Chapter 1465 Blood and Iron (Part 1)

The power of the 122mm full-caliber armor-piercing shell was so great that it was enough to blow the Panther's engine directly out of the power compartment and throw it into the air with flames, but all this was far from over.

The engine was blown away, which was just the beginning. Even more powerful destruction followed.

The flames and shock waves generated by the explosion blew through the partition of the power compartment and rushed directly into the fighting compartment of the vehicle body like a surging fire dragon.

The three SS vehicles in the turret closest to the center of the explosion were the first to suffer. The simultaneous tearing of the flesh and spirit seemed to be just a blink of an eye, leaving no time and opportunity for people to react, and even no pain at all.

The surging flames were not only the power of the 122mm armor-piercing shell charge explosion, but also the strong oil explosion that ignited the fuel tank along the oil supply pipeline connected to the power compartment, which further aggravated this devastating disaster.

After the fuel explosion, the ammunition explosion followed. In fact, even if the ammunition did not explode, it would not matter to the SS crew at the moment. The only difference was the size and number of fragments that were blown up. That was all.

The final and most powerful ammunition explosion was as expected. The strong impact flames directly threw the small head on the body of the vehicle vertically upward like a rocket launch.

The Panther 2 that was thinking about killing the enemy on the spot just now is now just a burning headless corpse. That's all.

Such scenes are not isolated cases. There are too many SS tanks on the battlefield of cruel strangulation that are almost in the same situation as now, and even worse.

The more they grind, the more impatient the Red Army tank soldiers become. This group of SS scum who have no chance of winning is like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard. Even if they know they will lose, they will fight you to the end and never stop.

Whether death is meaningful or not is not within their consideration. What they care about is just to drag more enemies with them before they die. They can clearly recognize this point now.

For such an enemy, the sooner they are completely destroyed, the better.

The tactics of maneuvering and detouring are no longer applicable now. It seems to be the most straightforward and good idea to play face-to-face and gun-to-gun zero-distance bombardment.

The IS6 heavy tank, which is not afraid of the German tank guns at all, faces the enemy with the strongest upper armor plate of the vehicle body. The seemingly confusing behavior of suddenly stopping the maneuvering makes the SS armored soldiers on the opposite side stunned and completely confused about what the Russians are doing now.

"They have stopped!"

"If they have stopped, then stop talking nonsense! Fire! Shoot at the Russian tractor!!!"

"But where should we shoot? Where is the weak point that can be penetrated?"

Yes, where is the weakness of the Russian monster heavy tank?

This is a huge problem that is currently troubling almost all SS armored soldiers on the battlefield.

All possible weak points have been tried. The Russian heavy tank does not even have an exposed neck. It is basically a turret directly attached to the hull, and the turret ring is not visible at all. It is simply a fantasy to imagine dealing with this steel monster like the T34.

"Turret! Hit the front of its turret. Do you think it is possible to penetrate the shape of the hull?"

No matter which part they finally fired at, the SS armored soldiers who had no choice but to face the desperate situation still made their own choices. The roaring main gun fired shells at the part that was considered the most likely weak point, but the result that followed was not very good.

Ding bang --

Crack --

"Ha! The German armor-piercing bullets are weak. Let these fascist running dogs see the iron fist of the Red Army!"

The Red Army tank soldiers driving the powerful IS6 heavy tanks have fallen in love with the crisp metal collision sound of the enemy's armor-piercing bullets hitting the armor plate without penetrating. This voice is as moving as a girl's singing, and through this voice, it seems that you can see the sad faces of the SS scum opposite, as if their mother had died.

Despair, deep despair, no matter how hard you try, it's like a bottomless pit of despair that you can't penetrate!

The SS armored soldiers, who have become numb to the ricochet of armor-piercing shells hitting the Russian armor plates, mechanically repeating the next round of firing, have just completed the final turret turn on the opposite side, and the black hole of the 122mm main gun muzzle is pointing at them.

"Damn it, we're done!"

The gunner who saw such a terrible scene in the main gun sight in front of him murmured, and a roar came as if to prove the truth of his words.

Boom——

The straight-line distance from firing to hitting the target is less than 50 meters. At such a distance, even the little head of the Black Panther does not need to aim too accurately. The experienced gunner can easily lock the enemy's turret and lock the weak point by just shaking his hand.

The 122mm armor-piercing projectile that penetrated the front armor of the turret exploded instantly with destructive power. The mighty blast, flames and shock waves spread rapidly and expanded, venting extremely terrible power.

This unfortunate Panther was completely blown into a pile of twisted wreckage in less than three seconds, and the miserable death was even worse than the Panther whose power compartment was pierced just now.

The fierce battle continued until now, and there were only a few SS tanks left that could still fight.

The Soviet tanks, which had an absolute advantage in numbers, attacked the surrounded German tanks in groups. IS6 heavy tanks and T3485 and T43 medium tanks were all in groups.

The despairing comparison of numbers made any resistance at the moment futile. If it were an ordinary army, it would have surrendered long ago. But this group of SS fanatics, whose morale was firm and their fighting spirit was almost morbid and crazy, still had no intention of putting down their guns.

At this point in the battle, there were no more than 10 SS tanks left on the battlefield. If the battle lasted five more minutes, Malashenko would bet that all the last SS dregs would die here.

Before the final result came, Malashenko still had something he wanted to do, right in the middle of the last SS tanks.