Chapter 741 My Hat Flew Off

The machine gun shield will seriously hinder the shooter's field of vision. The narrow field of vision with a vertical slit will have a great impact on the search for the enemy, but compared with the safety protection brought by this 10 mm thick steel plate, Malashenko thinks it is still quite cost-effective and worthwhile.

The German soldiers on the battlefield were in a hurry and had not yet discovered that a person had emerged from the top of the rumbling tank in front of them, but Malashenko had already clearly caught his first target: two German machine gun teams that had just moved to a new position.

The extra weight brought by the installation of a 10 mm machine gun shield made this DShK heavy machine gun much heavier. Even if it was placed flat on the machine gun stand below and shaken with both hands, it was more cumbersome than before.

It took two seconds to aim the black muzzle at the two German soldiers who were unfolding their tripods and taking out their ammunition belts. Malashenko did not think about the terrible effect of 7mm bullets hitting the human body when he pressed the trigger. The dull roar of firing and the huge muzzle fire that exploded into a ball were the only scenes that Malashenko could feel.

Boom boom boom——

The DShK heavy machine gun with a firing rate of only 600 rounds per minute fired with thunderous momentum. The 7mm ammunition belt with a slow firing rate but terrifying power directly splashed the crimson tracer barrage on the faces of the two German soldiers who had not yet reacted.

The crimson tracer that had begun to burn violently was still shining brightly until it hit the human body.

Of course, the scene of the blood-spurting arm that was interrupted by a shot and a little dazzling red light burning on it was not very beautiful.

The screams of the two German soldiers were quickly drowned out by the dull roar of the gunfire. They were almost beaten to pieces at the same time. The dismemberment effect of the 7mm bullets shot down from the plane hitting the human body was not groundless. It was obvious what the whole body would look like after being shot seven or eight times.

The two German soldiers were restored to their parts with a continuous 50-round burst. Although Malashenko, who held the trigger tightly, enjoyed it for a while, the problem of changing bullets followed. One belt only had 50 rounds of bullets, which was one of the few shortcomings of Deshka.

"Kiril, change bullets!"

"Got it! Comrade commander, please wait a moment!"

It was not a coincidence. Two seconds before Malashenko finished firing the bullets, Iushkin, who was operating the main gun to fire freely, had just fired a shot, which lifted several German soldiers who were pushing a small 37mm anti-tank gun to the gun position.

Kirill, who was holding the ammunition in his arms, immediately pushed the shells into the barrel after the breech block spat out the shells.

When Malashenko called for machine gun bullets, Kirill had not finished yet. He quickly pushed the shells into the barrel with his right hand. After closing the breech block, Kirill immediately bent down and took out a box of machine gun bullets from the boxes at his feet and raised his hands above his head. The rest of the loading work could only be done by Malashenko himself.

Malashenko took over the bullet box and just lifted it from Kirill's hand out of the turret with his right hand. He never thought that the 50-round belt gunshot had attracted the attention of the German soldiers on the position. Several 92mm Mauser rifle bullets were immediately fired at Malashenko's position.

Ding, ding, bang--

Malachenko, who had not expected that he would be targeted so soon, was startled by the sudden sparks. The sound of bullets hitting the machine gun shield armor plate was about 20 centimeters away from Malachenko's ears.

Malachenko, whose life was saved by the machine gun shield, was furious. His ears were buzzing with the crisp sound of metal collisions, which made him feel annoyed.

He threw the empty ammunition box away on the spot. In order to be proficient in using the DShK, he spent almost a day practicing repeatedly. He hung the fully filled ammunition box back on with a skilled reloading action, pulled out the bullet chain and loaded the bullet into the chamber. Malachenko, who was ready for everything, immediately put his hand on the trigger again, ready to pour out death again.

Whoosh--

Crack--

"Very!"

Malachenko, who had just put his finger on the trigger, had no time to respond with any substantial action, a bullet flew from nowhere and shot directly through the vertical observation slit of the machine gun shield in front of him and into his forehead.

Malachenko can guarantee that if it weren't for his good luck just now and the blessing of his father Comrade Stalin, it might not be his tank cap that was shot off but his head.

"Fuck you! My cap flew off, I dare not shoot! Damn, there must be a German sniper watching me, fucking sniping in the middle of the door!"

Touching his cold forehead, Malachenko felt a lingering fear and no longer dared to continue to hold the machine gun and shoot for fun. He immediately closed the turret cover and retracted into the turret.

Facts have proved that even with the addition of a machine gun shield that is sufficient to cover the entire upper body, it is not absolutely safe. Among the group of Germans on the opposite side, there really is someone who is so talented that he can shoot bullets through that observation slit!

From the Zeiss ZF42 4x scope in front of him, he could clearly see that the Soviet tank commander immediately retreated into the turret like a frightened mouse after his hat was shot off by him. His action was so quick and agile that even Wilt, who had knocked down 67 Soviet officers and soldiers on Russian soil since last year, could not help but admire him.

"Faster than those French, what a surprise"

Malachenko guessed correctly that the shot that just shot off his tank hat was not fired by an ordinary German infantryman. This 92X57mm Mauser rifle bullet came from a Mauser 98K sniper rifle equipped with a Zeiss 4x scope. The person who used this gun was Sergeant Wilt, a German sniper who described Malachenko as faster and more agile than the French.

The heavy rain that just ended and the scorching sun after the rain made the humidity in the air a little difficult to grasp. Wilt, who spent three seconds to consider and calculate the impact of the horizontal battlefield wind speed, finally failed.

The Mauser rifle bullet that shot in through the observation slit of the machine gun shield only knocked off the tank cap and gave up. Malashenko, who was stared at by Wilt for more than a minute to find the most suitable time to shoot, luckily saved his life. The unique appearance characteristics that are obviously different from all other Soviet tanks are the most important reason why Wilt chose to attack Malashenko first.

"It's a pity. It looks like a Russian official. Wilt, you are only one centimeter away from blowing up that Russian's head."

Wilt, who stretched out his hand to pull the bolt and eject the bullet shell, seemed calm and expressionless. Compared with the observer next to him, he looked like a dead face.

"There are still many opportunities. We have to live until the next opportunity comes. That Russian will definitely operate the machine gun a second time, I promise."