Chapter 1165: Turning the Gun

The SS armored forces at the front were approaching at high speed. The SS tanks, which were too lazy to wait for the infantry, stopped immediately after entering the effective range.

Their mission was not to rush to the position and fight the opponent to death, but to fire at the enemy armored targets that had appeared on the position, and to kill as many difficult heavy tanks as possible to reduce the pressure on their subsequent main attack forces.

The opponent's offensive routines changed every day. Malashenko, who had just led the team to the preset combat position of the position and was ready to fight, was hit by a barrage of armor-piercing shells before he had time to stop the car.

Almost without exception, the few tanks at the front were hit hard by the SS armor-piercing shells, and the sparks on the armor plates flew everywhere. Although most of them failed to penetrate the weak parts of the armor, a small number of armor-piercing shells hit the tiny vital points at a distance of nearly one kilometer.

"Vehicle No. 304 was hit! The commander and gunner died, unable to fight, request to abandon the vehicle!"

"Received, No. 304! Abandon the vehicle immediately, find infantry cover on the spot, and continue fighting!"

"304 understands!"

The 75mm main gun of the Panther tank, which has a small amount of projectile warhead, often fails to cause the ammunition to explode after penetrating the armor. After all, not all shells are as rough and heroic as the 122 heirloom, but this also gives the Soviet tank soldiers in the car a chance to survive and time to escape.

"Steady the front! Blast off those German tanks first, open fire!"

Before they had achieved any results, they were killed by the opponent first. Such a black start was certainly not a good thing, but Malashenko still had to stick to his duties and lead the troops to continue fighting. The calm and calm order soon reached the ears of every tank commander through the radio waves.

The 122mm D-25T tank gun, which is directly modified from the Army's 122 howitzer, has excellent performance. It not only has a higher initial velocity and high armor-piercing power among similar caliber guns, and a strong damage aftereffect brought by high charge, but it is also the most outstanding forward player in terms of direct-fire trajectory.

Maybe the 122 heirloom is not as good as the German tank gun that stretched the barrel to death, but at least it has no problem fighting against tank-sized targets at a distance of nearly one kilometer. This is also the fundamental confidence that Malashenko dared to order a shootout with the SS.

In terms of armor and firepower, I have the upper hand. How can I be afraid of you bastards?

No doubt, fuck him!

The Stalin heavy tanks, whose turrets quickly turned, quickly aimed their black muzzles at the target. The noise when several 122mm main guns fired at the same time was quite loud. The violent muzzle shock wave was like a gust of wind blowing across the ground, instantly blowing the lawn around the tanks under the early morning light to the ground.

The full-caliber wind-capped armor-piercing projectiles that rushed out of the huge muzzle brake screamed through the air. The hot projectiles smashed straight towards the target at more than twice the speed of sound. After the kinetic energy decayed due to air friction, they still retained huge armor-piercing kinetic energy.

The solid upper front armor of the Panther tank, which was enough to withstand the 85mm D-5T tank gun, was now useless. The 122mm armor-piercing projectiles, which were large enough to ignore the tilt angle and forcibly crush and turn straight, easily tore open the Panther's strongest front main armor belt, leaving a shocking huge penetration wound on it, followed by an expected explosion.

Boom——

The 122mm projectile that broke through the inclined armor on the front of the vehicle exploded in the center of the vehicle, and the full car of ready-to-fire ammunition stored in the vehicle directly became a rocket booster.

The hatch of the Black Panther tank in combat mode was closed, and none of them were open, but this happened to be the most favorable factor for "launching the turret".

The violent and wanton chemical energy that had nowhere to vent was like a volcanic eruption. The shaking Black Panther tank was like a shaking muscle car violently modified by a useless young man in the United States in later generations. After a burst of loud noises, it finally couldn't suppress this violent and amazing energy. Compared with the size of the vehicle, the small head, which was already dwarfed by the size of the vehicle, directly took a rocket to the sky.

All that was left was the "headless leopard corpse" that sprayed dazzling flames, and the hot red flames licked the armor and continuously sprayed out pungent black smoke. Whether it was the tank head that fell to the ground or the body of the steel crematorium, there was no trace of human beings left.

"Well done! The target was destroyed, and that car of fascists went to hell!"

The sturdy metal shells that fell into the collection box at the rear of the gun were still smoking. Malashenko, holding the commander's periscope, congratulated his gunner on his successful shot. Iushkin, with a smile on his face, could be seen to be very proud.

"Kirill, come again! I can kill another group of fascists!"

"Kirill, put the cartridge in place, the projectile is in place!"

If there is a chance to help Kirill do something, Malashenko swears that he will do it, just like he has helped Kirill put the projectile on the loading slide in advance.

"Here it comes, the cartridge will be here soon!"

Kirill, holding the base of the cartridge with one hand, held the top of the cartridge with the other hand. His strong and muscular arms, trained to the extreme, held his breath and stood up instantly. He placed the front end of the cartridge on the loading rail, pressed the cartridge primer with his right palm, and pushed forward. With a bang, the main gun was reloaded after the bolt closed.

"Good armor-piercing shells!"

"Accept the cordial greetings of communism! Fascist bastards!"

Boom--

In the 1st Stalin Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, the crew whose combat firing rate can reach the 15-second mark can be called an elite ace.

Under the cooperation of Malashenko and Kirill's "double loaders", the interval from the first shot to the second shot was only 9 seconds, which directly refreshed the previous 11-second maximum loading speed maintained by Malashenko's No. 177 crew.

The Stalin heavy tanks that were parked on the battlefield as anti-tank fortresses opened fire at full power and used the highest combat rate of fire. The SS follow-up attack force that had used fire suppression in advance had also begun to move. The main attack force of the long-barreled Panthers and Panthers that led the way were rolling in.

Malashenko, who had initially figured out the opponent's new tactical routines through yesterday's battle, immediately ordered the guns to turn around. Compared with those long-distance stationary targets that were constantly firing but ultimately posed limited threats, these medium tanks that would immediately move around and play close combat once they rushed up were obviously more threatening.

Malashenko, who had already suffered a loss once, could not put a second bite of Ollie in his mouth and repeat the same mistake.