Chapter 3045 Death Is Coming

There are many physical laws on earth, and "mass conservation" is just one of them.

It is also because of the law of mass conservation that the so-called tanks of the devils are seen through at a glance. Let's just treat them as tanks. In fact, they are more like pure tin cans with tracks.

Kurbalov thinks that this thing has nothing to do with the size, shape, and size of the armored gun.

If there is something that is close to this thing, or at least similar to it, Kurbalov estimates that the German cars that were smashed by IS7 on the streets of Berlin should be the most suitable.

The size is here. As long as you Japanese devils don't master alien black technology, you can take this little thing and pretend to be the size of a human, and make a tank that can block the main gun of IS7. That's a fucking weird thing.

So much so that Kulbalov, based on his intuition and experience, felt that this thing could not be dealt with by armor-piercing shells. A 130mm full-caliber armor-piercing shell with a cap on it might not be able to penetrate it without exploding.

Since my 130mm grenade can even blow up the King Tiger, there is no reason why I can't deal with you little Japanese devils.

Even if it is not blown up by one shot, at the very least, it can be directly harmlessly treated with one shot, removing its combat capability.

Kulbalov was indeed right. The 130 high-explosive grenade from the Red Navy had an irresistible destructive power on the Japanese Azuki tanks.

The Type 94 light tank that was locked by the gunner of Kulbalov's car was the first to suffer.

The 130mm grenade that came head-on at high speed hit the junction of its turret and the body of the vehicle, hitting the bull's eye and hitting it hard.

Although the armor of the Azuki tank is thin, so thin that it can even be penetrated by 130mm armor-piercing shells, it is still no problem to detonate grenades that explode when they touch hard targets.

Boom——

A huge explosion instantly rose from the ground, and the blazing flames scattered a large amount of fragmented debris, scattering all over the surrounding surface and mid-air.

This Azuki tank weighing only a little over 3 tons is completely gone.

When the impact of the instantly expanding and spreading flames gradually dissipated and the dust settled, there was only a huge crater left on the ground, and some things such as half a road wheel, a small amount of debris, and a few pieces of smoking and charred Japanese meat. There was no trace of the existence of a tank here.

Of course, this horrifying scene of destruction is certainly not just for a single Japanese tank.

After all, the 130 grenades fired by Kulbarov were not a single shot, but a whole row of IS7s firing together.

Considering the IS7 on Kurbalov's side, it is not actually a static aiming that effectively guarantees accuracy, but a semi-suppressive shooting done after the dynamic transition to static in order to pursue the speed of covering the enemy.

It is best to hit the target, but even if you can't hit it, you have to create trouble and pressure for the Japanese army.

The Japanese army, which was shocked by the huge destructive power of the 130mm grenade, was unable to take care of both ends and was forced to transfer troops to the rear and disperse the Japanese army's troop deployment, thereby reducing the pressure on the Alsim Company that was restraining the Japanese army on the front battlefield.

So in addition to the direct hit of the Kurbalov command vehicle, several 130mm grenades did not actually directly hit the Japanese tanks.

After all, your little bean tank is smaller than a slightly larger car. It is not easy for the IS7 without a main gun stabilizer to achieve a first-shot hit even at a distance of 500 meters.

However, these 130mm grenades that failed to hit directly but exploded on the side of the tracks of the Japanese tanks directly produced an unexpected shocking effect.

"Oh my God! Comrade commander, did you see that? That little can was blown up directly??"

The gunner felt unbelievable holding his high-magnification binocular main gun sight, but the scene of the Japanese Azuki tank being overturned on the ground, which was clearly visible in his field of vision, was so real and shocking, and unquestionable.

"It seems that this thing should weigh less than 5 tons, and it can't even withstand the impact of the 130mm grenade's near-miss explosion. I still overestimated the Japanese devils."

It was overturned on the spot by the high-explosive shock wave generated by the 130mm grenade's near-miss explosion.

The turret was torn off, the armor was peeled off, the track plate was torn into pieces, and even the road wheels on the walking device were all peeled off to only the bare rods.

The Japanese red bean tanks, lying on their backs with their legs spread out and their bellies up, not only lost their combat capability, but also the two Japanese tank soldiers inside had their brains shaken and died on the spot.

At the same time, Kulbarov's plan also had a visible effect.

The Japanese army was horrified and panicked by the explosion from behind, and saw their small tanks being blown to pieces by the Russians.

Regardless of the huge losses caused by the explosion on the front battlefield, they quickly divided the already few remaining troops again and transferred nearly half of the troops to the rear defense.

And this time, the Japanese army, who had expected the main force of the Red Army to attack from behind, also brought weapons that did not even have frontal defense - the Type 94 37mm anti-tank gun.

That's right, this thing is a copycat of the PAK37 anti-tank gun that could not even hit the T34 in the early years of the Germans and was killed by the T34.

The mass production of imitations here also involves performance art with Showa characteristics.

Originally, the Germans had newer and stronger anti-tank guns, such as PAK38 and PAK40. If the Japanese wanted them later, they could still copy them and put them into service in huge quantities.

However, due to the low mechanization capability and insufficient artillery tractors, the Japanese army encountered a classic problem again - a good gun must be able to be pushed and pulled by people, especially anti-tank guns, which are front-line direct-fire support artillery.

The Japanese army did not have so many precious cars that they could pull this thing around and shoot it at will on the front line.

The transfer on the front line must be completed by relying on human and animal power, and being able to push and pull is a necessary condition that cannot be negotiated.

Therefore, the Japanese, who did not copy good guns but only copied the lousy ones, fell in love with the PAK37 at first sight.

What is insufficient firepower, what is no potential for improvement, and what can be foreseen that it cannot adapt to the needs of the next stage of war in the future.

These factors that should have been considered when introducing imitation and mass production of weapons were all thrown out of the mind by the Japanese who were obsessed with "people pushing horses and pulling horses".

As long as it can be "people pushing horses and pulling horses", it is a good gun, and the larger and heavier PAK38 and PAK40 are all sidelined.

The result is that the Japanese army has anti-tank guns, but only limited to having them.

The Shermans who met the American beasts in the Pacific battlefield were killed and their loincloths were blown up. Now using this thing to deal with IS7 can't find a better description except "performance art".

Ding bang --

Crack --

Swish --

The high-speed tracer armor-piercing bullets hit the heavy armor of IS7 non-stop. The situation that the T34 encountered in 1941 is now reproduced, and the classic is broadcast again.

At this point, Kurbalov was too lazy to even stop the car. He directly ordered the entire crew to continue to move forward at full speed and stepped on the accelerator into the fuel tank.

Don't worry about the Japanese's small anti-tank gun. The only difference is that it makes more noise than machine gun bullets hitting armor plates. Scratching the paint of IS7 is the limit of physical damage it can cause. No more than half a point.

The time you stop the car and use the 130 main gun to hit this thing, the delay effect it brings to the Japanese army is even greater than the scratching of the outer armor of IS7 by this thing itself.

So there is no priority to eliminate anti-tank firepower points. The threat of this broken thing is not even anti-tank firepower. IS7 is parked here and it can't hurt it at all. Just step on the accelerator and run over the Japanese face.

On the other side, the Japanese army, which is desperate and can't be stopped, is really desperate.

There are wolves in front and tigers behind. Looking ahead and behind, there are huge Russian steel monsters coming to strangle.

Any weapons in the hands of the Japanese army, all the tools are used, let alone destroying the Red Army tanks, not even a slight delay can be achieved.

At this time, even the most brainless and militaristic madman can see it.

Whether to fight to the end is the Japanese army's own choice, and the power is in the hands of the devils.

But whether they can win or survive has nothing to do with the Japanese army themselves, it all depends on the mood of the Russians and how they act.

Sitting in the cab of the car, leaning on his ancestral sword as a walking stick, thinking silently.

Morishima Kurone, who was already half-paralyzed and unable to move, never thought that he would be defeated so quickly, so fast that even he felt shocked and unbelievable.

I thought that at least I could fight the Russians. Even with the current state of the 101st Regiment, I could at least fight a few rounds against the Russians who were impatient to chase and kill them as soon as they crossed the river and were not well prepared, and cause them considerable losses.

If this is the case, Morishima Kurone believes that even if the 101st Regiment is completely destroyed here today, it is worth dying for.

But the Russians did not give the Japanese any chance to cause casualties. They relied on the huge number of steel chariots to form a mobile steel wall-like shelter, bullying the Japanese anti-armor firepower, which was almost non-existent, and used tanks to cover the infantry step by step and push forward little by little.

In the past, they fought against people, but today they are fighting against iron.

Morishima Kurone, who had never seen what a steel torrent was, was enlightened today, and he knew that this was the last chance to open his eyes in his life.

In the days to come, he would go to the underworld to slowly reminisce and talk with the evil ghost Rakshasa.

"How many troops do we have? Tell the truth."

"Reporting to the brigade commander, there are probably less than 500 people, including all the wounded."

"500 people, only 500 people left?"

Swoosh --

Boom --

A 100mm grenade broke through the air and exploded not far away. Various dusty debris had splashed into the car and hit Morishima Kurone's face, stinging painfully.

On the other hand, Morishima Kuroneji seemed to be oblivious to this, leaning on his saber as a crutch, and speaking in a deep voice to the 101st Regiment Commander and his adjutant outside the car.

"There is no other way, burn the regiment flag! The 101st Regiment is destined to die here today. Let us hold on to the ambition of serving the country for seven lifetimes and fight for His Majesty the Emperor to the end!"

""

Plop——

Before Morishima Kuroneji finished his words, the 101st Regiment Commander, who seemed to have guessed something long ago, knelt down on the spot in front of his immediate superior.

"Your Excellency, Commander, this is not possible! The regiment flag is our military soul, our honor, and something more important than our lives. If we burn it, what else do we have? Please allow me to send someone to escort it out! As long as the regiment flag is still there, there is still hope!"

"Baga!!!"

Morishima Kurone, who had a decent attitude and was able to remain calm, cursed loudly upon hearing this, and was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and he had an outburst on the spot.

"Look around, open your eyes! The Russian shells have already hit you and me! Maybe in the next second, you and I will die."

"Escort the regiment flag to break through? How to break through? With your mouth? Or use your command knife to command those wounded soldiers to raise their bayonets and chop and stab the Russian tanks!?"

"The 105th Independent Mixed Brigade is itself a mechanized test unit. What was the result of the internal confrontation exercises between cavalry and infantry against tank units in the past? Have you forgotten everything!? Do you really think you can send a team of soldiers who can't even stand steadily to protect the regiment flag and walk away from the Russian steel monsters!?"

"Think about it! Use your brain! Before your brain is bombarded by Russian bullets and can't be used!"

The bitter Morishima Kuroneji cursed so sincerely, but saw the 101st regiment commander kneeling on the ground pulled out his command knife, with the blade facing inwards and facing his belly and began to think.

"Fujita-kun! Stop, stop! What are you doing!?"

The adjutant standing nearby was so scared that he thought that Captain Fujita was going to commit seppuku on the spot, and hurriedly tried to stop him.

But the tearful Kansai Colonel just glanced at the knife, then put it back into the scabbard, wiped his tears and bowed 90 degrees to Morishima Kuroneji on the spot.

"Hey! I will follow the order of the brigade commander and burn the regiment flag myself!"

To be precise, the regiment flag personally awarded by the Emperor is something that any combat-capable Japanese army regards as more than 100,000 times more important than their lives.

How do you know?

The fact that the US military, which is arrogant and has an almost obsessive desire to collect trophies, did not capture even a single Japanese regiment flag on the battlefield throughout the entire Pacific War can be seen.

The regiment commander can die with honor, but the regiment flag must not be lost.

If the regiment flag is lost, it is not just a matter of whether the regiment commander will die or not, but also a matter of what to do with the wife and children of the regiment commander. The commander's direct superiors will also suffer, even if they are division commanders or army commanders.

That is why, seeing that there was no way to save the situation, the first thing that Major General Morishima Kuroneji thought of to deal with was not the confidential document code book, but the regiment flag that could not be lost.

The 101st regiment commander took the order and went to the flag guard team to organize people, get gasoline, and perform the final farewell ceremony for the military flag.

The crying giant mother was so sad that she probably didn't have such a posture even if her mother and father died.

But she didn't expect that her last move, which delayed a few minutes, was seen by Alsim, who was holding a telescope not far away and had killed less than 300 meters away.

"What are these Japanese devils doing? Comrade Company Commander, there are people carrying gasoline barrels."

"I don't know, but what they are preparing to burn must be something incredible. Follow me! Let's go grab it! Quick!"