Chapter 1179: Deja Vu

The Tiger tank was not very stable when driving on the rugged and uneven road of the ruins. The brick and stone ruins that kept rolling under the tracks made the turret of the Tiger tank shake a little, but perhaps it was because of this that the Tiger tank looked more ferocious and terrifying.

The Red Army soldiers stationed in the core area of ​​the village now had no anti-tank guns. The only anti-armor weapons in their hands were those anti-tank guns that were extremely difficult to work against Tiger tanks. This was also the only long-range anti-armor weapon that could be carried with them besides anti-tank guns.

"Aim at the German tanks and fire!"

The young captain was calling on the soldiers holding anti-tank rifles to quickly set up their guns and shoot. The soldier who was responsible for the anti-tank task took out a 5mm pointed armor-piercing bullet that was much larger than the DShK machine gun bullet from the ammunition bag he carried with him and loaded it into the chamber. According to his past successful experience, he quickly aimed the black muzzle at the upper observation window.

This is the common weakness of almost all German tanks. The same method was used to destroy the No. 4 and No. 3 tanks before. The Red Army soldiers who faced such a powerful and heavy Tiger tank for the first time could only pray silently in their hearts that this would work.

"It must succeed!"

Bang --

The fingertips pulled the trigger and burst out a powerful combustion chemical energy driving force. The moment the hot 5mm armor-piercing bullet flew out of the muzzle brake, the soldiers who knew the temperament of the weapon in their hands and made corresponding preparations in advance immediately felt the strong recoil from their shoulders as if they were kicked by a donkey. )

The high-speed armor-piercing projectile hit the bull's eye and accurately hit the observation window of the front upper armored area of ​​the Tiger tank body, but what happened next was obviously completely contrary to the expected result.

The heavy Tiger tank continued to move forward, and the armor-piercing bullet hit the beam partition of the observation window on the front of the Tiger tank, instead of the gap for the driver to observe the scene outside the car. The 102mm physical thickness of the front of the vehicle plus the protective performance of the beam itself are simply not something that the 5mm Simonov anti-tank rifle can deal with.

The Tiger tank that was suddenly hit by a black gun was obviously not driven by a rookie crew. The slowly rotating turret at least showed that the Tiger tank had sensed the crisis and immediately responded accordingly.

The soldier who failed to hit the target was still reloading. There were still a few usable armor-piercing bullets in the canvas ammunition bag across his waist. How could he give up so easily before the ammunition was completely exhausted? There was no way out behind himself and all the Red Army comrades in the village. Giving up at this time was equivalent to complete failure.

Relying on the commander's tower with a good field of view, Wittmann finally noticed the initiator and the abnormality of all this a few seconds after his beloved car was hit.

"At 11 o'clock, Russian anti-tank rifle! High-explosive shells loaded, turn the main gun to kill it!"

In most cases, those Russians who regard human life as worthless will rush back one after another to re-operate the anti-tank weapons and equipment of the operator who has been killed. The more precious and scarce the weapons are, the more this is often the case. It seems that the weapons themselves should be more precious than human lives.

Wittmann has encountered this situation more than once before. Knowing this, Wittmann decided to kill the Russian anti-tank rifleman and the broken gun himself, and shot them all to death, so that this broken gun would not continue to sound again in a while and cause trouble for himself.

"Loading completed!"

"Aimed!"

"Fire!"

Boom--

The Tiger tank turret in the moving state has a fast rotation speed. With the electric steering machine, the turret only takes a moment to aim the muzzle at the target in front of it.

A roar of the main gun with flames flying all over the place suddenly sounded, and the explosion cloud of the anti-tank rifle position not far away almost rose into the air at the same time, and dust flew up.

When the flames dissipated, only the crater left by the 88mm main gun high-explosive grenade bombardment remained, and all other things and people completely disappeared with the explosion of the shell.

"Done! That Russian guy is finished! By the way, a poor guy was blown away. I guess he is dead."

The gunner who killed the target with just one shot was excitedly reporting his just-achieved results. Wittmann, who was holding the commander's tower in front of him, also saw clearly that there was indeed a Russian guy whose appearance was not very clear and was blown away by the shock wave of the explosion.

Although it was very likely that the injury would not be fatal according to the explosion distance just now, Wittmann always felt that the Russian guy who was blown away by the shock wave looked familiar, as if he had seen it there before.

However, even he could not remember the exact time and place, and he could not even verify whether this was a pure illusion. The cruel battlefield where every second counted obviously did not allow Wittmann to continue wasting time on such trivial matters.

"Maybe I saw it wrongly. I often have dazzle recently."

Wittmann, who had prevaricated himself, ordered the car to stop and prepared to continue firing on the spot to annihilate high-value and high-threat enemy targets. His alert eyes scanned every visible corner of the battlefield in front of him like a hawk, trying not to miss any details.

On the other side, Malashenko, who was thrown backwards by the sudden cannon and fell down, was breathing heavily and supporting himself with one hand, trying to get up from the ground and continue to do something.

"Huhuhuha"

Malashenko felt that he should not be injured. Even if he was injured, it was probably just a superficial injury caused by shrapnel.

But the feeling of shortness of breath in his chest, as if he had been hit by a demolition sledgehammer, could not be immediately dispelled. Malashenko, who was having difficulty breathing, even felt a little fuzzy.

"Comrade Brigade Commander, Comrade Brigade Commander! Oh my God, are you okay?!"

Varosha, who flashed out from the corner of the communication trench, saw Malashenko holding a submachine gun as a crutch, supporting himself with the other hand on the ground, kneeling on one knee, and breathing heavily. Valosha, who was afraid that Malashenko would be in trouble, almost ran forward in a rolling and crawling posture.

"Hey, don't worry about me, I'm fine, I'm not going to die yet!"

"But Comrade Brigade Commander"

"Shut up! Listen to my orders! Organize the soldiers to continue fighting, and shrink the defense circle if necessary!"

"Don't let the soldiers make unnecessary sacrifices. Infantry alone can't solve the German tigers. Go to Lavrinenko and his men! They should have some remaining tanks over there, so hurry up! Quick!"