Chapter 1417 Overestimation

The collapse of the German army was expected and very normal.

Imagine that in a completely unfavorable battlefield environment, in the cold and desolate night in the middle of the night, facing the enemy with powerful armored assault forces surrounded and attacked from three sides, who dares to say that they will win in this extremely unfavorable enemy-to-us situation?

The answer is of course no. Even if there is, at least it is not the German army surrounded in front of the Soviet position.

The German armored forces, struggling desperately under the illumination of flares, tried to fight back. The few remaining Panther tanks, together with the weak No. 4 and the three bald men, fired crazily, pushing armor-piercing shells into the barrel one after another and gushing out from the muzzle.

Those Russian tractors that came out of the darkness looked more like murderous beasts with their bloody mouths opened. The roar of the surging diesel engines was connected and almost deafening, and the huge artillery sounded throughout the earth with a fierce momentum that was about to tear the battlefield apart.

One after another, armor-piercing shells hit the front armor of the Russian tractors accurately, and the clanging noise of the unpenetrated shells accompanied by sparks was extremely bright.

The miracle that the German armored soldiers prayed for did not happen. The Russian tanks, whose armor was so thick that it was like a moving castle, and the Germans themselves were using small catapults to do useless work.

Some were shot into the night sky at an angle, some were shot directly into the soil when they hit the front armor plate of the vehicle body, and some were hit on the hardest part of the front face of the turret. After exhausting the armor-piercing kinetic energy, they fell directly to the side of the tank. Of course, some were stuck in the armor and could no longer move forward, becoming a complete mockery.

Even if there was an armor-piercing shell that could penetrate the front armor of the Russians, no matter how small the probability was, it at least showed that it could be done and was not impossible. The role of inspiring people and boosting morale was far more important than the result at this moment.

Unfortunately, there was no bullet, not even one. The German army pinned their hopes on a miracle, but the miracle did not respond to the German army, and gave the already embarrassed German army a loud slap in the face. After the incident, the unpenetrated bullet embedded in the armor spitted on the face of the German armored soldiers, and the only thing left was to say: "That's it?"

The visibility was not high at night, which greatly limited the German army's precise aiming, and the current combat situation was still the German medium tanks against the Red Army's heavy tanks. The already unfavorable combat environment and the huge imbalance between the equipment, the German armored soldiers were almost in complete despair even if they did not give up the fight, and the response to this despair was the final madness of blocking everything.

"Russians, they are everywhere! We can't stop them!"

"Then fire everywhere! Failure means destruction!"

"Behind, the Russians are attacking from behind, turn around!"

The radio channel of the German armored soldiers was completely messed up. At this moment, no one could even stand up to maintain radio order and give orders to their subordinates. No one knows whether the person who was supposed to control the radio order is dead or seriously injured and can't do anything in the car. It is also possible that the cat is trembling in some corner after abandoning the car?

Oh, no matter what the situation is, Malashenko, who is in a killing mood and kills a kid with one shot, doesn't care about this at all.

"Kirill, armor-piercing bullets, keep loading!"

"Iushkin, aim at the front of the car and fire directly! The Black Panthers of these Germans are crispy Panthers, not the ones with reinforced armor! Aim directly and shoot!"

Malashenko, who has been keeping a high alert posture with his hand on the commander's periscope, made a surprising discovery not long after joining the battlefield.

The Black Panthers used by these Germans are not the improved Black Panther IIs with reinforced armor! Instead, they are the crispy Black Panther I that he almost no longer cares about!

The two vehicles have the same firepower, similar mobility, and only a few tons more armor, which seems to be insignificant. But Malashenko, who had fought against both types of enemy tanks, knew that the difference was huge.

Let alone other things, the upper front of the Panther II is absolutely immune to the 122 heirloom. If you hit it, it will either make a noise and exhaust its kinetic energy or be bounced away by the upper front angle, which is equivalent to doing useless work.

If you ask Malashenko to say something about the Panther, Comrade Lao Ma really thinks that this thing is a "precious thing" that the Germans tinkered with.

Don't get me wrong, this is not to say how strong the Panther's combat effectiveness is or to praise it.

What Malashenko really wants to say is that the small head of this thing is simply not proportional to the tall and strong body of a heavy tank. The entire inclined upper front armor of the body accounts for more than half of the front projection area of ​​the Panther, and this has to be counted. In actual combat, basically no one will deliberately aim at it and find it unpleasant.

If you leave out the crotch, the huge frontal part of the vehicle is definitely more than four times the frontal projection area of ​​the turret.

Most of the Red Army crews, including Malashenko's own command vehicle, always habitually aim at the frontal part of the vehicle, which is less likely to miss the target and can definitely penetrate it. They will never hit the turret if they can avoid it. If they miss a shot, they will have to wait for a long time to reload.

So when the frontal part of the Panther II is absolutely immune to the Red Army's 122 heirloom, it feels like a game that you can play normally and happily every day, but one day you log in and suddenly find that the game is shut down.

The Panther II, which has reached the level of "Indomitable Wall" in terms of armor protection, is definitely not just a little bit stronger for Malashenko and many other Red Army crews.

This is an almost unacceptable qualitative change, forcing comrades to change their habits and try to aim at the heads of those "small-headed sons".

Now, Malashenko and his comrades, who have already begun to adapt to attacking turrets, are suddenly surprised to find that the Germans' Panther II seems to be under-produced. The Germans in front of him use the Panther I, which is very similar to the Panther II in appearance, but the armor is still as poor as before. A random shot can directly penetrate the front of the vehicle body and hit the soul.

To be honest, Malashenko feels that this is more exciting than winning 5 million in the lottery. Overjoyed is not enough to describe Comrade Lao Ma's current mood.

"Attention all crew members! Our enemy is using the previous generation of Panther tanks whose armor has not been strengthened. No need to aim at the turrets, just aim at their front and fire directly! Blast the Germans' iron coffins into pieces!"