Chapter 2355 "You Still Want to Arrest Me"

The turret speed of the American's expensive tank was not much different from that of ours. We missed the target with one shot, giving the American's broken car precious time.

The American seized this critical opportunity and desperately completed the turret turning at a speed visible to the naked eye. The black muzzle was already pointing directly in the direction of our side. Even Wittmann, who frowned and witnessed this scene, was ready to be beaten at that moment.

He couldn't run away, so he could only rely on the Tiger King's strong armor to try to withstand this fierce attack whose power was not yet known. There was no other way.

But what Wittmann didn't expect was that after the American's expensive tank completed the barrel pointing, how could it be described? Wittmann really didn't know how to describe this situation in detail, describing the scene he witnessed in the periscope in front of him.

If I had to say it, it was probably like a man with some problem, and he had an unspeakable situation of "impotence"?

I don't know what went wrong, but in short, the gun barrel couldn't be lifted up, and the American expensive tank couldn't complete the last elevation and aiming operation. It was like a little kid whose toys were taken away, and he was visibly anxious.

It seemed that he was debugging the turret operating mechanism. The American expensive tank was so anxious that the turret was shaking left and right like a convulsion, and the head carrying an extra-long main gun was shaking desperately in a small range. But no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't change the terrible situation in front of him. The "impotent" gun barrel was fucking motionless and couldn't be lifted up.

"That broken car has a problem! The elevation machine is out of control, open fire and kill him!"

Wittmann is indeed an experienced battlefield veteran. The scene he saw in such a short moment was enough for him to make a judgment and issue an order.

Even without Wittmann's order, Wegener, who had been fighting at the gunner's post, knew that he had to race against time, and every second counted. The firing between tanks could mean the difference between life and death if the tanks fired even one second earlier.

"I know! Shut up and watch!"

Wegener, who didn't like being distracted while working, shouted loudly and used both hands to operate the elevation and steering machines at the same time, completing the main gun's slightly inaccurate aiming after firing, and locking the same target that had just missed the shot.

Hold your breath and enlarge your right eye.

The light trigger action with sweat sliding down your temples was only a breath of time paused.

Bang——

Another full-caliber capped armor-piercing bullet was ejected from the barrel and violently bombarded.

But this time, Wegener would never give the American's "precious" tank on the opposite side any chance to be called shit luck.

Ding bang——

The powerful armor-piercing projectile shot into the additional armor plate on the front face of the turret, which had been broken into a large piece. The 80mm physical thickness of the vertically placed additional armor plate was penetrated on the spot, and the high-speed projectile with strong residual kinetic energy continued to spiral forward.

The turret itself, which was blocked by the additional armor plate, was as useless as the basic armor shield. In front of this armor-piercing projectile with enough armor-piercing power, it was no different from having it or not. It was pierced through the shield and violently bombarded.

Puff, boom, boom, boom——

It is estimated that it was not the projectile that was detonated on the spot, but it was probably the scene that could only appear when the propellant cartridge was ignited multiple times.

The American's precious tank was like a volcanic eruption, and it was "furious" on the spot.

There was no explosion, but the high-temperature flames of fire burst out from the car, directly breaking through the top cover on the top of the turret that was originally in combat and closed. The two jet fire dragons that shot straight into the sky were as dazzling as "twin ponytails", comparable to fireworks during the New Year.

Of course, this seemingly miserable thing is not the end of destruction, but just the beginning.

Boom——

The powerful ejection of the propellant cartridge, like a volcanic eruption, quickly evolved into a tragic secondary disaster in a very short time, and once again descended on the vehicle.

The explosive ammunition rack exploded, becoming the last straw that completely destroyed this uniquely shaped US tank.

The strong ammunition explosion not only blew up the entire turret in an instant, but also the turret base caught fire and shot vertically into the sky like a rocket.

The uncontrollable explosive chemical energy also rushed out of the vehicle and spread to the outside of the vehicle, almost blowing up and shattering the suspension running devices on the left and right sides of the vehicle body connected to the vehicle, and even blowing up the additional armor plate welded on the front of the vehicle body, which shows how powerful the explosive potential energy that rushed out of the vehicle instantly was.

Bang——

It also hit the bull's eye without bias.

The strangely shaped turret that was blown up into the sky fell down again with smoke stains blackened by the flames, and hit the turret ring of the vehicle body that was still spitting fire, but the turret fell down in an upside-down manner with its face facing forward. It was like a death row prisoner beheaded by an executioner and then his head was put back on his neck with the top of his head facing down. It looked really weird and creepy.

But after just a few seconds of "tossing and turning" of first spitting fire and then blowing up, Wittmann and Wegener, who had been staring at the gun mirror in front of them, finally saw the true appearance of the American expensive tank after the additional defense was removed.

"Damn it! This is a Pershing, a Pan Big Head! I thought it was some other car. The Americans are really good at modifying their junk!"

It happened in a flash.

Just as Wegener's angry complaints came out and Wittmann hadn't had time to answer, an unexpected blow came one after another and hit him in the face.

Ding bang --

Dong bang --

Swish --

Crack --

"Damn it! Hit in multiple places! Repeat, hit in multiple places!"

The harsh metal impact sound of the bullet hitting the armor plate echoed in the car and rushed straight to his head. Wittmann, who realized that the other surviving American tanks had already started, didn't care too much and hurriedly roared.

"Everyone, report the situation! Has it been penetrated!"

"The driver is fine!"

"I'm fine!"

"The gunner is fine!"

"The main and deputy loaders are still there, and it seems that there is no penetration? How are you, commander?"

"Back up! Back up, back up quickly! Maneuver, quickly!"

The position is locked and hit. If you don't back up and just want to bear it, it's really a pure fucking stupid behavior.

Wittmann, who did not feel any pain, knew very well that he was fine. Since the rest of the crew was fine, it was a simple and straightforward situation: the American shells, whether they ricocheted or their impact potential energy was exhausted, simply did not penetrate the enemy. Long live the Tiger King!

"Fuck! Two ricochets on the upper front and one on the turret edge. Are you guys shooting at the plane through the gun scope!?"