Chapter 2837 Berlin Street Racing (Part 1)

Ding ding, ding, ding, ding, crackle——

Woo-hoo-

"Damn it, Sokka! I feel like this car is falling apart!"

"Load! Load ammunition, quickly!"

Dong dong dong dong——

The Germans' firepower was very fierce, and their reaction was indeed very rapid. These are the realities that have to be admitted, and they are terrible bad news.

The good news is that the Germans' firepower is fiercer, and all kinds of metal projectiles are flying in all directions with a loud crackling sound.

The problem is that this rarely does any real harm, for one simple reason.

More than 90% of the firepower is composed of bullets fired from firearms. If you expect this to be able to damage a purely mechanized armored commando, you are undoubtedly thinking nonsense. No matter how fierce the firepower is, it will not work.

The predictions made by the leadership division organization based on the intelligence collected and compiled in advance from all aspects are correct.

The German 9th Parachute Division stationed on the north bank of the Moltke Bridge was indeed seriously lacking in heavy weapons. This crackling firepower, with the rare roaring and exploding artillery shells, was indeed very standard - standard paratrooper firepower.

Crack, crackle, ding, ding—

"Huh-ha-it seems we are lucky, huh? These nazis don't even have a decent anti-tank gun in their hands."

call out--

Boom——

Before the rejoicing words in the car could be finished, a shrill scream suddenly came from the crosswalk in front of the street, followed by an orange-red flame tail rushing straight in like New Year fireworks, almost touching the steps. The tank turret passed by. It was only half a finger away from him and he would hit him head-on.

"Suka! Anti-tank missiles, there are anti-tank missiles! Shop on the first floor on the left, red door frame! Red door frame!!!"

"Copy that, suppressive fire! Watch me kill them!"

The BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle whizzed past with its head pressed against its forehead and "got angry on the spot", and the result of the anger that followed was that the small head turret carrying the 25mm machine gun quickly turned and corrected. The black muzzle followed the smoke trail of the missile tail that had not yet dissipated in the air. In the blink of an eye, it aimed at the target and roared at the target while moving forward at high speed.

Dong dong dong dong——

The sound of the 25mm cannon firing was as powerful as a drum. The shells, which were thicker than an adult male's thumb, were discharged out of the car one after another along the turret ejection window like rain. They were driving at high speed. In the process, they were thrown to the ground one after another, making a clanging sound.

The German anti-tank team, which failed to hit a missile, was destined not to have a second chance. The ensuing retaliatory direct artillery fire suppression, with continuous explosions of 25mm high-explosive projectiles, dismembered the group of German paratroopers who had no time to escape in an extremely small indoor space and broke them into pieces on the spot.

It was so miserable that there was no time to even scream. What was left in this broken street shop was only the smoke of gunfire and the blood mist that filled the air.

The combat environment of urban paved roads and close target shooting has brought an advantage to the Alsim Company in high-speed racing - there is almost no need to consider accuracy.

The smooth paved road reduces the shaking caused by the vehicle when traveling at high speed compared to the off-road environment, and the close-to-face distance of shooting further improves the accuracy.

As long as I'm close enough, I can hit. If I can't hit, it's because I'm not close enough. This is the same as the era when muskets were lined up to kill. It's just that the current distance between Alsim's company and the street from street to street is closer than that of the days when muskets were lined up to kill.

The three IS7 heavy tanks charging at the front of the team played a huge role at this moment.

That behemoth-like body has extremely strong defense power commensurate with its size. Under the tall and mighty appearance, there is powerful firepower that can destroy everything. It is guaranteed by the support of a semi-automatic loader and dual loaders. High efficiency continuous output.

These giant steel behemoths charged forward with full firepower. From the main guns to multiple coaxial machine guns of different calibers, they were all firing without stopping.

The German paratroopers, who had just suffered an artillery bombing and a quick surprise attack, were undoubtedly caught off guard. The enemy that is rushing over now has powerful protection and firepower that our own side is completely unable to deal with. Any attempt to intercept it from the front is too feeble.

In desperation, the German paratroopers had no other choice. Although they did not know what the Russians were doing with such a fierce attack, they did not know where their final destination was, and they could not yet determine the enemy's tactical intentions.

But only one thing is certain.

These Russian guys are fighting so fiercely, as unstoppable as a crazed bull rushing into a glass shop full of red accessories. They must not be here to wish you a happy birthday.

So what to do is obvious: we must do everything possible to stop these Russians. "Whatever the enemy wants to do, you must stop him from doing." It should always be right.

The German paratroopers, who knew that their own firepower was insufficient to complete this mission, had no other choice but to put it into practice using a method that could not even be called a method - obstacle blocking.

When the group of German paratroopers in Alsim Company were about to rush all the way to their destination, they drove out four of their troop transport trucks and blocked them in the middle of the road, directly treating them as temporary Roadblock.

The No. 231 IS7 heavy tank at the front took the lead and hit full throttle. As the platoon leader, the order to command the vehicle was issued almost immediately without thinking.

"Speed ​​up! Step on the gas and rush forward! Just knock over that pile of scrap metal! Open up a path for the convoy behind!"

To be honest, putting four trucks across the middle of the road as a roadblock is indeed useful for ordinary tanks.

But the problem is that the IS7 is not an ordinary tank. It is a doomsday steel monster in 1945.

With a powerful and reliable Red Navy torpedo boat engine heart, the IS7, which has a horsepower far exceeding any tank of the same era, stepped on the accelerator and ran at full speed on the paved road. With its huge steel body with a combat weight of up to 70 tons, it directly hit the IS7 head-on.

Bang--

Crack--

The teeth-grinding and piercing sound of metal twisting and tearing suddenly sounded. Compared with ordinary vehicles, the Lightning Opel troop transport truck, which is already large enough, is no different from a baby carriage in front of the huge IS7.

These four troop transport trucks, which were temporarily piled together as a roadblock, ultimately did not play any role at all.

If they really had any role, then I'm afraid that the only practical effect they had was to scratch the paint on the IS7's arrowhead-shaped front armor plate, causing a burst of sparks to fly everywhere.