Chapter 1534 Red Army Tanks Will Never Bow Their Heads

"Five minutes. If you can't get there within five minutes, Malashenko, you can come and collect my body. I'm not kidding!"

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"This is the fastest speed, comrade commander, please hold on! The road is too difficult to walk on. We just bypassed a battlefield relic. There are craters left by artillery and air strikes everywhere. Even if the tank can turn over, the half-track vehicle will definitely fall into it. We can only detour! We will get there within five minutes, I promise you!"

Malashenko could feel that Vatutin must be in a bad situation. Otherwise, with Vatutin's personality, he would not have spoken to Malashenko like this. If he could say this, it must be the last moment.

Although Vatutin's words were not optimistic, Malashenko really had no choice at the moment.

He had rushed here at full speed, regardless of the number of hours of motorization and the degree of wear and tear of the tank. He ran as fast as he could, even if the tank engine exploded after the battle.

But just like what Comrade Lao Ma said, the road conditions of the battlefield ruins where a large-scale battle had just taken place were too difficult to walk on. You couldn't go there at the fastest speed in a straight line. Some of the battlefield ruins in front of Malashenko had a density of craters comparable to the surface of the moon, so taking a detour became the only feasible option, but this would delay time again, and there was really no way.

After finishing the call with Vatutin, Malashenko put down the radio transmitter in his hand and continued to look at the distant horizon with the telescope hanging on his chest.

The undulating and winding hilly terrain made it difficult for Malashenko to see the situation too far away and was in a blind spot, although the distance was close enough to hear the sound of exchange of fire and dense artillery explosions. But how much distance was left before he could really get there was still an unknown number, and in the case of a blind spot, there was no way to stop the tank to provide long-range direct fire support.

Malashenko, who was holding back his anger and had nowhere to vent, really felt that he was very frustrated, but at the moment, there was no other way except to let the troops continue to march at full speed. He was anxious and staring at the situation.

"Where is the map? Iushkin, look at the map, how far are we now?! Give me a number!"

Iushkin, who was in the gunner's position, sighed and spoke again quietly facing the map in front of him.

"There are no landmarks around, so we can only roughly estimate the distance. According to our speed and general route, there should be the last two kilometers left. This is the straight-line distance. If it is a detour, it is another matter."

Two kilometers, this is a distance that is not considered a distance for tank soldiers on weekdays. It takes less than a cigarette to reach it by stepping on the accelerator.

Malashenko, holding a telescope in his hand, estimated that the large gentle slope in front of him that blocked the view was about 500 meters away from his current position.

In other words, if he is lucky enough and there is no gentle slope or undulating terrain blocking his vision after climbing over this slope, Malashenko can immediately see the battlefield situation clearly at a distance of about 5 kilometers.

For tanks that do not need precise aiming and can kill a large number of enemy soft target infantry with only the AOE range damage of high-explosive shells, a distance of 5 kilometers is enough to stop and fire immediately and bombard the enemy directly.

This kind of ultra-long-range firing accuracy is almost the same, anyway, high-explosive shells are also range kills, and the opponent is all unprotected infantry. Even if some shells miss the target, the continuous explosions are enough to disrupt the opponent's offensive rhythm, which is enough for Malashenko who is anxious to rescue Vatutin.

"Damn it, I hope I can go farther this time! Don't let me jump out of the next slope after this one!"

The last 500 meters of distance can be said to be fleeting under the full speed of the accelerator. When Malashenko, who was at the front of the team, drove the command car to the top of the slope and looked around, a feeling of ecstasy favored by the goddess of luck instantly filled his mind.

"Fuck! Lucky, jackpot! The view is perfect!"

After this is actually the last big gentle slope blocking Malashenko, the road ahead is an endless flat wilderness, straight to the horizon without any big ups and downs, unobstructed and without any obstacles.

This also corresponds to the battle situation on Vatutin's side: the infantry of both sides have no natural shelter to use, which is particularly disadvantageous for the attackers who lack offensive weapons and only have infantry.

But the current situation is completely different. Malashenko, who can be regarded as the attacker, led a large number of tanks, armored vehicles, and mechanized infantry to support.

Although the mechanized infantry is still using a low-end version of the half-track, even the half-track is an armored unit that is immune to direct fire from light weapons, and it is also equipped with machine guns, a powerful anti-infantry weapon. In fact, the battle situation is already predictable now.

"One row stays behind, load high-explosive shells to provide fire support, aim at the enemy infantry and fire at the fastest speed! All the remaining crews step on the accelerator and follow me, the half-tracks follow up, and the infantry loads bullets and prepares for battle!"

The Yankee's M3A1 half-track is also equipped with a radio station, which greatly facilitates direct communication between Malashenko and the infantry. The command can be conveyed instantly, and there is no need to reach out of the turret and shout at the top of your lungs. The advantage of mechanized coordination is immediately reflected in the best part.

Following Malashenko's order, a row of three T43 medium tanks quickly stopped at the highest point on the slope with the best view. They began to turn the turret while loading high-explosive shells, preparing to aim and shoot at the enemy.

But what even Malashenko did not expect was that these three T43 medium tanks, which were preparing to shoot directly at the enemy infantry in the distance on the top of the slope, encountered a little ridiculous accident.

"Comrade Commander, I can't lower the muzzle of the gun, and the helicopter is shaking all the way! We don't have enough depression angle."

The top of the slope does have a wide and unrestricted view, making it an excellent shooting position.

However, due to the fact that the top of the slope itself has a certain slope and twists and turns, the gunner responsible for gun aiming quickly discovered a rarely encountered and very embarrassing situation: the tank's main gun depression angle was not enough, and the gun's main gun depression angle was not enough. The tube can no longer be suppressed, and there is no way to target the enemy.

However, this cannot be entirely blamed on the terrain. After all, the main gun depression angle of the new T43 medium tank still inherits the glorious tradition of the Red Army tanks "never bow their head".

What is the angle of depression?

Of course it’s the classic negative fourth degree.

In the end, the gunner's confused look was only rewarded by the commander's merciless scolding.

"Suka! Are you a pig!? Isn't the depression angle not enough for the car to move? Drive forward and park the car downhill. Isn't the depression angle enough? Drive quickly!"