Chapter 1726 Bomb From Hell (Part 2)

When the smoke and dust of the first wave of intensive bombs dissipated and settled, the Il-2s that had finished their dive bombing were still raising their altitude, turning their fuselages, and re-correcting their attack routes to prepare for the next dive attack. ɱ

And the scene that Malashenko saw before his eyes was like a corn field gnawed by a swarm of locusts, which could be described as "extremely miserable".

Within the range of vision, there were the remains of German infantrymen who were blown to pieces and bloody everywhere, a thigh in the east, half a head in the west, and in the front, there was a half arm of an unfortunate grandson who was thrown there and bleeding. This was the most real scene that Malashenko saw at this moment.

The miserable scene of the German infantry was only part of it, and it could only be regarded as a bonus.

As the focus of this attack: the current situation of the German tanks that were regarded as the main targets was even more miserable.

Panzer IV, Panther, King Tiger, even Type 251 half-track and several tanks that were pulled in to make up the numbers and used as tanks.

Almost all the German armored vehicles within the range of firepower were blown into sieves. Although they looked intact on the surface, if you actually looked closer, you could see at a glance that these German armored vehicles were almost all covered with densely packed ablation holes that were enough to make people have intensive phobia.

Some of the damage caused by the small holes did not penetrate the armor because the hit position was not too good. For example, if the King Tiger was hit obliquely on the front or side skirt armor, the power of the metal jet was not enough to penetrate the armor and cause substantial damage.

However, a considerable part, or the vast majority of the small cylindrical bombs, hit the most fatal parts that were enough to penetrate the armor and cause damage aftereffects: the body dome armor and turret top armor of the German tank.

The 52mm armor-piercing depth of the shaped metal jet is enough to break through these weak armor defenses. It is impossible to damage the personnel and equipment in the vehicle on a large scale with a smaller charge, but it cannot withstand the qualitative change caused by the large number of them.

The German tanks with the top armor pierced like a sieve seem to be just standing there motionless, but their interior has long been a scene like a meat grinder that can be used to stuff sausages directly, and it must be filled with minced meat and minced for a long time.

The German armored soldiers who were pierced like a sieve by the metal jet from all angles and directions, and attacked from all directions, died in the car. Each corpse has metal jet penetration holes of basically the same size but different numbers. This is a terrifying power that can instantly burn through the skin and flesh, evaporate blood, and cut off bones.

These German armored soldiers who were killed in the car by the metal jet did not even have a chance to struggle before they died. They died on the spot in just a blink of an eye when they felt pain.

From a humanitarian perspective, this is not a bad way to die. At least it is better than having both legs broken, struggling desperately on the ground, crawling and wriggling like a maggot, wailing forward, until finally being crushed and exploded by an IS6 heavy tank with a combat weight of nearly 60 tons. [6][9][s][h][u][x][.][c][o][m]

At least, this is a pleasant enough way to die, isn't it?

The fatal wound caused by the metal jet would not even have a large amount of blood gushing out, only a small amount of blood would slowly seep out, and all the surrounding flesh and blood that the metal jet passed through had already been burned to a char or even carbonized by the high temperature. This temperature that is enough to penetrate the armor plate is not comparable to the temperature of the bullet fired by ordinary light weapons after being heated by gunpowder.

The German tanks that were penetrated by the metal jet and burned into zombie cars were actually lucky. At least one car of "good brothers" could keep a complete body, and the tank would not become a flaming coffin. They would be directly buried with a one-stop service, even saving cremation.

However, those German armored vehicles whose fuel was ignited by the metal jet and whose ammunition exploded were far from being so lucky.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. No matter how weak the metal jet is, it can still have an ultra-high temperature that can cause gasoline to burn and ammunition to explode.

All that is needed is just a tiny opportunity for a spark to detonate a whole barrel of explosives.

The German tanks whose fuel was ignited emitted raging fire and black smoke, and were burning wildly. The sound of fuel tank explosions and ammunition explosions came one after another, just like a large-scale fireworks storage box.

Most of the German armored vehicles that had experienced ammunition explosions, whether armored vehicles or tanks, had been blown apart and their remains deformed.

The head of the tank fell to the ground, the barrel twisted and deformed into a knot, the 50mm anti-tank gun mounted on the half-track vehicle was directly thrown out of the open fighting room and fell to the ground, and even the breech was blown away by the nearby vehicle-mounted ammunition rack.

Malashenko, who was still concentrating on observing with his hand on the commander's periscope, even saw that a German barrel truck that came for no reason was directly hit by the cluster bomb and overturned to the ground.

The death was so miserable that all four wheels were missing, and the entire chassis of the vehicle was blown into two halves, with the roof facing down like a huge mouth of the abyss. God knows what this barrel truck is doing on the front battlefield.

Woo-hoo--

"Hmm? Pretty fast, the second wave is coming!"

As Malashenko said, after hearing the sound, he shifted his focus and saw the new situation. The Il-2s, which still had a lot of remaining destructive power, had completed the secondary attack course adjustment and flight attitude calibration.

Once again, with a shrill whistle like that from hell, they dived down again towards the remaining German troops who had just escaped but were still shrouded in despair.

This air strike that cut flesh and bones, tore armor, and was enough to annihilate everything continued round after round.

The Il-2 attack aircraft, which had used up all the PTAB anti-tank cluster bombs they brought, still refused to let go of the Germans who were already miserable.

The large-caliber aircraft cannons densely arranged on the wings were like a death combine harvester, plowing the battlefield that was already bloody and full of debris over and over again, and it was still not enough, and it continued.

Looking at the dazzling tracer bullets, which constantly whipped the struggling German remnants, Malashenko always felt that this should be the most exciting scene of the Germans being bombed since this year, or to be more precise, since the beginning of the war.

"I swear to Comrade Stalin, I have never seen such a tragic scene of the Germans being bombed, not even in my dreams! I can swear! What kind of bomb is this?"

Iushkin, who was holding the high-magnification main gun sight, could see the explosive air raid scene that was bloodier and more violent than what Malashenko saw, so this extremely amazing question really came from the heart.

He knocked on the cigarette butt in his hand, shook the tobacco, and lit it with a click. At the same time, he puffed out a puff of smoke. Malashenko, who rarely had the leisure to light a cigarette in battle, looked calm at this moment.

"A bomb from hell. If you don't believe me, you can ask a German prisoner later. I guarantee that someone will definitely say so."