing, it was hard to tell what Wittmann was thinking at this moment.

Hesitation? Or fear? Or both?

No one could tell clearly, except Wittmann himself.

Wittmann, who had never felt such panic before, felt as if he would immediately go to hell with those unlucky teammates if he dared to fire another shot.

This feeling of oppression like a mountain that could almost crush the soul was extremely difficult to describe and ineffable. All the bitterness could only be decided by Wittmann himself, who dominated the fate of all the people in the car.

"What should we do now? Michel, you'd better give us an order quickly, I'm serious."

Wittmann, the tank commander, was not the only one who was shocked by the short and intense terrible impact scene just now.

At least Wittmann's condition was a little better. His head was not empty, and he was still thinking about meaningful things and what to do next.

In contrast, all the remaining crew members, including the gunner, were almost dumbfounded.

The cruel reality that the two Tigers that had just arrived were spiraling up without firing a single bullet and had no resistance was too terrible, so terrible that the loader who first asked Wittmann a question was stumbling.

Out of his military duty and the strong sense of honor of his special unit, Wittmann wanted to order the battle to continue and immediately opened fire on the Russian heavy tanks that had not yet realized his true location.

But reason told Wittmann that a one-on-a-hundred battle only existed in myths and legends. The enemy he faced not only had an absolute advantage in number, but also had an overwhelming quality advantage.

Giving the order to open fire now, regardless of what results could be achieved, would be tantamount to courting death just from the expected final result.

Survival or destruction, this is a question worth pondering.

When Wittmann, who had once disdained this, was actually facing such a test, he realized that sometimes it was extremely difficult to take that step forward or take a step back.