Chapter 1125: Justice

"Huh, what happened just now? We were penetrated? Didn't the shell explode?"

Kirill, who was fiddling with the shell with his head down, missed the thrilling moment just now. Even after hearing the huge sound of armor tearing and raising his head, he looked at his comrades around him with a confused and breathless face and asked questions, not knowing what had happened just now.

Iushkin, who couldn't stop working as long as he was alive, was still turning the turret and was so busy that he didn't even bother to turn his head. He only looked up at Malashenko, who was blinking at the torn and deformed turret cover, then lowered his head and turned to Kirill who was looking at him and spoke quietly.

"You're lucky. It seems that the Germans haven't made a shell that can kill you. Keep loading! Hurry!"

Malashenko was blessed with good luck and perfectly brushed shoulders with the god of death, but for Wittmann, who was on the battlefield at the same time, it was not the same feeling at all.

"Damn it! Why didn't it explode? I clearly penetrated it. I saw it clearly through the gun scope! There's something wrong with this shell! Michel!"

The gunner was not the only one who could see it clearly. Wittmann, whose head was in the commander's tower and had a good view, also saw it clearly.

"Shut up! The shell hit the top of the turret. Do you expect the shell to bounce back into the Russian tank at 90 degrees? Are you crazy or stupid?"

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Wittmann said it very well. Are you crazy or stupid? This sentence alone made the gunner, who was still in disbelief just now, speechless and speechless.

"Keep loading! The Russian tanks are not invincible and cannot be penetrated. This shot must have scared them. We have gained something!"

Although it did not cause any substantial damage to the opponent, after all, the harvest effect of this shot was much better than just firing it to hear the noise.

Wittmann, who had been paying close attention to the target, witnessed the entire process of the previous shot from firing to hitting the target.

After the shell was fired, it moved at high speed along a trajectory that was almost close to the turret dome. Strictly speaking, this shot was a mistake made by the gunner, and the shot was a little too high. Perhaps it was due to nervousness or fear, but it was not important now.

The shell that screamed through the air hit the top cover of the protruding turret dome with a very low probability. Although the Russian heavy tank did not have a commander's tower, the top cover and the corresponding sight design still protruded a little, like the two ears of a wild giant bear.

The armor-piercing shell just passed through one of the two protruding top covers, and mercilessly tore it into twisted fragments in a flash.

Although it caused very limited substantial damage, it was still not enough to trigger the armor-piercing delay fuse and detonate the projectile warhead charge.

Wittmann's eyes were not high-speed cameras, and the shell only left a high-speed flying tracer in his eyes.

But according to Wittmann's own guess, the shell should hit the turret top cover with the lower half of the frontal projection rather than the tip of the warhead. If this is the case, it is easy to explain why the shell he saw just now had an obvious trajectory deviation and flew straight into the sky at an angle.

The huge impact force of hitting the armor forcibly changed the trajectory of the ballistic trajectory, like a pair of big hands pushing the projectile from bottom to top, and finally made it fly upward at a horizontal angle of about 20 to 30 degrees.

In any case, this Russian heavy tank with thick skin and flesh is repeatedly refreshing his cognition of tanks. This is the only thing that can be confirmed at the moment.

When the main gun was reloaded, Wittmann once again saw that the Russian heavy tank that had been hit by a shot was not idle.

The entire turret continued to rotate as if nothing had happened, which at least showed that the psychological quality of the Russian tank soldiers on the opposite side was absolutely strong. The gunner in charge of operating the turret knew that as long as he was alive and his arms could move, he had to continue his job and could not stop. This situation could only make the meticulous Wittmann frown.

"What kind of person is commanding this tank? If I have a chance, I must catch him alive!"

Wittmann, who had accidentally set a flag, did not expect that this sentence in his heart would be realized one day in the distant future, but in another way that he did not expect.

"Turn the vehicle and drive to the left. Don't let that Russian aim at us! Quick!"

A friend dies, but a poor man dies. Wittmann did not want to be the unlucky guy who was burned into a torch. Even if his teammates were hit by this shot, he could not be the one to be hit. After all, once a person dies, everything is over. No matter what happens in the future, it has nothing to do with him. This is obviously something he must try his best to avoid.

Heinrich, the driver who received Wittmann's order, immediately turned the Tiger tank, which was moving at full speed, and drove to the left.

The gunner, who was still waiting for the next shell to enter the chamber, turned the turret at the same time, and kept the muzzle pointed at the enemy when the tank turned, ready to fire at any time.

About five seconds after Wittmann ordered the tank to turn forward, the Russian steel behemoth, which was hit and obviously enraged, finally found the direction of the shell and prepared to fight back.

The expected muzzle did not immediately spray flames, and the steel behemoth, whose turret had already turned, waited for another five or six seconds before finally firing.

Boom——

A thunderous roar of firing ejected the shells. Wittmann, who was keeping an eye on the situation, even saw that the entire body of the Russian heavy tank trembled slightly and shook all over because of the extremely strong recoil when it fired.

It was hard to imagine how big the caliber of the huge cannon was to produce such an effect. Wittmann only estimated by visual observation that the combat weight of the unique Russian heavy tank was at least 50 tons.

The Tiger tank with a 88-inch gun, which was also 50 tons, did not make any movement when it fired. Only the people sitting in the car could feel a slight vibration when it fired. Wittmann had heard from the infantry outside more than once that the Tiger tank did not tremble at all when it fired, at least from the outside.

Comparing the two, Wittmann once again couldn't help but sigh at the opponent's rough route of "caliber is justice".

"Are these Russians serious? Are they really going to put all the heavy artillery they can use on the tanks?"

No matter what the shocked Wittmann thought, it was certain that an unlucky German tank would be lifted off the ground after that thunderous cannon shot.