Chapter 1998 Continue Loading!

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The Germans will not surrender, or as long as the soul of the Great German Division is still there, and Lieutenant General Manteuffel is really the real soul of the Great German Division as the intelligence said, then Malashenko can be sure.

This bastard will never give up so easily before he has exhausted his last chip and chooses to admit defeat in this armored battle that can decide life and death.

Yes, Malashenko also realized this.

Once the Germans lose this armored confrontation, all that will be left for the Great German Division II is complete destruction.

Although this destruction is only a matter of time in Malashenko's view, whether the German armored forces are slaughtered or killed to the point of annihilation, it will not have any impact on the final victory or failure of the entire battle.

A man with two legs cannot outrun a tank with two tracks, even if the German armored forces fight to the death to buy time for their own large forces to escape. Malashenko could also kill all the German armored forces, and then chase them with two heavy combined brigades, and chase all the remaining Germans who dared to resist until there was no one left, or until they surrendered.

So no matter which choice is made, the final result is the same for the Germans. There is no possibility of a reversal in this completely one-sided armored confrontation, and the victory or defeat has been determined since the beginning of the battle.

But Malashenko also knew that it was not so easy to make people on the verge of death give up the desire to survive, especially for the Great German Division, a special unit whose name means much more than the battlefield. Being wiped out again is not just as simple as losing a division of troops.

This is equivalent to the morale of the Wehrmacht, which was finally glued together, being ruthlessly smashed again, and the murderer is the same "Stalin" and the "Iron Butcher" as last time. It is not an exaggeration to say that this is a devastating blow to the morale of the Wehrmacht.

"They can't afford to lose, especially here. The Germans will do everything they can to survive and not miss any chance to survive, Iushkin, and you know what to do."

After being with Malashenko for so long, especially under the premise that Malashenko consciously cultivated him to the command level, Iushkin's vision of the overall situation and strategic issues has greatly improved compared to before. It is not difficult to understand what Malashenko just said.

"Oh, of course I understand. Those who want to die must die, and they will die! Send them on their way now. "

Crack--

Bang--

"Good armor-piercing bullets! "

The sound of the cartridge and the bullet entering the chamber echoed in my ears, and the dull metal clatter of the breech block closing instantly came into my mind along with Artyom's loud shout.

"Die, you fascist dog! "

Boom——

Every time the 130mm caliber Red Navy gun on land roared and fired, it was like a thunderous sound from the sky.

The muzzle velocity of up to 930 meters per second is close to the long 88 that the Germans are proud of. The huge chamber volume that far exceeds the 122 heirloom not only brings this terrible muzzle velocity, but also gives this 130 cannon devastating armor-piercing kinetic energy.

No German medium tank can withstand such devastating armor-piercing power.

Iushkin's outstanding artillery skills that are superb to perfection, coupled with the newly upgraded gunner's integrated fire control system and the excellent ballistic performance of the 130 naval gun, the final result is that after each main gun roars, there will inevitably be a German medium tank that will be blown to pieces and spiraled up on the spot.

This extremely cruel steel stranglehold war is still going on. Iushkin's abnormal artillery skills that can fire immediately after the shells are loaded are of course The Germans were killed, and the debris was scattered all over the ground, one car after another. But this also meant that the two loaders standing on the left and right of the turret basket had no chance to catch their breath and could not stop for a moment.

Boom--

Bang---

The breech block suddenly retreated backwards at the moment of firing, and the mixed metal collision sound of spitting out a huge burning shell echoed in the ears. This also meant that the two loaders who had just finished loading the shell used for firing had to continue working and reload again.

But just when Artyom, who was already sweating profusely in the rapid burst of loading, was fully focused on loading and didn't care about anything else, turned around again and was about to hold the hand wheel of the feeding belt to shake down another armor-piercing projectile from the upper ammunition rack on his side for loading, the unexpected situation that he had not noticed at all just now came into his eyes.

"It's broken! The first ammunition rack is empty, all 7 rounds of ammunition are used up! "

Iushkin was only concerned with killing for fun, and he immediately opened fire one by one after reloading, and in just one minute, he had taken away a total of seven German tanks.

But a very realistic objective problem is that the first ammunition rack at the rear of the IS7 turret, or the total of 7 rounds of ammunition pre-loaded in the semi-automatic loader, can't support his waste and quickly use up.

Hearing Artyom's subconscious shout, Iushkin, who was also dumbfounded, turned back suddenly with a look of astonishment, and all he saw was the empty semi-automatic loader.

"Manual loading, don't worry about it! Load as fast as you can! Load armor-piercing shells! Keep going, quick!"

Among the four people in the turret, it can be said that only Malashenko, who had been counting the number of shots, was not surprised.

Malashenko knew the performance of the IS7 so well that he was even more familiar with it than Shashmurin. Of course, he knew what the price of the IS7's extremely fierce burst firepower output would be. The next loading work was really a life-threatening highlight.

"Help me, you carry the projectile up! I'll go get the propellant, quick!"

Artyom, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed and took action first, was the first to bend down and hugged the 130mm armor-piercing projectile that was specially placed on the side of the turret basket at his feet for easy loading. He raised his hands and suddenly exerted force to hold it in his arms.

While lifting the super heavy object with both arms, he also reminded another new loader to help take it away. The propellant cartridge, which is thicker and heavier than the bullet, is bound to be more difficult to handle, and time must be lost.

"Suka! Ah ah ah ah this thing, this Suka is too heavy, Brett!"

After loading seven rounds at a burst speed, Artyom was already sweating profusely. Let Artyom in this state hold the 130mm cartridge that is thicker than the young woman's thigh.

Although it is not an impossible task, it is really too damn difficult!

It really made Artyom, who was holding the young woman's thigh, ah, holding the propellant cartridge, grin and curse. Manual loading after the burst rate of fire is undoubtedly more difficult than expected.

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