Chapter 1692: Go Back to the Womb!

Malachenko, who clearly understood all this, knew that there was only one way to find out whether the German's broken car was destroyed: it stood there motionless like a wreckage and became scrap metal, or a panicked German climbed out of the car and abandoned it to escape.

If any of these two situations occurred, Ivushkin's shot would have achieved results, proving that Kotin's "crappy" experimental armor-piercing sabot shell did work and penetrated the armor.

Malachenko, who was prepared for the worst, even imagined the scene of the Jagdtiger moving again while swaying. Malachenko really didn't expect this kind of thing that gave people an unreliable first impression to have a substantial effect on changing the situation of the war.

But sometimes the world loves to play jokes on you so much that you will always be disappointed when you have great hopes, and when you don't have any hope, it will give you unexpected surprises.

To be honest, the following Malachenko is a person who personally experienced this "super fucking real" situation.

After eight full seconds of being motionless and looking like a wreck, the Jagdtiger that had not responded to Iushkin's shot and had not fired again finally moved.

But this movement was not the Jagdtiger roaring and firing again, or the slow movement of its heavy body.

A Wehrmacht armored soldier wearing a boat cap kicked open the heavy armored door at the rear of the Jagdtiger's fighting compartment. This specially considered design was for the convenience of battlefield escape. The firepower from the vehicle's front could not hurt the German armored soldiers escaping from the rear.

If the Germans had lowered their bodies low enough, been careful enough, and come out lying down, the Red Army soldiers would not even be able to see that the Germans were abandoning their vehicles and escaping from the rear of the fighting compartment.

At this moment, Malashenko saw a panicked German guy suddenly pop up like a groundhog in the blind spot behind the Jagdtiger's fighting room. Then he realized that the escape hatch of the Jagdtiger was right behind the fighting room, and a series of things that were not easy to find.

"Damn it, these damn German guys want to run! They are abandoning the car!"

Malashenko cursed in his heart and was first secretly surprised that he almost missed this detail, but then an indescribable extreme surprise suddenly surged in his heart, like a musical fountain!

"It worked! Iushkin! Your shot penetrated! The Germans are abandoning the car from the back of the fighting room, look carefully!"

Malashenko couldn't wait to share this good news with Iushkin, who had achieved results, and Iushkin, who didn't notice this detail like Malashenko, was stunned and blinked when he heard this surprise news.

Then he immediately held the wide-angle periscope newly installed for his gunner position, switched the field of view, and looked carefully with his eyes wide open like cow eggs. Only then did he see that three German armored soldiers had abandoned their vehicles and fled in panic.

"These fascist bastards! Do you really think you can escape?!"

Iushkin, who uttered a terrible curse, moved his feet without thinking and stepped hard on the firing pedal of the coaxial machine gun.

The 7mm Deshka heavy machine gun, which was coaxial and rigidly connected to the main gun, immediately spewed out hot flames, like a red tracer barrage of fire dragons, pouring water directly on the backs of several German armored soldiers.

"Ah!!!"

The upper body of a German armored soldier who was cut in half by the impact of the bullet fell to the ground, and the blue-gray intestines with bloody minced meat instantly screamed like a pig being slaughtered, screaming and wailing to the extreme of pain in this life.

Those who didn't die on the spot were undoubtedly unlucky and sad. Such people were destined to endure more "hospice care" under the ravages of large-caliber firearms. Those whose lives were taken on the spot were truly lucky. No matter how their bodies were broken, being able to die unconscious on the spot was the happiest thing, nothing else.

Iushkin simply moved his feet, and three German armored soldiers who were only more than a hundred meters away fell to the ground instantly. Two of them died suddenly and one was about to die. The fate of being directly shot by large-caliber heavy machine guns at such a distance was so miserable.

Kakaka--

It was certainly a good thing to wipe out all the abandoned German sticks in the field of vision, but the sound of the firing pin hitting the air in his ears also made Iushkin start shouting immediately.

"Artyom! The machine gun bullets are all gone, change the bullets for the machine gun, hurry up!"

That's right, Artyom is the loader who has the hardest job in the whole car. Not only is he responsible for loading the heavy 122-point bullets for the main gun, but he is also responsible for taking care of the Deshka heavy machine gun coaxial with the main gun. He is also responsible for changing and loading the machine gun.

Facing Iushkin's yelling, Artyom, who has already stuffed a new bullet into the breech block and is holding the cartridge he just picked up in his arms, is blushing and panting, and it is obvious that he is not in a good mood.

"Why are you yelling so loudly!? Wait for me to put the cartridge in. Did you forget that there is only one loader in this car!? Wait!"

If a man is a man, if he is being nagged by someone when he is busy doing physical work, he will basically say something in a bad mood on the spot to vent his anger.

This has nothing to do with whether the relationship between the two is good or bad. It is simply a very common reaction of people under normal circumstances, that's all.

Ivushkin, who was retorted by Artyom on the spot, was able to control his emotions and stopped bickering on the battlefield for such a trivial matter.

Artyom was right. Even on the battlefield, things had to be done in a prioritized and first-come-first-served manner.

The loading of the 122 main gun, the main weapon, was obviously more important than changing the bullets for the coaxial machine gun.

Besides, Artyom's loading work was almost completed. You couldn't ask Artyom to take out the propellant cartridge that had been half-stuffed into the barrel and put it back, and then immediately run to change the bullets for the coaxial machine gun, and then come back to reload again after the bullets for the machine gun were changed.

Forget about the stupid thing of taking out the half-loaded shell. Anton Star's behavior would not be tolerated on Earth. Since it is Earth, it must follow the thinking and rules of Earthlings.

"Main gun ready, armor-piercing discarding sabot shells!"

"Machine guns are ready too, full of bullets! Done!"

Already sweating and panting, Artyom finished his job, while Malashenko, holding the radio transmitter and having adjusted the channel, loudly ordered all the elite crews under his command who were assigned the new armor-piercing discarding sabot shells.

"Attention all crews! The new armor-piercing discarding sabot shells can penetrate the upper front armor of the German monster! I repeat! The new armor-piercing shells can penetrate the upper front armor of the German monster! All crews assigned the new armor-piercing shells, stop the car immediately and open fire! Beat these Nazi bastards back to their mothers' wombs!"