Chapter 1535 Tanks! Lots of Tanks!

The 85mm high-explosive projectile has a smaller charge and less power, but this is only relative to the 122mm gun used by the Red Army heavy tanks with thick enough barrels.

85mm high-explosive projectiles are not very effective against targets such as brick-concrete buildings and solid military concrete fortifications, and most of them will not be able to bite through. But if it is against a flesh-and-blood mortal, it is a completely different situation. Even the ultra-long-range shooting with far less accuracy still has an extremely huge destructive power, and there is no need to hit directly.

In accordance with Malashenko's order, several T43 medium tanks left on the top of the earth slope opened fire. The flames and flames ejected violently from the muzzle were dazzling and dazzling, but this symbolized the brilliance and color of death.

The 85mm full-caliber high-explosive projectile whistling out of the muzzle without a recoil brake flew straight to the target with a wind-breaking whistling sound. At this moment, the Ukrainian bandit army, which was still attacking, had not yet reacted to what was going on.

For high-explosive shells, which are already inaccurate and often used for medium and short-range bombardment rather than long-range direct fire, the 5-kilometer distance obviously requires a longer flight time than armor-piercing shells to reach. This is determined by the lower muzzle velocity and greater flight attenuation rate.

At the last moment before the destruction came, some quick-eyed and experienced Ukrainian bandits reacted, realizing that the whistling danger coming from the side meant death and responded.

Some people immediately lay down and fell to the ground without saying a word, while the vast majority of bandits who lacked combat experience and were better at robbing houses, molesting decent women, and bullying the elderly, weak, and disabled, still rushed forward like idiots, paying full attention to the enemies in front who were about to be crushed to death by mortars.

Boom boom boom——

In a flash of lightning, sand and stones flew and dust rose to the sky.

In the bright fire and violent explosions, the fragments of human remains were directly lifted up from the ground and lifted up to the sky one after another.

The war machines created by humans have long surpassed the ultimate destructive power of any creature in nature. They are extremely fierce and can easily tear the flesh and blood of carbon-based creatures into pieces and make them lifeless. The destructive atmosphere mixed with the violent flames almost enveloped the entire bandit army's attacking echelon in an instant.

"Oh! Damn it! What happened? Tell me the situation!"

The three high-explosive bombs that exploded almost at the same time were really loud and powerful. They even suppressed the originally dense and resounding mortar explosions in an instant, which shocked Anton, who was commanding in the village, and he hurriedly asked questions.

"Tanks! Lots of tanks! Those Bolsheviks called for tanks, look! Over there! They're rushing towards us!!!"

Anton, startled, immediately looked in the direction of the person who was shouting, and saw at a glance the most terrifying scene he had ever seen in his life.

There was no early spring green on the endless wilderness, and there was nothing on the bare wilderness plains. There were only dozens of steel monsters spewing thick black smoke, roaring diesel engine hearts and rushing towards their own side. The overwhelming spirit formed a terrifying scene.

These tanks that suddenly appeared on the battlefield and suddenly rushed out had a strong sense of targeting.

The shells they fired were aimed at their own offensive echelons, and the main attack direction of the large army was the abandoned village where Anton was in the middle of the command.

In this way, the facts were very clear and obvious.

The tanks that suddenly appeared halfway were not German tanks. Although Anton had never seen such steel monsters before, he knew what he was facing, and he could still determine a few terrible situations.

These tanks belonged to the Bolsheviks. Most of them were the reinforcements called by the people who were about to be captured by him. Moreover, this armored force alone was not something that the Bolsheviks could handle with a lot of broken guns and cannons. There was no need to talk about whether there would be more powerful reinforcements coming later. It was hard to say whether this was just the tip of the iceberg of the reinforcements called by the Bolsheviks.

After thinking about this, Anton felt cold from head to toe, and his hair stood up all over his body. He was trembling slightly.

In recent years, Anton, who had been cramming military knowledge, understanding the evolution of war and the battle situation of the Soviet and German armies, knew that human legs could not outrun those steel monsters driven by tracks. It was truly a desperate situation where he could neither fight nor run away.

The moment the Bolshevik tank reinforcements appeared, his failure was doomed.

Anton didn't even dare to think about how to deal with those steel monsters next, because even if he spent time thinking about it, it would be useless. It would be better to hurry up and do something more meaningful, such as thinking about how to stop the loss in time and at least save his life.

After all, if you keep the green mountains, you will never worry about the lack of firewood. This simple truth of being alive is the basis for you to realize greater ambitions and do more things you want to do. Under the premise of the truth of the world that all things end when a person dies, Anton's only focus now is how to save his life in such a bad situation.

What? What do you want to do with this lucrative job? Do you want to keep those "valuable items" that are about to be in your hands?

Get rid of it! Who cares about these things when you are about to die!

This is the same as making money. You have to earn it and spend it. Otherwise, in the end, it will only be a bargain for the neighbor Wang, who will sleep with your wife, live in your house, beat your children and spend your money.

As a smart man, Anton doesn't want to give up his life here for such a small piece of trophy that he can't do without. When he sees that the situation is not good, he will quickly call for help. This is a natural skill that bandits all over the world are proficient in.

"Gather the troops, hand over everyone, and prepare for defense outside the village with favorable terrain and bunkers! We must stop those Russians, they are coming for our large army, if we can't stop them, all of us will die here! Don't expect your two legs to outrun those iron wheels!"

"What? Stop them!?"

When the skinny bandit leader heard Anton's words, he suddenly looked surprised and astonished, and for a moment he thought he had donkey hair in his ears - he heard it wrong. But his reasoning told him clearly that he had not heard it wrong, and he asked Anton a question with strong disbelief and incredible.