Chapter 406 Erica's Flower on the Snowy Mountain

Instantly, the gasoline engine with the maximum horsepower output drove the vehicle weighing more than 20 tons to surge again. With the sudden step on the accelerator, the vehicle body was shaking and charging forward again. The nerves in his mind that had been highly tense suddenly flashed like a broken string, and Lieutenant Colonel Walter immediately felt a chill on his back.

Ding bang --

Swish --

The BR-365 hooded armor-piercing shell with a muzzle velocity exceeding the speed of sound echoed in his ears one step ahead of the whistling sound of breaking through the air. Shaking his dizzy head and feeling the strong tinnitus that was still buzzing, he instantly understood that he had just escaped from death. Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who had escaped a disaster by chance, did not dare to be negligent at all. He immediately put his eyes close to the periscope of the command tower in front of him, which had been hit and leaked, with a slightly blurred vision.

"Damn it! The German tank suddenly started moving at this time. It's really lucky!"

In the cruel and unusual armored stranglehold, a large part of his nerve consciousness has been worn out and his reaction is a bit slow.

Iushkin, who was originally aiming at the right side of the front of the German command tank, was about to step on the firing pedal when he suddenly saw the opponent's sudden start in his gun mirror.

Iushkin realized that he had missed the best time to attack, but he could not stop his subconscious foot stepping down. He brushed past the edge of the armor of the German tank opposite, and a dazzling spark burst out. For Iushkin, who had been staring at the gun mirror in front of him, it seemed so ironic and missed a good opportunity.

"Don't worry, Iushkin! There's still a chance! One more armor-piercing shell to blow that damn fascist tank completely away!"

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who still heard the huge armor-piercing bullet ricocheting in his ears, knew very clearly how lucky he was just now. He was able to escape from the muzzle of the Soviet tank at such a close distance. This thing itself is enough to be called a miracle!

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who was panting heavily, had no time to celebrate his luck. He looked directly at the Soviet tank target that had just attacked him in the commander's periscope in front of him.

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who had always thought that the Soviet tank opponents fighting against him were just a group of simple KV1 heavy tanks, and who had no extra leisure time to carefully observe the appearance of the Soviet tanks, finally found that something was wrong with the situation.

The round and smooth turret with a turtle shell shape is no longer as angular as the mass-produced KV1 heavy tank turret. The main gun with a thick muzzle and a narrower barrel is particularly creepy in the sunshine after the snow. The first feeling of the strong turret that combines all of this is only two words: terrifying!

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who has fought all the way from the Polish border since the launch of Operation Barbarossa, swore that he had never seen such a hideous and abnormal Soviet heavy tank turret shape before, and he had never even heard of it.

There was a period of time in Europe in the Middle Ages when duels between knights were popular. The noble knights on both sides of the duel would wear their best armor, take the sharpest weapons in the equipment library, and step into the duel field to fight with the opponent who had signed a life-and-death agreement.

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who was not familiar with Russian history, was not sure whether the Soviet army, as his opponent, knew about this legendary past that was well-known and talked about in Western Europe.

But Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who had an indescribable sense of desolation in his heart, felt like a knight who was stepping into the duel with a heavy sword in his hand.

And the strange and strong Soviet heavy tank, which was his decisive opponent, was like a death-like opponent who was holding a heavy knight's lance and was armed to the teeth with Gothic armor made of fine steel.

The gap in equipment that was already very weak was further widened by the cruel reality he saw with his own eyes. Lieutenant Colonel Walter, whose eyes were full of the strong and majestic Soviet heavy tank that seemed invincible, had a deep sense of powerlessness that was almost on the verge of collapse for the first time.

The red flag of the Guards, dotted with mottled snow and scratches from unpenetrating shells, shone brightly. The bear head with its bloody mouth wide open tightly biting an Iron Cross medal was simply a devil like a nightmare.

The turret number of this unprecedented Soviet heavy tank was engraved in his mind at the last moment. The death god, who was covered with a black cloak and holding a huge crescent-shaped sickle, put his withered skeleton right hand on his shoulder. Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who could almost feel that his life was about to pass away in the next second, couldn't help but utter the last words of his life while muttering to himself.

"Why? Why are these Russian tanks so powerful? Why is this happening!"

Boom——

The firing pin of the breech block, which was connected to the firing pedal with a purely mechanical structure, suddenly moved forward, instantly hitting and igniting the shell propellant primer. Under the strong kinetic energy of the intensely burning propellant, it was forced out of the rifled barrel in a death spiral. The BR-365 hooded armor-piercing projectile with hot muzzle flames behind it immediately rushed towards the precisely aimed target.

After escaping the first shot by chance, Lieutenant Colonel Walter had exhausted all his luck, and it seemed impossible for him to dodge the second attack that followed by chance.

The BR-365 hooded armor-piercing projectile with strong kinetic energy pierced through the thickest front armor of Lieutenant Colonel Walter's Type 3 J1 medium tank in an almost unsuspenseful manner, just like a hot knife piercing a cream cake.

After penetrating the 50mm thick front armor of the vehicle, the warhead armor-piercing delay fuse was successfully triggered. The hooded armor-piercing projectile warhead exploded at the top of the ammunition rack of the vehicle chassis just below the turret, and instantly turned into a ball of scattered destructive flames.

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who had no time to react to all this, could almost feel his body being gradually swallowed by the explosion flames and shock waves in the time when the flow rate was slowed down.

The consciousness that tried its best to do something could no longer control the body to respond to any orders. The mind was empty like a blank sheet of paper, and he didn't even know what to think at this moment.

In front of his blurred eyes, scenes from his hometown suddenly reappeared like slides. Now that he could no longer experience all of this, Lieutenant Colonel Walter was left with endless memories and nostalgia.

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who never regretted every step he had taken, murmured to himself again at his deathbed. The name that was swallowed up and disappeared in the manic explosion seemed to be something he himself could not hear.

"Goodbye, Erica."