Chapter 1333 Ice Storm (Part 2)

Lavrinenko still remembers the anxious words Malashenko said to him, although he was really curious about how Malashenko knew all this. But because he believed in his good brother's ideas and reasons, Lavrinenko finally followed Malashenko's advice and didn't ask any more questions.

Should we try to fire at the Germans' new heavy tanks?

This is the primary issue that Lavrinenko needs to face and consider now.

Frankly speaking, Lavrinenko doesn't even know whether the monsters on the opposite side are Tiger Kings.

He is not a time traveler like Malashenko. He can't stand from the perspective of the future to predict the future and understand everything that may happen. The order decision-making under the existing tactical thinking and cognition must be very limited.

As a deputy division commander, Lavrinenko relies not only on his iron relationship with Malashenko, but also on his outstanding ability and rich experience.

In a heroic and honorable unit like the Stalinist First Guards Tank Division, it is not feasible to rely on connections and backdoors. I don't know how many eyes are staring at such an elite unit in the name of the leader.

If Lavrinenko does not meet the standards and is a hopeless case, then even if Malashenko wants to help him to the position of deputy division commander, it is very likely that he will not be able to do it at all. The superiors who do not say it but actually keep a high level of attention will not tolerate a waste with high expectations but low skills to stay in such a critical position. The sequelae of the Great Purge have suffered a loss once.

But it is precisely because Lavrinenko has the ability and experience to correspond to the position of deputy division commander that he will consider more when facing the current problems and difficulties, because he is not only a tank commander, but also the commander-in-chief of the front before Malashenko arrived!

Lavrinenko told himself that he must take responsibility for all this and must think carefully before giving orders.

It is certainly a good thing to be able to kill those German heavy tanks with one shot, but what if one shot can't kill them? Should I try the second shot?

The only precious heavy tank on the entire battlefield is his command vehicle, which is also the only one that can penetrate the upper part of the Panther. Other 85-gun small medium tanks need to accurately aim at the turret to effectively shoot. The importance of the command vehicle in this case is naturally beyond doubt. Simply put, no waste of firepower is allowed.

What's more, the reload time of the 122 heirloom is really numbing, and every opportunity to fire is extremely precious and is not an empty talk.

What to do! ? Should I fire or not! ?

In the moment when time seemed to be still and the air even solidified, Lavrinenko repeatedly changed countless possibilities in his mind, considered this matter from too many starting points, and thought about every possibility that could be executed and the corresponding results.

It sounds like it may take a long time, but Lavrinenko did complete such a complex deduction and related considerations in the moment when he could almost feel his own breathing.

The battle was so fast that it was almost suffocating that Lavrinenko would never leave too much time to waste. The time for thinking was already very short. Lavrinenko, who had made up his mind, immediately firmed his eyes and resolutely gave orders.

"Ignore those heavy tanks, attack the German medium tanks first! Aim at the closest Black Panther and prepare to fire!"

There was no absolute certainty in giving up the near and seeking the far. After thinking it over, Lavrinenko still couldn't make up his mind and couldn't convince himself to take this gamble.

The Germans' cutting-edge heavy tanks were indeed a great threat, but the Black Panthers who were right in front of them and were about to take advantage of them were even more threatening!

Those monster heavy tanks would indeed cause considerable casualties, but judging from the fact that those things stopped to shoot at such a long distance, Lavrinenko could basically determine that the mobility of these bastards would never be very good. It would be difficult to pass through the rugged, snowy, and ice-covered off-road conditions.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be better for the Germans to just use these heavy tanks to attack the city? There must be a corresponding reason for not doing so. Lavrinenko, who had seen the Germans with his own eyes, and the Black Panther who ran himself to self-ignition in Kursk, clearly knew the real "heart disease" problem of these cutting-edge tanks of the Germans at the moment.

The heavy tanks are so far away that they can't come over for the time being. Even if they start to rush over now, they will need a certain amount of maneuvering time.

The medium tanks are already riding on their faces and are close at hand. To put it bluntly, if they are left alone, there is a possibility of breaking through the front line at any time. The German infantrymen following the Black Panther can even see their faces clearly!

Lavrinenko knew what he should do next. There was only one way. If he didn't hit the medium tanks in front of him who were pushing their noses and threatening to the limit, then everything would be empty talk!

"Good armor-piercing bullets!"

"Aim! The German's Black Panther!"

"Fire!"

Boom--

A huge muzzle fire surged out from the huge recoil brake at the front of the barrel and spread into the air. The instantaneous shock wave of the firing even pressed a small pit into the snow directly below the muzzle.

Snowflakes rippled in the cold and hot air, and the roaring 122mm hooded armor-piercing projectiles were sprinting forward at extremely high speeds. The Black Panther, which was no more than a hundred meters away and was accurately targeted, became the final unlucky target.

Ding-ding——

Hiss——

boom--

The sound of the hood hitting the armor, the twisting and deforming sound of projectiles tearing through metal, and the sound of huge ammunition and fuel exploding all merged into one!

In just the blink of an eye, within a second or two that was difficult to react quickly, the Panther's turret and body armor were torn into countless pieces and scattered in all directions. The little head, as if it were sitting on a rocket, soared straight into the air, flying several meters into the air, until it, along with the twisted and deformed gun barrel, fell into the snow and fell silent.

"Target destroyed! Next, reload armor-piercing projectiles!"

Lavrinenko had no time to celebrate this fleeting victory. There were still more than a dozen Black Panthers who were about to rush to the position. Even those who "study with the prince", were coerced in the Black Panther group and on the wings No. 4 is already imminent.

It was at this moment when Lavrinenko's nerves were as tense as a steel wire that the familiar sound that heralded hope finally came from the car radio again.