Chapter 72: Head-On Confrontation (Part 2)

The huge explosion and the whistling sound of the flying bullet fragments once again raised Heizenauer's anger to a new peak.

Facing the Soviet anti-tank gun that dared to provoke him, Heizenauer, who was so angry that he almost didn't think about it, immediately pressed the throat sounder and gave orders again.

"The enemy's anti-tank gun is at 11 o'clock. Walker, Williams, your two cars are closest to it. Fire and smash it!"

The hastily issued order immediately drove the two Type 3 tanks at the front of the team to start rotating the turrets towards the target position. Although the two Type 3 tank crews called Walker and Williams by Heizenauer were already trying their best to manually crank the turrets, the poor rotation speed of the purely manual turret steering machine made the Type 3 tank react slowly like a patient with cervical spondylosis.

Holding his breath, he fixed the 200-meter node of the main gun sight in his hand firmly on the upper armor of the leading Type 3 tank. In a trance, it seemed as if his entire soul had merged with the main gun. After a slight cry, Malashenko immediately stepped on the firing pedal at the bottom of his feet.

The firing pin at the bottom of the breech block instantly hit the bottom of the shell cartridge with the movement of Malashenko's feet, and the armor-piercing shell ready to be fired in the barrel was immediately ejected.

The BR-350B type wind cap armor-piercing grenade with a warhead fuze sensitivity of 15 mm homogeneous steel armor was not enough to trigger the warhead charge after penetrating the glass and multi-layer wooden boards along the trajectory.

The hooded armor-piercing grenade that penetrated several wooden houses and glass finally hit the bull's eye on the upper armor of the Type 3 tank and penetrated it directly. The Type 3 tank, whose 50mm main gun ammunition rack was instantly detonated, was immediately blown off the turret by the flames and the shock wave of the explosion. The German army, which had not yet settled down, was once again hit by black guns from different directions.

"Damn it! This damn Ivan, it's that T34 tank! Lucas, take a platoon to get rid of him, and I'll be responsible for dealing with the infantry and anti-tank guns here, hurry up!"

"Yes, Lieutenant, do it now!"

After receiving the order from Heisenauer himself, the four Type 3 tanks that were originally marching in the center of the team immediately broke away from the formation and rushed straight to the position of Malashenko on the right side of the road. The majestic momentum of the fierce and fierce rushing straight ahead looked quite a bit like the style of the Tiger heavy tank a year later.

Holding the wide-angle periscope in front of him, he clearly saw the four Type 3 tanks rushing towards him. Malashenko, who had expected this to happen, immediately raised his lips.

"What a pity, you are just little wild cats now, and you can't become big tigers."

"Seryosha, reverse at a constant speed in the first gear! Kirill continues to load armor-piercing shells, move, quickly!"

Just as Malashenko's No. 177 command-type T34 tank began to reverse at a constant speed behind the hiding cabin to avoid the German tanks, the four Type 3 tanks that did not see the real face of Malashenko's car, but rushed all the way based on the direction of the ballistic attack and the location of the gunfire, were already close at hand.

The tracks rolled forward and crushed the fences of the Soviet village and knocked open the poor wooden houses under the drive of the road wheels. The German tanks that crushed everything that the Soviet villagers relied on for survival began to slowly search for the target. However, the complicated layout of the village and the obstruction of vision made it difficult for these SS armored soldiers with rich combat experience to find the target. "Damn it! There are Soviet wooden houses and barns everywhere. I can't see the location of the T34 at all, Lucas!"

"Engine sound, try to find the location of Ivan by listening to the engine noise!"

"Are you stupid, Lucas? The sound of machine guns and rifles exchanging fire is so loud that the earwax in my ears is almost shaken out. You want me to locate the position by listening to the sound? I can't even hear the sound of our own engine now!"

While the German crew members were arguing about the next battle plan, Malashenko, who had almost circled the wooden houses on one side of the village, had fully utilized the mobility advantage of the T3476 tank, which was driven by a 500-horsepower diesel engine and had a combat weight of only 28 tons, and had now circled around the wooden houses on one side of the village. With the advantage of his familiarity with the village terrain, he had circled to the side of the German tanks that were still unaware of his dangerous situation at an unexpected speed.

Looking at the four German Type 3 tanks in the gun mirror field of view, which were completely unaware of the impending disaster and were still shaking their turrets to try to find something from the position where they were just now, Malashenko, realizing that his tactics were going quite smoothly, couldn't help but smile again.

"It's time to harvest, it's time to go home to mom, Hans."

Click--

Boom--

The sound of stepping on the main gun firing pedal sounded almost at the same time as the roar of the muzzle. The BR-350B type wind cap armor-piercing grenade that rushed out of the barrel in just a short breath of time instantly tore a big hole in the weak side armor of the first Type 3 tank.

Once again, relying on the warhead charge to detonate dozens of 50mm shells stored in the chassis of the Type 3 tank, the strong explosion at a very close distance almost instantly shocked the ears of the other Type 3 tank crews who were only a few meters away, and their vision was blurred.

And at this critical moment when every second counts, Kirill, who has become more and more proficient at his job in the continuous battle, has finished loading as fast as he can at the moment.

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"Two Hans, run fast!"

boom--

There was a burst of muzzle flash and then it fired again. In the hands of a skilled crew, the T34 tank can complete firing and reloading in just 6 to 8 seconds, which is enough to show its full reloading speed advantage at any critical moment when every second counts.

Before these German Panzer III tank crews, who were holding their foreheads with their hands and ringing in their ears, even had time to react, Malashenko's follow-up attacks followed closely.

As the second German Panzer III tank went to hell just nine seconds after the ammunition of the first Panzer III tank exploded, the remaining two German Panzer III tank crews finally judged by the loud noises of two consecutive rounds. The Soviet T34 tank came out and had already circled to our side.

The SS armored soldiers, who never lacked the courage to fight, immediately began to drive the one-way rotating tracks of the vehicle body, trying to turn the strongest frontal armor of the vehicle body to the direction of the enemy and then start fighting with it.