Chapter 2681 Calling 130, Giving You 145

Chapter 2681 Calling 130, giving you 5

As an old opponent who has been on the battlefield for a long time, Malashenko is actually very annoying.

These Nazi scum are like stink bugs and cockroaches in the cracks of the wall. They can never be killed or exterminated. It seems that no matter how many times you destroy them, they can always come back.

In the endless street fighting environment that seems to be endless, this situation is even more aggravated and annoying, and even makes people want to curse. There are always Nazis in those brick and stone ruins and invisible corners, and then they crawl on your feet like maggots to bite and disgust you, which is very annoying.

You must cut the grass and remove the roots, and you must use the most effective insecticide to kill the insects.

It may not be the case in other places, but at the moment, in the street fighting environment of Berlin, Malashenko can say with great confidence that the TOS-1 heavy rocket assault tank is the best ace insecticide in his hand, no one else.

Bunker?

Bunk your mother's body! Go to see the German emperor with your bunker!

"I have reserved the best location and the best hotel for you Nazis in hell. Now let the 310 hell bus take you there."

One after another, TOS-1 rocket assault tanks drove into the main attack route under Malashenko's order. The road ahead was unobstructed after the various siege teams had worked. The only thing to consider was the enemy's direct anti-armor firepower that might remain after approaching the line of fire.

The destructive power of TOS-1 is completely proportional to its size. The more powerful the explosive German stick is, the bigger its size is.

The already large heavy tank chassis, with a huge launch box containing 16 310mm heavy rockets, can be recognized on the battlefield.

What is "tall and mighty"?

This is "tall and mighty".

A person who wears a crown must bear its weight. If you have no shortcomings with this destructive firepower, it would be a disaster.

So this extremely terrible war machine is definitely not a brainless rush type of "press W to win". Malashenko has repeatedly asked the front-line siege teams to cooperate and protect these terrible war machines. Never, never, never let this thing explode in their own camp.

If the ammunition of this thing explodes, Malashenko dare not think about the specific scene, but he can think of it in general.

It is not an exaggeration to say that half a street was blown away. Of course, within half a street, no matter whether you are a German or a Red Army soldier, you will not escape. If there is one, you will be buried together.

"Hide! Hide! German machine guns, Suka--"

"One o'clock, second floor balcony! Fire at this bastard, quick!"

"Back off, back off and find cover! The tank is about to fire, dangerous distance!"

The further you go back, the harder it is to fight. Almost every ten steps, you will encounter a German machine gun that suddenly appears, and then pulls the trigger and shoots at you crazily without caring about the issue of ammunition conservation. (っ◔◡◔)っ

The anxious Alsim's head is about to split apart by this fucking situation.

It's not right to charge, and it's even worse to retreat. He and his group of combat engineers almost dare not leave the protection range of the armored vehicles. He must hide behind the iron guys to seek cover at the first time, be extremely vigilant, keep an eye on all directions, and wait for an opportunity to kill the enemy at all times, so as to ensure that he will not end up like those German bastards.

The blind Nazi machine gun once again rushed out of a firing hole that had been knocked out and revived again. Such revived firepower points were not only full of threats, but also numerous. This was the third one Alsim encountered within a minute.

The firing hole that was now madly firing green tracer bullets had just been swept through the wall by the infantry fighting vehicle machine gun less than 20 seconds ago and had stopped. In less than half a minute, it started to take advantage of you again and ride on your forehead to make you sick.

Alsim, who was so angry that he could put a boiled egg on his forehead, saw this and said nothing. He called on his brothers to hide quickly. Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the wired phone in the iron box at hand and roared behind the huge IS7 heavy tank behind him.

"One o'clock, second floor balcony! Fire that Nazi machine gun! I repeat, one o'clock second floor balcony! Open fire now!!!"

Da da da da da --

Crackle, crackle, crackle, whoosh --

"Damn Suka!"

Before he could put the phone back into the tank, the arrogant German on the opposite side had already started firing machine guns at the top of the steel behemoth that he could not possibly hurt.

There was a burst of lightning and fire, sparks flew everywhere, and some of the ricochets flew across the tank, almost brushing against Alsim's head.

Alsim, who was holding the AK in his left hand and the telephone in his right hand, cursed on the spot. He quickly stuffed the telephone back into the tank's butt, and quickly covered his head with the helmet and lowered his posture even more. He was ready to welcome the tank's fire in the same posture as an old cat, and kept a certain distance from the tank's butt so as not to be hit by the recoil of the sniper rifle.

"What the hell! Why is this broken car still not moving?!"

More than ten seconds passed, and Alsim, who was well prepared, still didn't wait for the steel beast in front of him to roar and fire, and he still hadn't seen the 130mm big tube roar for a moment.

Alsim, whose face was full of questions, confused and annoyed, thought it was because the two men in the car had diarrhea. He was dancing with bullets outside the car while they were grinding and moaning in the car, not taking it seriously. If he can endure this, then Alsim will not be judged as a "big bullshit bullshit" by some people who don't deal with him. How can he endure this with his violent temper that can burn a girl to death? ?

There was no extra possibility. Without saying a word, Alsim's only choice was to grab the microphone that he had just put down in front of him.

"Hey! Are you Sukkas gathering in the car to masturbate? Do you want me to go in and give you some toilet paper!? Hurry the fuck up!!!"

Outside the tank, there was a series of elegant, easy-going, friendly and warm greetings and witty words. However, what was invisible inside the tank through the thick armor was a different story.

"No, there's a malfunction! The breech block is stuck, and the automatic ejection fails! The cartridge case cannot be ejected! We are trying to figure out how to troubleshoot, but the damn breech block cannot be pried open! Do you think the machine gun is OK? The coaxial machine gun is still OK use!"

"What? Machine gun???"

Alsim, who was holding the phone in his hand, was indeed stunned for a moment.

I asked for 130 millimeters, but you gave me 5 millimeters.

I've taken off my pants and you're just going to show me this?

Suka is not included!