Chapter 472 Everyone Abandons the Car!

The German 88 gun, nicknamed the anti-everything gun, is simply the nightmare of all armored units!

Malashenko, who least wanted to encounter the German 88 gun, now encountered two at once, and no one could guarantee whether there would be more.

The 88 gun, which could be used in an open-air combat environment and could be used to fight, had a very high reloading speed. A skilled German 88 gun crew could even achieve a terrifying firing rate of one round every four seconds if they were well prepared.

Without considering the possibility of ricochets or side hits caused by the large impact angle, the 88 gun, which could penetrate 150 mm thick vertical average steel armor with one shot at a distance of 800 meters, could completely kill any active Soviet tank in one shot. Even Lavrinenko and Malashenko's vehicles only had a chance to resist and did not dare to test the gun with their lives.

Some of Malashenko, who was eager for quick success, really didn't want to give up the fat meat in front of him. Even if he could eat up a part of the Great German Infantry Regiment and severely damage it, it would be a rare and great honor for Malashenko at the moment!

At this point in the battle, it was impossible to order a retreat. Malashenko, who was on the verge of success or failure, was determined to fight these German 88 guns to the death.

Following Malashenko's order, Iushkin desperately cranked the turret steering machine and took three seconds to aim at the target, but in such a short time, the German 88 gun that was reloaded again burst out with hot muzzle fire again, and another rapidly attacking 88mm armor-piercing shell hit Malashenko's car again accurately.

Ding bang——

The huge sound of armor impact shocked Malashenko's fragile eardrums and almost made him want to cover his ears unconsciously. Malashenko, who didn't care about the strong physical discomfort, just wanted to know whether his car was penetrated by the armor, but the exclamation from the driver Seryosha startled Malashenko who was eager to speak.

"Comrade commander! The right track is destroyed, we can't move!"

As a driver, Seryosha is more sensitive to every reaction of the tank's movement than Malashenko and other crew members.

The KV85 car, with a combat weight approaching the 50-ton mark, felt so strong when it was forced to stop in a strong shaking.

Just like the cavalry in ancient times could always know whether their mounts were injured, Seryosha, as a new era grassland cavalry, could also feel every change in the tank in his hands.

Malashenko, who had just recovered from the loud sound of the shells, realized that his car had stopped. He knew very well what would happen if a tank lost its mobility on the battlefield. He cursed the bastard in his heart, and regardless of the risk of fire from outside the car, he immediately pushed open the turret hatch above his head and leaned his entire upper body out of the car.

"Fuck you! I don't know who this 88 gun is targeting, it really broke my tracks!"

The guide wheel on the right side of the entire vehicle body and the three front road wheels were completely shattered and lost their function. The tracks that were cut in half by the 88mm armor-piercing shells hung beside the tank like two dead hairtails. Malashenko, who had never expected that he would have his legs broken one day, was a little undecided for a while.

The heavy tank that lost its mobility was completely a dead fish. The German 88 gun crew that hit Malashenko's car hard with one shot would continue to fire and collect heads unless they were fools.

In this situation, Malashenko, who could not survive more than two rounds of shooting, had to make the most difficult decision as quickly as possible.

Abandon the car immediately, or risk the lives of all the people in the car and fight the German 88 guns known for their speed of fire.

In a fleeting second, he quickly thought about all the possibilities, decisions and derivative consequences in his mind. Malashenko, who was awakened by a cannon, suddenly thought that he had forgotten the words of Political Commissar Petrov before leaving. The words "Don't chase the Germans too hard" were not the farsightedness of Political Commissar Petrov after hundreds of battles.

Compared with the arrogant and powerful Malashenko, Political Commissar Petrov, who had fought with the White Bandits and came all the way to today, obviously understood the true meaning of war more deeply.

Realizing that if he continued to act on his own, it was very likely that the lives of all the people in the car would be ruined, Malashenko, who made a decision in an instant, immediately leaned over and yelled into the car.

"Everyone, abandon the vehicle immediately!"

Swoosh——

Ding-bang——

Before Malashenko finished speaking, the German 88mm gun, whose firing rate was so abnormal that it was outrageous, opened fire again.

Another high-speed armor-piercing shell hit the front of the gun shield of Malashenko's vehicle directly, hitting the semi-arc position of the edge of the gun shield and flying straight up at an angle of 40 degrees with the remaining kinetic energy.

Malashenko, who was possessed by shit luck again, could almost feel the terrifying feeling of the 88mm armor-piercing shell whizzing past his back a few dozen centimeters away. Malashenko, whose hair on his back stood up instantly, had no time to think more. This terrifying firing rate that made people feel extremely scared was no longer something that could be supported by pure willpower.

After yelling at all the crew members, Malashenko immediately supported himself with both hands and jumped out of the vehicle, the first one to jump out of the turret.

The reason why he jumped out of the car first was not because Malashenko was afraid of death and wanted to escape quickly. It was just that the turret hatch with extremely limited escape routes had to allow Nikolai and Iushkin to escape to the sky and occupy the manhole. A bad way to describe "non-shit" is as a bastard who holds on to the turret hatch without jumping out of the vehicle.

Malashenko, who was the first to jump out of the turret, immediately subconsciously looked back at the position behind him. Nikolai, the loader who had already half climbed out of the turret, followed Malashenko. He jumped down from the turret, and Iushkin, who was a little slower because he was in the gunner's position, was the last to abandon the vehicle.

After joining the driver Seryosha, Malashenko and his friends, who had all abandoned the vehicle, had just ran a dozen steps away and ran for their lives.

This was the fourth armor-piercing round that hit Malashenko's vehicle mercilessly like a whip. The KV85 heavy tank, which had carried three consecutive rounds, finally ran out of energy.

The 88 mm armor-piercing projectile that was poured directly into the chassis of the car after tearing off the upper armor plate of the car body exploded instantly. The upper armor-piercing projectile propellant that was first ignited sprayed out blazing fire like violently shaking champagne. The empty KV85 tank completely turned into a steel crematorium with blazing flames.

The only difference is that there are currently no corpses in this crematorium.