Chapter 1118: Similar to MiG-25

The heavy turret, driven by the electric steering gear, aimed its muzzle at the target at full speed. The heavy and huge IS6 heavy tank had switched to the maximum gear and was reversing at full speed. But even so, it still couldn't match the speed of the three SS medium tanks that had stepped on the accelerator pedal to the bottom.

The three SS medium tanks in high-speed racing were also turning their muzzles frantically, trying to aim at the target in advance while moving at high speed and be ready for the upcoming firing at any time.

Unfortunately, the Panther D tank, which was produced earlier than the existing historical timeline, not only inherited all the weaknesses it should have, but also added a lot of new problems, and the existing problems were even worse.

"Steering gear! The handwheel can't be turned, this thing is stuck again!"

"Shut up! If you have time to talk nonsense, you might as well think of a way!"

"Smash it! Smash the handwheel with your fist, quickly!"

The Panther tank that rushed to the front seemed to have some unpredictable minor problems.

The gunner, who had been desperately shaking the steering wheel, suddenly found that he had to stop this chore that was about to dislocate his arm. The handwheel was like being stuck with cement and it didn't move no matter how hard he tried.

The anxious commander was shouting, and the sweaty gunner was gritting his teeth and trying his best to make the damn handwheel move again. Even the loader, who had nothing to do at the moment, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and suggested that the gunner use his fist to hit the damn handwheel to make it work again.

The Panther in the front was also the one closest to being able to fire at Malashenko. The mechanical failure at the critical moment bought precious time for the opponent. Ivushkin, who used the electric steering gear to accurately operate in reverse, finally took the lead in aiming the gun at the target.

"Seryosha, keep the speed steady! We're about to fire!"

"I know, do what you should do!"

The deliberately leveled position should have been relatively flat, but the German air raid earlier had blown it up like the surface of the moon. In the worst terrain area, there would be craters of varying sizes every few meters. To accurately shoot under such conditions, it would not only test Iushkin's artillery skills as a gunner, but also the level of Seryosha as a driver.

Iushkin no longer had time to wait for Seryosha to stop the car and then swing the muzzle back to a stationary state. This set of operations would take at least four or five seconds to wait. This seemingly insignificant time plus stopping the reverse would most likely cost the lives of all the people in the car in a one-on-three situation.

Iushkin had no choice at this moment. He could only believe that his artillery skills and Seryosha's superb driving skills could work well together. It was impossible and unrealistic to stop the car immediately, so the only option was to keep reversing at full speed and fire on the uneven ground. This was the only and only choice.

The gun scope had already locked the first layer of the dense scale line on the Black Panther. Many times of fighting had made Iushkin know that the 122 heirloom in his hand could penetrate the Black Panther without dead angles.

At this moment, the Black Panther exposed its entire flank and faced him. What else could be said about such a perfect shooting angle? It would be strange if the German's head was not raised with one shot.

"Die! Hitler's dog!"

The Black Panther's forward movement speed was faster than his own reversing speed. For the sake of safety, Iushkin did not choose to track and shoot, but chose the final window point for firing at the front of the Black Panther's body, almost directly above the guide wheel.

The right hand that had been tightly holding the firing lever on one side of the breech block suddenly exerted force, and the firing pin of the breech block violently hit the propellant primer, releasing hot chemical energy, instantly pushing the armor-piercing projectile that was already ready to fire at the front position out of the muzzle and out of the barrel.

The terrifying muzzle blast shook the grassland under the muzzle brake. From the time Iushkin was sure that he had locked the final shooting window to the time when the lever was pulled to fire until the projectile finally hit the target, the time difference of just over a second was completely within the expectations of the experienced Iushkin.

The Black Panther, which maintained a high-speed forward charge, was hit in the center of the vehicle body by a 122mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile. The speed difference between the attacker and the attacked party ultimately led to such a result.

If Iushkin had just selected the shooting window directly in the center of the vehicle body, the point of impact when the lever was pulled and fired and finally hit was likely to be in the power compartment of the Black Panther's buttocks. In this way, the Panther might only be paralyzed without triggering the brilliant flames of the ammunition explosion, which was not good for Iushkin personally.

A shot only knocked the German down but not killed him, which was not the final result Iushkin wanted.

Iushkin, who hated these scums to the core, just wanted to see them die! It would be best if they died without even a slag left, and were roasted by fire until even the ashes could not be found! Only the SS who died without even a slag left were good SS.

The shrieking hooded armor-piercing projectiles first flew off the steel skirt hanging on the outermost side, and the track plates across the trajectory of the ballistic route also did not play any role in resisting.

Like a red-hot razor chopping melons, vegetables and butter, the hooded armor-piercing projectiles that broke through multiple interception obstacles in succession finally smashed the already fragile side armor of the Panther.

The whole vehicle's protection level was passable only from the front. The Black Panther could not withstand such a heavy blow. After one shot penetrated, the entire vehicle looked like a swaying drunkard. It stopped and continued forward with its head tilted. Rush a few meters.

The expected German space shuttle that killed people did not happen, but a more colorful scene emerged in front of us.

The commander of this Panther in combat status did not close the turret roof above his head. The blasting power of the 122-hood armor-piercing projectile warhead charge was mixed with the strong ammunition explosion impact, and the ultra-high pressure was instantly released. The Wave of Flames has the best pressure relief point of the unclosed turret roof.

The Panther tank, which was completely detonated by ammunition, still maintained its intact shape when it was alive, but its interior had actually become a flaming hell of rolling flames.

Even the half-closed and unlocked turret roof was forcibly lifted off by the terrifying high-pressure flames and fell several meters away. Orange-red flames sprayed out from the turret along the roof opening. The scene was comparable to the MiG-25 turning on the afterburner!

Of course, only Malashenko, who is witnessing this scene at this moment, knows what the MiG-25 is.