Chapter 2513 It's Time to End

"Are these bastard pigs finished? How many more must be killed before it's over!? We've almost run out of artillery shells.

"Relax, Artyom, we still have more than two thousand machine gun rounds, as well as steel armor and tracks. We can send tons of Germans into the IS7 steel meat grinder to grind them into meat like canned meat." Use your brains and blood to paint our tanks. Ha, what did the Germans say? This is the tank from hell! "

Completely different from the burning tension just now, the interior of the No. 177 IS7 heavy tank crew seemed to be relaxed and cheerful, and they no longer paid attention to the scraps of enemies in front of them.

Iushkin was talking and laughing with Artyom, and Sergei on the side was counting how many rounds of artillery shells, how many high-explosive rounds, and how many armor-piercing rounds were left in the few remaining ammunition racks on the car body.

Seryozha was concentrating on driving. In contrast, the driver comrade at this moment was the quietest one in the whole crew. Marashin was holding the commander's periscope with one hand and the microphone with the other. Coe also spoke at this time.

"We need to brag after the war is over. Now is not the time."

"At one o'clock, tracer bullets are being sprayed out from the foxhole. It is suspected to be a machine gun team. Load grenades and kill it!"

"Yes, I will listen to you, Comrade Commander."

Buzz buzz buzz buzz——

The IS7 heavy tank, which was still advancing at a constant speed, immediately slowed down and stopped at Malashenko's order. The powerful diesel engine made an internal combustion sound with a sharp drop in speed and a significant change in pitch. The steel tracks grinded away the soil and the lumps of blood and flesh that had been involved at some point and gradually stopped rotating. The giant steel body weighing 70 tons in combat had completely stopped moving forward.

"Happy holidays, Nacui. This is the Festival of Elimination of Nacuis, a new holiday."

Click——

boom--

The IS7 gunner's joystick, which looks like a game controller, pulled the trigger and fired the main gun. The powerful and heavy 130mm grenade pellets flew straight towards the target with a shrill and shrill sound. They had already arrived before the German machine gun team noticed and moved. One step, a bang.

Boom——

Along with the explosion, large pieces of earth and flesh and blood flew up into the sky. Between the flying dust and the flash of fire, you could even see the exploded plasma being thrown into the air in a splatter and scattering pattern, like a balloon filled with water. Exploded in mid-air.

"It's done, it's up to heaven, the next one is"

call out--

Ding-ding——

call out--

Before Iushkin could finish his words, in the concrete tunnel in front of him that was about to be completely collapsed by the explosion, a desperate man suddenly emerged like a game of whack-a-mole. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and was already ready. A tank-killing bazooka, aiming at the arrow-shaped hull of the IS7, he raised his hand and fired.

Rockets with a diameter of 88 mm are definitely very powerful these days, but it is a pity that the opponent the tank killer faces is not a creature that should be in this era, at least not in the existing history.

This is a "steel monster" that Malashenko used some tricks and his own influence to pull onto the battlefield. It is an absolute Godzilla level in a heavy tank.

The Jagdtiger's 128 can only make a sound when fired, but a shot from a tank killer with an 88mm bullet diameter will still hit the main armor belt on the front of the vehicle body, and the effect is no different than scraping.

The 88mm rocket that accurately hit the lower sloped armor plate of the IS7 ricocheted. Under the deflection of the sloped armor extending obliquely downward, it did not ricochet upwards, but ricocheted directly downwards. Although the warhead was deformed, it The rocket, whose engine was still working normally, plunged directly into the soil, and the fuze failed to trigger and detonate the charge normally, thus turning into a ground-penetrating dumb bomb.

"Damn it, this bastard is looking for death for Sukka!"

It could be clearly felt that the car was hit again. Although there was no explosion, there was indeed an obvious physical impact sound and vibration. Moreover, Iushkin could also clearly see the initiator of all this, and one of the launchers was still there. There are a lot of German anti-tank fighters who are still in the smoke.

"If you want to die, you will be able to do it, so die!"

Da da da da da——

Just because the main gun is not loaded does not mean that there is no other way to deal with the enemy. Iushkin still has control of the "secondary weapons" in the IS7 turret: they are concentrated directly above the main gun breech and on the left and right sides. 3, 1 5 and 2 62 coaxial machine guns.

The huge turret of the IS7, which was buckled upside down on the car body like a turtle shell, rotated rapidly, and the black muzzle of the huge cannon quickly pointed at the target along with the muzzle. What appeared in Iushkin's eyes was the scene where the German who failed to succeed in the attack had dropped the iron pipe in his hand, turned around and was about to run away without saying a word.

It's a pity that what this German soldier faced was not two or three squad machine guns, but the intensive firepower of all three coaxial machine guns controlled by the IS7 gunner, especially the KPVT 5mm heavy machine gun.

The barrage pouring violently caused debris and dust to fly in the concrete tunnel in an instant. The German soldier who was still running wildly was almost instantly submerged by the violent rain of bullets. The seemingly solid concrete layers around him cannot protect him at all. The powerful 5mm machine gun bullets will tear apart anything in front of him, whether it is dead or living.

When Iushkin released the trigger again, the place where a living person was running just now was now just a hornet's nest of bullet holes that were so dense that it would make people with trypophobia feel uncomfortable. Large pieces of splattered blood even remained on the surrounding concrete walls, looking like street graffiti in some hip-hop culture, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Unlimited supply of Nazis, I can kill three more pages! Keep going!"

Iushkin drew two bars on the notebook tied with a rope and hung next to the gun position to record the results of the battle. Iushkin, who was killing people everywhere and whose adrenaline was surging, felt that he could kill hundreds or thousands of Germans. It had been a long time since he had encountered such a hearty battle. No matter what kind of German target he saw, he just had to kill him. I'm afraid there is nothing more exciting than driving an IS7 to kill a huge and unlimited supply of Nazi targets.

"Seryosha, start! Keep going, get us out of here!"

"Got it!"

Iushkin's mind was full of "I'll fucking kill all the Germans", and he was so happy that he was just sitting there and having a good time, but Malashenko was thinking about something completely different, which was based on the current situation he saw with his own eyes, and his consideration and judgment on the subsequent development of the war situation.

Looking at the soldiers chasing and killing the remaining Germans in the ruined positions and collapsed fortifications, and even rushing to the wreckage of the paralyzed German car, opening the hatch, and starting to shoot at the car with AKs in their hands.

Although there was no large-scale surrender of the Germans, Malashenko, who saw this scene, knew clearly that the battle of Zelo Heights, which burned flesh and steel, had actually been settled.

"That's it, it's time to end it."