Chapter 1881: Steel Collision

The recognition between the strong is often mutual. Even if it is just a movement or a detail in a breath, it is enough to reflect a lot of things. Read

"The reaction speed is very fast! They are turning the body and turret at the same time, Karl, they are coming towards us!"

"I saw it! Don't worry about it, prepare for the next fire, shoot at the weak point and kill the rest!"

Kiril realized that the opponent was not simple, and Karvus and Kosher also realized how fast the enemy in front of them reacted.

Faced with the attack from behind and the interference of the chaotic and noisy battlefield environment, they can still distinguish and identify the approximate location of the enemy so quickly.

It doesn't matter how it is done, it's just a process. What matters is that the opponent did find the right direction accurately in the shortest time. This is the result, and it is also where Karvus was really surprised.

"Hit those that are coming towards us first, quickly!"

Most of the Russians who can still continue to fight are driving the tanks to try to aim at themselves and Kosher. Karvus can clearly see this scene from the commander's periscope in front of him. This is far greater than the threat faced by Bolt. It's not that Karvus doesn't want to help his brother, but the threat faced by his brother is far greater than yours. Everything has its priorities, that's all.

The fast one-time loading brought by using 88mm fixed ammunition is a big advantage. Karvus and Kosher, who just finished firing a round, are indeed loading very fast.

The remaining IS6 heavy tanks under Kirill are still using the clumsy and slow single-flow transmission to turn the vehicle body. At the same time, the turrets that rotate in one direction have not yet been able to fully point to the target. The closing sound of the breech in the two Tiger King turrets at the entrance of the village has already sounded with a loud and dull shout from the loader.

Bang--

"Armor-piercing shells are good!"

"Loading completed!"

"Fire!"

Boom--

The interval between the two firings is only a little more than 6 seconds, which is quite amazing even according to the strict requirements for veteran crews.

The IS6s that were still trying their best to turn around were still in a state of balancing and facing the enemy with their turrets sideways. Although they did not expose their biggest weakness, the rear, to the enemy, the situation of facing the enemy sideways was still not much better. Facing the close attack of the two Tiger Kings, they were completely helpless.

The shrieking armor-piercing shells that came at them mercilessly hit the side armor of the turret, and immediately splashed a long string of dazzling sparks, along with the huge noise caused by the distortion of the metal.

The side armor of the IS6 turret was strong enough, so strong that the Tiger's short 88 would probably not be able to effectively penetrate it at close range, but it was still not invincible, and it was not enough to withstand the accurate and lethal long 88.

The hood and the armor-piercing projectile that was smashed by the hood broke through the outer armor and continued to penetrate deep inside. The IS6 heavy tank, which was still turning, trembled all over, as if it was drunk. Then there was a shocking explosion that rose from the ground and resounded through the sky.

The huge turret was instantly lifted off the chassis of the vehicle, and the sky-high flames peeled off the broken armor fragments and scattered them.

More than one IS6 heavy tank was destroyed. Two ace tank commanders of the Wehrmacht, who had already killed hundreds of people, used a killing move. With their skilled combat experience and sufficient understanding of the enemy's tanks, they hit the weakness with one blow.

An IS6 was penetrated by the side armor of the turret, which induced the first ammunition rack of the turret to explode, and finally led to the destruction of the entire vehicle.

The side armor of the other IS6 was directly penetrated at the rear of the vehicle. Fortunately, the trajectory of the armor-piercing projectile was not towards the crew compartment, but directly into the power compartment at the rear of the vehicle.

Boom--

A loud explosion accompanied by flames, thick smoke, and flying debris and parts flew out of the power compartment and were thrown into the air.

The successfully detonated projectile warhead charge completely destroyed the power compartment of the IS6. Not only was the transmission system and the engine blown up on the spot, but it also instantly ignited the diesel pipeline that was originally difficult to ignite at normal temperature, and ignited thick smoke and fire.

"Ahem, get out, get out quickly! I can't stay in the car, the smoke is poisonous! Go!"

If it was just a fire, they might be able to continue fighting. The brave and glorious soldiers of the Stalin Guards First Tank Division did not lack such courage, and they were still not afraid even if a subsequent chain explosion might occur at any time.

But the fire that suddenly rose from the power compartment spread so fast that ordinary people could not imagine it. The fierce flames not only licked the metal but also burned the non-metallic parts. The rubber ring used for sealing mixed with the black smoke released by the burning of other non-metallic parts, which was both dazzling and highly toxic.

At this point, if they did not get out of the car, all the people in the car would be suffocated to death in this narrow and closed tank interior in less than half a minute.

Fortunately, the few crew members who were not injured left their cars one after another, either escaping from the hatch on the top of the turret or directly crawling out from the escape exit on the chassis of the vehicle.

There were no infantry on the battlefield. This was a pure tank-to-tank, steel-to-steel fierce collision. There was no need to worry about the bullets of infantry light weapons shooting at the tank soldiers who abandoned the car to escape, but this did not mean that the people who escaped from the car could rest assured and be safe.

This is a battlefield, a cruel battlefield on the Eastern Front where it’s either you or me. There is no reason or morality in the bloody purgatory. Your only choice is to kill the opponent as soon as possible by any means.

Dada Dada——

“Uh!!!”

The last loader who climbed out of the turret hatch was still holding his shortened self-defense AK in his hand. He was about to give the gun to his comrades under the car so that he could free up his hands to climb out quickly.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a burst of green tracer bullets from a machine gun suddenly came from the direction of the village entrance. The loader, whose lower body was still in the turret, had no time to dodge and avoid it. A blood dance rose behind him instantly, and he fell on the turret with a scream and could not move anymore.

"Ishka! Damn it, Ishka!!!"

The commander, whose eyes were almost spitting fire, could not hold back when he saw this happening. He kicked his legs and tried to get up from under the cover of the vehicle and crawl towards the turret, but was instantly stopped by a big hand that came in time.

"Are you crazy!? It's useless. Who can survive if that thing hits the upper body with a burst of bullets? Are you going to sacrifice your life as well?!"