Chapter 1175 Preparing to Abandon the Car

The dust settled in the final battle of life and death in just a moment. Malashenko and his crew members had the last laugh, even if it was only temporary.

The two tanks that fired at almost the same time fired out the armor-piercing projectiles ready to be fired from their respective chambers. The two armor-piercing projectiles flew at high speed and screamed through the air. In the process of facing each other and attacking their high-speed enemies, the nearest At that moment, they were only less than five centimeters apart.

Who knows whether it was caused by the high-speed airflow at extremely close range and changed the trajectory of the ballistic trajectory, or whether it was because the SS gunner was too nervous at the last critical moment and his hands shook. Anyway, all of this There is no way to verify it, and there is no wonderful replay of the high-speed camera to watch.

All in all, the armor-piercing projectile fired by the Black Panther hit the side of Malashenko's body, at the intersection of the inclined armor and the vertical armor, a little bit above it, but it did not hit the spot where it would take just one blow. Penetrating vertical armor areas.

If the Black Panther wants to penetrate the IS6 heavy tank, even if it is facing the side armor, it still needs precise aiming. A slight deviation will cause such irreparable consequences, but who can use the gun in Iushkin's hands? Good 122 heirlooms are different.

Iushkin, who operated the height machine and direction machine with both hands at the same time for aiming, did it in one go. With no sloppy movements, almost as soon as the steering machine completed the steering, he simultaneously calibrated the height machine responsible for the elevation of the main gun in place. The dense engravings are evenly spaced and fit right on top of the Panther tank's strongest front armor plate.

Precise aim? Are you kidding me?

Sorry, no need at all!

Iushkin, whose right hand had already left the hand wheel of the high and low machine, directly placed his hand on the firing lever next to the breech block and instantly pulled the trigger.

After a loud bang, only the wisps of green smoke were left of the 122mm heirloom, still drifting out from the muzzle brake.

Instead, there was a scene where the chassis of the Panther tank, whose turret was blown off by a single shot, turned into a steel crematorium, and the dull echo of the head that fell to the ground with black smoke from mid-air.

"Target destroyed! That Panther is finished!"

Iushkin, who was looking highly nervous, was finally able to take a breath after confirming the results of the battle from the running area. However, Malashenko, who was holding the commander's periscope and could not even take a second look at the results of the battle, at this moment. But his expression was still frowning and getting worse.

"Get your weapons and prepare to abandon the vehicle! Wait for my order!"

Although he had expected such a result, when Malashenko actually blurted out such an order, the slightly unbelievable Iushkin immediately turned around with a slightly surprised expression.

"There are Germans everywhere outside! We should stay and continue fighting, Comrade Commander! At least this is an indestructible steel fortress!"

Before Iushkin finished speaking, Malashenko, who was already looking down for the Somi submachine gun next to his seat, responded directly without thinking.

"There's no point in staying here any longer. If you don't want to die, come with me. Staying here will only lead to death!"

The significance of staying is to continue to use direct anti-armor firepower and contribute to holding on to the position, but the war situation at this moment does not allow Malashenko to make such a decision.

The SS tanks had torn a hole in the defense line and were pouring in. The SS infantry who followed up continuously had brutality written all over their faces. Major Varosha, who had received the order from Malashenko to hold his position, was leading the few remaining soldiers around him to fight fiercely with the enemy. A bloody and life-threatening close-quarters battle was taking place at the moment.

The Black Panther suddenly appeared from an unexpected place, which not only caused Malashenko great instant trouble, but also made Malashenko realize an objective reality problem that he must face.

Continuing to stay in a tank with broken tracks and unable to move is tantamount to a dead end. SS tanks that may suddenly attack from any direction are bound to beat up the drowned dog with the attitude of "taking advantage of your illness to kill you" , attacking one after another, trying to destroy this IS6 heavy tank whose importance can be judged by its appearance alone.

With his little bit of luck and the tacit cooperation of the entire crew, Malashenko was indeed able to escape from the muzzle and survive once.

But as for whether there is a second time, this is a profound question worth thinking about, but Malashenko has to risk his own life and the lives of everyone in the car to make a dangerous attempt.

It happened again and again, but not again and again. Malashenko, who was driven by instinct and did not want to risk his life in gambling, did not even want to take a second big gamble. As the commander of the vehicle, he is not only responsible for himself, but also for the brothers who have entrusted their lives to him and obey any orders unconditionally.

Ordering the car to be abandoned was the only choice Malashenko could make, even though he was reluctant to do so.

Bang——

Malashenko, who pushed hard and lifted the top of the turret above his head, stuck out half of his head. The battlefield surrounded by bullets flying, engine roars and explosions was extremely cruel.

Every wisp of air that could be breathed was filled with the strong and pungent smell of gunpowder and blood. Seeing that the next enemy tank had not yet appeared around him, Malashenko immediately gave an order.

"Hold the gun! Everyone follow me!"

The IS6 prototype tank made by Kotin was very strange. It was not until then that Malashenko realized this terrible problem that was worth complaining about, while he was holding the outer edge of the turret with one hand and sliding down the outer wall of the turret.

If any of his brothers were really killed here, Kotin would have to take the blame!

Fortunately, the situation that Malashenko was most worried about did not happen.

The SS soldiers fighting fiercely around seemed to be busy with their own battles and had no time to care. No one could notice that several living people came out of a Russian heavy tank here in time.

Seeing this scene, Malashenko even had some doubts. It was possible that the Black Panther just now was accidentally hit in his face. Who knows if this is considered a stroke of luck.

"Comrade, the people are here, what should we do when we get off?"

Iushkin, holding the PPSh tightly, squatted beside Malashenko, nervously scanning the dangerous battlefield environment around him and asking Malashenko.

Malashenko, who relied on the huge size of his vehicle and had some shelter for the time being, was also thinking about this question.

After quickly scanning the battlefield several times with his eagle-like eyes, Malashenko finally found the figure he wanted to find. He stretched the Suomi in his hand forward and immediately crouched down and took a step ahead.

"Follow me, keep hidden! Quick!"