Chapter 1996 7.5 Seconds
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The German armored soldiers on the opposite side did not know what kind of terrible super steel beast was hidden in the group of perverted enemies facing them.
In the eyes of the German armored soldiers on the opposite side, the super iron turtle like IS6 is already a headache. Super firepower plus medium tank-level mobility, plus an unbreakable heavy armor, just imagine what kind of heavy tank can be stronger than this thing?
Maybe this thing really exists, but at least it is unimaginable for the German armored soldiers, and the implementation is indeed the case.
So when Iushkin pulled the trigger of the main gun, the amazing 130mm cannon with a slender and large caliber sprayed out hot flames, and the Panther A on the opposite side that was about to be sent to the west knew nothing about it, and naturally there was no need to talk about evasive maneuvers and avoiding the gun line.
Ding-bang--
Boom--
The full-caliber armor-piercing projectile hit the front armor plate of the vehicle body firmly, and instantly burst out hot and dazzling sparks. The harsh and violent metal friction sound echoed in the surrounding air like a fingernail scratching a blackboard.
The full-caliber capped armor-piercing projectile with a caliber of up to 130 mm, like a red-hot razor piercing a cream cake, easily broke through the upper armor of the Panther A without any suspense, and then continued to move forward and poured into it.
The 130 mm super-large caliber armor-piercing projectile, whether in muzzle velocity, armor penetration depth, or warhead charge, all steadily surpassed the 122 gun and even far exceeded it.
It is difficult to survive under the muzzle of the 122 gun. It is not difficult to predict what the fate of the Panther A that was hit by a 130 mm armor-piercing projectile in the bull's eye and hit hard is actually not difficult to predict.
The explosion of flames that shot straight into the sky instantly lifted the turret and lifted it into the air. The flames that burst out like a volcanic crater shot straight into the sky.
The powerful explosion of the warhead charge instantly blew up the ammunition rack and the fuel tank, and the power of the three explosions in a chain reaction within the same second was indeed amazing.
The final result was that not only was the head of this unfortunate Panther A blown off, but even the chassis of the vehicle with a big hole in the upper armor was blown to pieces, becoming a blazing, leaking, smoking coffin.
The armor fragments and parts that were broken apart by the powerful explosion were scattered all over the ground and could be seen everywhere. The turret that had been smoked black was also upside down on the ground with its mouth wide open. As for the five German armored soldiers in the car, no one knew what form they were in and where they were at the moment. After all, this was truly "completely obliterated, leaving no trace of struggle."
"Done! Those 30 guns were not fired in vain. The ballistic performance of this thing is better than that of D30T. It is easier to hit the Germans' broken car than to open a can! Haha!"
Iushkin's one-week training on the new car was indeed not in vain. The limited number of 130mm IS7-specific shells was used in the training.
If Malashenko hadn't stopped him, he would have just stopped. If the firing continued, the only batch of special shells brought with the car would probably not be enough. By then, you would have nowhere to replenish them. Iushkin, who was too excited on the training ground, might even consume more.
However, to be honest, the main gun training of this new car was indeed not in vain.
The final result of the 30 shells was that Iushkin, who was already experienced and could be honored by Lavrinenko as the "first gunner of the leader division", had completely mastered the performance of the S70 type 54-caliber 130mm main gun of the IS7 prototype.
The first time he drove this thing to the battlefield, he was able to hit the target with the first shot and hit the bull's eye. It can be seen that Iushkin, who was smiling, was quite satisfied with the result. Malashenko, who was sitting side by side with Iushkin on the other side of the breech block, also quietly raised a barely noticeable arc.
"Very good, continue loading! Armor-piercing shells, quick!"
Loading shells into the IS7 is a relatively troublesome process. Although the troublesome process does not mean the speed is slow, this process is indeed not as simple as manual loading.
"Load the warhead, quick!"
Artyom, who was standing behind Iushkin, loudly reminded the new loader to work quickly, and the thick-armed and leg-bumping man standing opposite Artyom was also very clear.
The hand wheel of the ammunition belt, which had been tightly held in his hand and had been waiting for a long time, was turned very fast. With the help of electric power, the nearest 130mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile was quickly sent to the slide rail with a "ding bang" sound and ready.
It happened in a flash. At the same time when the projectile fell and was sent to the loading slide rail at the end of the breech block, Artyom, who was also holding the hand wheel of the ammunition belt waiting for loading, started to rotate rapidly at the same time.
The propellant cartridge on the lower ammunition belt was sent to the designated position at the fastest speed, and the 130mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile that had been in place was ready on the head, waiting for the arrival of the last loading process.
The loader slide rail, which completed the mission of delivering ammunition, immediately rose after the huge and heavy propellant cartridge was sent to the breech block waiting for loading slide rail, and remained parallel to the ceiling armor on the top of the turret, automatically breaking away from the physical contact with the breech block waiting for loading slide rail without manual operation.
Taking advantage of the gap when the slide rail was raised, he bent down slightly and picked up the T-shaped push rod at his feet and held it tightly in his hands.
Artyom, who had practiced loading with model bullets for hundreds of times during the week-long training, had already memorized all the action standards, and his familiar, accurate and fast loading action was the best proof.
"Ready, send!"
Holding the left and right sides of the T-shaped push rod respectively, they pushed forward at the same time with a loud slogan.
Clang--
Bang--
The propellant cartridge was pushed into the barrel with a heavy 130mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile with a metal friction sound.
He pulled the breech closing lever upward with one hand, and after a dull breech closing sound, Artyom spoke loudly.
"Loading completed!"
7 and a half seconds, only 7 and a half seconds!
This speed is half a second faster than the best result in training! Well done!
While Artyom and the new loader were working together to reload, Malashenko, who had been sitting in his own commander's seat, was also not idle.
He was not cheering for the two loaders, but staring at the precision mechanical watch on his wrist, which he had taken off the body of a German general earlier, to see how long it would take for the first combat reload with the assistance of a semi-automatic loader.
When the final result was officially released, it was obvious that the reloading result of 7.5 seconds was really better than what Comrade Ma had expected in advance.
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