Chapter 1746 Simple Geometry

This should have been an armor-piercing projectile that would have been harmless to humans and animals after hitting the ground. It was the kind that was bounced off by rubbing the ground because of the large angle of impact. Read М

But what was more surprising was that right in front of the trajectory of the projectile, a German Panther 2 rumbled over, with the armor on the lower crotch facing the projectile directly.

As a result, the final result was that the armor-piercing projectile bounced up instantly, whistling upward like a pinball hit hard by a kid, and happened to hit the armor on the lower crotch of the Panther 2 blocking it in front, hitting it head-on in the center.

The angle of the projectile's incidence was excellent, and it could even be said to be as good as it could be.

The excellent ballistic trajectory of bouncing off in place and then flying diagonally upward just offset the inherent inclination of the armor on the lower crotch of the Panther 2 body. The armor blocking the projectile was completely turned into a relatively vertical armor without equivalent protection.

The projectile suffered a lot of kinetic energy loss when it rubbed against the ground and bounced up, but the German armor plate in front of it was even more weak.

After bouncing on the ground once, the 122mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile finally smashed through the crotch armor of the unfortunate Black Panther 2 in a relatively vertical manner without any suspense and poured into it on the spot.

The iron lump blocking the trajectory of the ballistic trajectory is not only the crotch armor. Even after it is penetrated, there is still the mechanical transmission control device located immediately behind it.

The German transmission front design does raise the height of the vehicle body, resulting in a group of German tiger and leopard zoos that are almost all tall and strong and easy to expose. However, in this special case where the crotch armor of the subordinates is penetrated, such a design is not without benefits.

The 122mm armor-piercing projectile that was poured into the vehicle hit the mechanical transmission device at the lower front end of the vehicle body, followed by a loud explosion, and the projectile warhead charge was detonated and exploded on the spot.

The transmission control device used to control the forward, reverse and steering of the tank was blown to pieces on the spot, and a pile of twisted and deformed hot steel was directly squeezed together under the powerful impact, and there was no possibility of continued use.

The German driver and co-pilot, who were sitting side by side on the left and right, were even more unlucky on the spot.

It can no longer be described by simple words such as "miserable death". The distance of the face-to-face explosion was too close. The violent and surging chemical energy flames mixed with the scattered projectile fragments and metal fragments, and tore the two living people into "sliced ​​barbecue" and "meat paste" on the spot. It is a more accurate description to scatter them all over the ground.

The three people in the turret further back also suffered a bad fate. Even though the explosion was relatively far away, the 122mm armor-piercing projectiles with enough explosive charge in the warhead still set off a large number of splashing projectile fragments and armor fragments. In the completely closed and solid tank, a metal storm with sparks flying and splashing instantly blew up.

"Ah!!!"

"Wow! My legs, my legs, wow!"

The living are not necessarily luckier than the dead, especially when you are swept into a sieve by metal fragments, your arms, legs and stomach are all opened with holes and blood gushing out.

Watching your own wounded and painful body quickly lose its precious life, and you can only watch it like this, almost unable to do anything, powerless, this feeling is really more despairing than being killed on the spot.

"Abandon the vehicle! We've been penetrated. If you can still move, abandon the vehicle! Now!"

The German tank commander, who only had a piece of flesh cut off on his right arm, was the one in the best condition. At least his two legs were fine, his left arm was completely intact and he could move freely. At this critical moment of "I'd rather die than die, my friend", he was naturally the fastest to escape.

"Oh, damn it! It hurts so much!"

The German tank commander struggled to climb out of the escape hatch at the rear of the turret that he had pushed open. His entire right arm was completely covered with unstoppable blood. The pain was so severe that he was almost like a "Sichuan Opera face-changing". The German face, which was originally quite handsome, was now distorted like an abstract painting by Picasso.

The German tank commander's first reaction was to run for his life, and he didn't even know the situation of his gunner and loader.

It was only when he had escaped from the car and climbed to the top of the power compartment at the rear of the car that he was stopped by the wailing and cry for help from the turret behind him, which was about to stop him from moving forward.

"Save me, save me, pull me out"

The gunner, whose intestines were torn out of his stomach by the high-speed flying fragments, was holding his intestines with one hand and struggling to reach the escape hatch at the rear end of the turret with the other hand, asking for help from the commander who was looking into his eyes.

Normally, the German commander had the obligation to help his comrades, and they had to escape together.

But in this battlefield with artillery fire flying and death howling, an inexplicable and terrible intuition always lingered in his heart and could not be shaken off. The strong psychological suggestion told the German commander "don't reach out" all the time. The commander, who was already in a difficult situation, hesitated for less than a second, and finally chose to escape alone.

Although his battlefield intuition was correct and accurate, and the final choice he made was appropriate enough from the perspective of his personal interests, it still could not save his life that was about to be wiped out.

Ding bang --

Swish --

Boom --

The tearing sound of the projectile hitting the armor, the whistling sound of breaking through the air that came one step later than the supersonic shells, and the strong sound of the ammunition explosion that followed

The German tank commander, who had no feeling about his body, didn't know which sound sounded first, and after that short moment, he couldn't even feel any pain.

The flesh and blood wreckage that was torn into pieces and rotted into a pile of minced meat was directly thrown back by the strong kinetic energy impact. Like a pile of mud, it directly smeared on the armored plate of another Black Panther not far away, and it was scarlet on the spot.

"Damn, why did I see a German guy being blown out of the car? Is it that exaggerated?"

After killing the gunner of the motionless Panther 2 with one shot, he was wondering if his eyes were blurry. However, Lavrinenko, who had already locked on to the next target, was not interested in such an insignificant problem at all.

Comrade, the huge and heavy IS4 heavy tank with a strong visual impact still stood proudly in the enemy's artillery fire and stood firm. There will be more unlucky Germans who will die under the blackened muzzle of the 122.

"Keep going, load the armor-piercing shells! Next one!"