Chapter 2849: Attacked From Both Sides

Boom——

The 128mm full-caliber high-explosive grenade was really powerful. It hit the wall of the unreinforced apartment building where Sulovichenko was located, and directly blew a large shattering hole in the not-so-strong wall.

Fortunately, because the density of troops was not particularly high, or even low.

There were only two squads in the whole building, and the combat engineers distributed on different floors were lucky to escape.

The high-explosive grenade was more like a display of strength without locking the target, or deterrence. Although no combat engineer was killed or injured, it blew a small apartment on the fourth floor to pieces.

The furniture, bed boards, iron frames and other things inside were blown to pieces and scattered, and all kinds of miscellaneous parts wrapped in broken bricks and slag poured down from the blown-open gap like a flood. The huge amount of smoke and dust was unclear whether it was caused by flying ash or explosion. It swept the entire corridor on the fourth floor in just a moment, like a dragon passing through.

"Damn Suka! The German 128mm cannon is quite powerful!"

The Jagdpanther is indeed not a new equipment, but it is undoubtedly a very rare thing.

Because its production is rare and far less than that of the King Tiger, even the leader division that has repeatedly fought with the German elite fire brigade can count the number of times it has been able to fight against the German troops equipped with Jagdpanther.

So it is not surprising that Sulovchenko is shocked by the terrifying power of the Jagdpanther. After all, it is rare. As the saying goes, the less you see, the more you are surprised.

The important thing is how to deal with this thing, which is the most important thing at the moment.

The Germans' muscular demonstration has a very clear meaning: I can hit the fourth floor, the highest floor in your position, with one shot, so don't expect to be hit by the German 128 giant guns on the other floors below the fourth floor.

On the other hand, Sulovchenko really has no good solution.

The only anti-armor weapon that combat engineers can rely on is the RPG-1 super-caliber 100mm rocket-propelled grenade. It can also be called "bazooka" for convenience, after all, everyone is used to it and there is no need to be so serious.

As an armor-piercing weapon rather than an armor-piercing weapon, the biggest advantage of RPG is that the depth of armor penetration is not limited by the attenuation of attack distance. For example, the depth of chemical energy armor penetration caused by firing at enemy targets at a distance of 200 meters and 2 meters is the same.

But the problem is that the maximum effective range of RPG-1 is calibrated to 200 meters, and only experienced shooters who are familiar with the trajectory can ensure a high hit expectation for tank-sized targets at a distance of 200 meters.

But now, the Jagdtiger, King Tiger, and Type 4 on the other side of the bridge.

Let alone 200 meters, the distance estimated by Sulovitchenko visually must be at least 500 meters away.

500 meters is nothing to the German tank guns, which are always famous for their accuracy. It is a distance that can hit targets of the size of a building as long as you are not blind, stupid, or stupid. But the same distance is an insurmountable chasm for the only anti-armor weapon that combat engineers can rely on - RPG-1.

The situation is already very clear. Combat engineers alone will definitely not be able to deal with the Nazi iron bastards on the other side of the river. If the status quo is maintained, there will be no other possibility except to continue to stay in the building and passively take the beating. We must quickly adapt to the situation and think of new ways.

"Hello! Can you hear me? Let Alsim answer the phone. I'm looking for the company commander!"

A wired telephone was installed between the two apartment buildings at the garrison to facilitate communication. This was the equipment that the Germans had originally left in the building, and now it happened to be convenient for Alsim and his team.

"What? Tell me what's going on!"

Alsim on the other end of the phone had obviously just returned to the building not long ago. Not only was his tone impatient, but he was also a little out of breath. It was obvious that he had just run back from the streets where artillery fire was flying.

"The Nazi bastards across the river are too far away! Our PRG can't reach them! There's nothing else to use! We have to drive the IS7 to the riverside and fire a few shots at those Nazis! Shoot them down first!"

If armor-piercing weapons are useless, we can only rely on armor-piercing weapons. Fortunately, Alsim's team does have them and carries them with them. The three IS7s parked downstairs are ready to face the German paratroopers who have returned head-on.

The 130mm Red Navy naval guns were pulled over to fire a few times. Not to mention that all the Nazi tanks were canned, at least they could attract their attention and suppress them, so that they would not be so arrogant and continue to hold down the apartment building.

"Those Nazi paratroopers are coming from the front again, and now we need heavy artillery firepower on the front."

It's not a direct rejection, but more like explaining and reminding the situation. Sulovichenko's tone on the other end of the phone was even more impatient than Alsim.

"I can't care so much! The SS bastards are gathering on the other side of the river. I can see it clearly here! Their infantry is ready to cross the river. You must at least transfer two IS7s to guard each pontoon bridge! Let the infantry fighting vehicles handle the front! Otherwise, we will be stabbed in the ass by the SS bastards first!"

The worst situation did happen as Alsim had expected.

After calling on their SS allies on the south bank of the bridge for a coordinated attack support, the Wehrmacht paratroopers, who had just been defeated less than twenty minutes ago, came back again and were better prepared than last time.

I don’t know where these bastards got a few small mortars from. Judging from the whistling sound of the shells and the explosion after landing, it’s probably a small 80mm steel cannon at best, which is probably the heaviest supporting firepower in the hands of these paratroopers.

In the past, the leader division would not take such a broken thing as the 80mm small steel cannon seriously. The shrapnel from the explosion of this thing can’t even penetrate the side armor of the BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle, let alone the tank.

But it’s different now.

The thin-skinned and large-filled BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle needs to hold the street entrance leading to the pontoon bridge motionlessly and not give up an inch. This means that the BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle basically has no space for tactical maneuvers and can only serve as a temporary fixed firepower point and infantry bunker.

At this time, even if an 80mm mortar hits the roof of the vehicle, the expected result is that the fragile turret dome armor will be blown through, or the top armor of the vehicle body will be blown up. Although it is impossible to penetrate the top armor of the vehicle body which is thicker than the turret dome armor, it is still possible to destroy the optical sighting equipment, damage the gun barrel, and kill the members by overpressure, so that the BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle loses its combat effectiveness and withdraws from the battle.

After all, it is a mortar shell with a thin shell wall and a high charge coefficient. The charge in the warhead is much larger than that of a barreled artillery shell of the same caliber. The advantage of not having to withstand the impact of high chamber pressure is here, which is one of the inherent advantages of the mortar.

Under the same charge conversion, if you let the BMP43 be hit by a 100mm tank gun high-explosive grenade, wouldn’t it be destroyed on the spot?

Because the BMP43s cannot be moved due to combat restrictions and combat needs, the probability of being hit by mortar shells has increased exponentially. Even so, two more of the three IS7s, which are the backbone of the firepower, have to be transferred away.

Alsim, holding the receiver, really wanted to curse, but cursing wouldn't solve the problem, so he could only grit his teeth and stamp his feet to answer.

"Got it, send two more infantry fighting vehicles, and four more vehicles will be here soon! I'll contact them right away, hold on!"