Chapter 862 Overpressure Killing

Malashenko, who was holding the periscope and almost dropped his chin to his feet, never thought that these crazy Romanian ghosts would use the German SFH18 150mm heavy howitzer to fight tanks. It was the German "evergreen" with really poor performance and was beaten by the Soviet 122 and 152 howitzers.

The full-caliber high-explosive grenade with a muzzle velocity of 515 meters per second happened to hit the connection between the turret and the vehicle body and exploded on the spot.

The thick front of the vehicle body and the gun shield armor did withstand the fierce impact of 6 kilograms of Atoma explosives, but the overpressure and impact flames generated by the violent explosion broke through the weak joint between the turret and the vehicle body, and penetrated directly into the vehicle along the turret seat ring like a flood.

The overpressure, which spread much faster than the detonation speed, first took the lives of the crew members in the vehicle, and the explosion and flames that followed tore and destroyed the flesh and exploded the ammunition rack of the vehicle chassis.

The loud explosion and fire that Malashenko saw was the final product of this scene. The first IS1 heavy tank ever to be completely destroyed was blown away more than ten meters with its turret. The ammunition racks that were fully carried to cope with high-intensity combat became the culprit for the turret flying so far.

Malashenko never thought that the first IS1 heavy tank under his command that was completely destroyed would die in such a pitfall. A feeling of shame and anger from the bottom of his heart immediately rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

"Asshole! I'm going to fucking kill you!"

The 150mm heavy howitzer with a maximum shooting depression angle of minus three degrees was less than 500 meters away, protected by the circular artillery positions and geotechnical bunkers, with only the root tube and the upper half of the gun barrel exposed. Those Romanian ghosts who didn't have any good stuff to use seemed to have planned to use this thing as an ace anti-tank gun from the beginning.

"Iushkin! The target is at exactly twelve o'clock, the German's 150mm heavy howitzer, kill him!"

From Malashenko's order to Iushkin's actual response, and then to the hand-cranked steering machine and elevation machine to aim the muzzle at the target, the process is extremely cumbersome in theory, and it takes more time to actually do it. Even if Iushkin operates the hand-cranked turret, he cannot aim at the target in a short time.

"Hurry up! Iushkin, I can pedal faster than you!"

"I'm doing it, I'm doing it! Don't rush! The more you rush, the more chaos!"

It was freezing cold outside the tank separated by a layer of homogeneous steel armor, and the wind was howling, but Malashenko and Iushkin, who were shouting in the car, were shouting and their faces were red, and beads of sweat slid down the brim of the tank cap on their foreheads, flowing into their mouths full of bitterness. ₆₉ₛₕᵤₓ.cₒₘ

Malachenko guessed that it would take at least 20 seconds for the 150mm heavy howitzer to reload. It was true that a completely open combat environment could speed up the battle, but the individual quality of those Romanian soldiers was indeed far inferior to that of the Germans. The 20-second reloading time was Malachenko's comprehensive assessment of the Romanian artillery.

But what Malachenko did not expect was that the 150mm heavy howitzer, which was still emitting smoke from the muzzle, actually slowly shook the barrel again after just seven or eight seconds, which was obviously loaded.

Even if the less than five seconds from firing to Malachenko finding the target were added, the 13-second reloading time was still like a miracle for these poor Romanian artillerymen. Malachenko, who witnessed this terrible scene, couldn't help but ask with his pupils wide open in his heart: How the hell did these damn Romanian ghosts do it! ?

No matter how surprised and unbelievable Malashenko's eyes were, the slowly rotating huge gun barrel stopped before Iushkin aimed at the target, and the black 150mm thick barrel was already aimed directly at the target.

"Fuck your mother!"

Boom --

A roar from the soul and a national curse accompanied by a loud bang of fire and flames rose up and bloomed.

Malashenko did have a flash of despair in his heart. After he did not feel any pain in his body, he quickly realized that the target of the attack was not himself. He took the 150mm high-explosive grenade with his face. It was another IS1 heavy tank located just one car away on the right side of Malashenko.

This 150mm high-explosive grenade that hit the upper armor plate area of ​​the vehicle body also caused unimaginable and shocking damage.

The overpressure that was enough to crush the body and soul rushed into the vehicle through the gap of the shattered driver's observation window, killing the nearest driver on the spot and seriously injuring three members in the turret.

However, because the area directly hit was the solid and thick upper armor plate of the vehicle body, the explosion flames that were almost completely blocked failed to rush into the vehicle to cause greater damage. It only blew away the gun barrel of the IS1 heavy tank on the spot, and broke the right half of the track that was in operation.

The IS1 heavy tank whose driver was killed fell down and stopped on the spot like a wild boar that was hit by a 50mm round while running wildly.

For unknown reasons, a puff of black smoke began to rush out from the gap of the tank. The commander who stretched out his hand with difficulty to push open the turret cover was the first person to get out of the car. The bloody appearance of the seven orifices and the bloody face was only a glance to know that he would not live long.

"Cover! Cover our comrades, machine gun fire! Quick!"

Several Red Army soldiers following the tank were affected, their fragile bodies were blown to pieces, and they died on the spot. But more Red Army soldiers, under the call of the commanders and fighters, rushed towards the IS1 heavy tank that was paralyzed by a shot, and fired all kinds of weapons in their hands at the Romanian ghosts who tried to aim at the IS1.

The seriously injured tank commander, who didn't even have time to take his self-defense weapon, rolled and fell beside the tank, lying on his back.

A brave soldier stepped forward and grabbed the collar of the tank commander and immediately lowered his body to drag him back. The other two soldiers who followed closely behind him held the PPSh in their hands and pulled the trigger to fire. The machine gunner who set the tripod on the engine compartment held the DP light machine gun tightly and fired at full power.

"Quick! Drag him here, put him here! Hurry up!"

The Red Army soldiers who had just moved to a relatively safe shelter area after rescuing a comrade shouted loudly. The driver, who was leaning against the rear of the car with only his last breath left, struggled with his face covered in blood and breathing rapidly. He used up the last breath of his life and half-raised his right hand to leave his last words.

"There are still people alive in the car, and there are still people who can't move in the car. Save them quickly"