Chapter 1722 I Won’t Survive!

"Fuck! The efficiency is still not high enough. The destruction rate of this round of firing can't even reach 20%! Still no good!"

The long reloading time of the 122 main gun determines that it takes almost 10 high-explosive shells to force a Tiger King to be severely damaged and forced to withdraw from the battle. The killing efficiency is not up to standard.

If he continues to play in this way, Malashenko estimates that he will not lose many Tiger Kings even if the Germans are on his face.

Once the Germans tear open the position defense, the situation may get out of control at any time.

God knows how many troops the Germans will mobilize later to continuously fill this bottomless pit of position competition that swallows lives. The melee battle with the number of people is what Malashenko tries his best to avoid.

The bad situation is not just that. The suspected Ferdinand heavy tank destroyers that cover the Tiger Kings' attack in the distance have also advanced to a distance of one kilometer to carry out precise shooting in the process of cross-fire and providing uninterrupted support firepower, and began to pose a serious threat.

With the extremely excellent ballistic performance of the Long 88 and the support of the German ancestral precision optical sighting equipment.

Even at a shooting distance of one kilometer, those suspected Ferdinand steel scraps can fully meet the shooting accuracy required by the battle, and send shells one after another to the Red Army's position to cause casualties.

Most of the incoming shells are armor-piercing shells, but there are still a small number of incoming shells that are high-explosive shells.

This kind of long-range precision shooting of mixed shells is not a random shot. Those whistling high-explosive projectiles are basically aimed at the few anti-tank gun fire points on the position, with extremely strong targeting.

The accuracy is a bit worse at a shooting distance of one kilometer, but it still can't withstand the multiple intensive firing of the Germans. Soon, the Red Army's anti-tank guns were blown up one after another with people and guns.

The anti-tank guns suffered, but the Stalin heavy tanks with armor protection were not doing well either.

The Chang-88 cannot effectively penetrate the frontal main armor belt of most IS6 heavy tanks at a distance of one kilometer, but the continuous bombardment of these ping-pong shells did have a great impact on the battle rhythm of the Red Army tank soldiers.

Not only did the emotional fluctuations and communication between the crew members become problematic, but these annoying armor-piercing shells, like mosquitoes buzzing, gradually began to produce some actual killing effects in the continuous high-intensity attacks.

For example, an armor-piercing shell that flew from nowhere hit the center of the target and directly hit the connection between the turret and the body of an IS6 heavy tank, emitting fierce sparks and harsh metal impact sounds, and after a head-on collision and complete exhaustion of kinetic energy, it caused a relatively serious deformation of the armor edge.

The well-protected turret steering machine was able to operate normally without any problems, but what made people so angry was that the armor at the junction of the turret and the body, which was hit by a cannon, became an obstacle. The two combined and staggered, directly preventing the turret of the IS6 heavy tank from turning left or right. No matter how hard the anxious gunner tried, it still did not move.

"Comrade commander, the turret steering failed! I don't know what went wrong, we can't turn the turret!"

The anxious gunner, sweating profusely, could not determine what went wrong for a while. People in the car could not see the extent of the deformation of the armor at the edge of the turret outside the car, so they could only report the current thorny problem to the commander first.

"Keep fighting, we won't abandon the vehicle! Comrades, hold on to your posts! The driver uses the vehicle body steering to assist aiming. If the elevation and low-level machine can still be used, we will continue to fight!"

The experienced veteran tank commander does not lack the courage to fight to the death and to the end. However, the terrible situation of changing from a turret tank to a "turretless tank destroyer" really stumped the driver who was doing this kind of operation for the first time.

The lateral aiming of the main gun does not rely on the turret steering, but relies on the left and right swing of the vehicle body. This requires a very high degree of tacit cooperation between the gunner and the driver. There is no difference.

The cruel battlefield of reality is not a computer game where you swing the mouse. Such extremely difficult operations make this IS6 heavy tank, which keeps changing the vehicle body's heading and twisting and turning, look like a clumsy steel giant worm crawling back and forth on the ground.

Not to mention the armor-piercing shell shooting that requires precise aiming at the weak point, even the aiming requirements are much lower. It is unimaginably difficult to bombard with high-explosive shells that are basically put on and fired.

This is not an isolated case, but the damage to almost every IS6 heavy tank is different.

Some have broken tracks and cannot move, while others are hit by continuous kinetic energy of armor-piercing shells, repeatedly hitting a very small area of ​​the same armor, which causes serious armor fatigue, resulting in cracks in the armor and a significant decrease in defense. There is always a risk of being hit by the next armor-piercing shell that will hit an unknown place.

But even so, as long as the guns can still be used, the crews still insist on fighting and never abandon the vehicles.

Every Red Army tank soldier who holds the position knows very well that they are the only core anti-armor firepower pillar that can be relied on on the position. Every time a vehicle is abandoned, the available anti-armor firepower will be reduced by one unit, and the hope of holding the position will be reduced by one point.

A strong sense of collective honor lingers in the hearts of every tank soldier. How could the elite Stalin Guards First Tank Division be defeated and surrendered in front of this group of Wehrmacht garbage?

I swear to the supreme leader, Comrade Stalin, and stake my reputation as the most elite tank division of the Red Army. In today's battle, these crazy Germans must be beaten to their knees and surrender!

The heavy tanks of the Red Army that stood firm and fought to the death did not cause much shock to the German armored forces that continued to attack. Those heavy and huge King Tigers, like moving mountains, were still spraying black smoke and moving forward slowly. go ahead.

"Almost, that's the distance!"

Malashenko, who had been waiting for the decisive moment to reveal his trump card, pressed the call button with the microphone already firmly in his hand, and the roaring command immediately blurted out and spread throughout the radio channel. .

"Each vehicle crew switches ammunition and reloads armor-piercing shelling shells! Use the maximum firepower and don't worry about consumption. Give priority to smashing all those King Tigers! I can't do this!!!"

Malashenko's roaring orders ended with "smash them all," and he released the call button. The last half of his elegant and easy-going words shouted in Chinese did not actually echo on the radio channel, except for Iushkin. No one heard it except a few brothers.

Of course, Iushkin didn't care what the commander comrade who often shouted "strange curses" shouted this time. Anyway, he couldn't understand whatever he shouted every time, so it didn't matter. He thought it was "Suka" "Brute" is over, because judging from the tone alone, it is definitely not a good word.