Chapter 696 Armored Showdown

The 1st Guards Heavy Breakthrough Tank Regiment, the lead vehicle "Revenge for the Heroic Brother".

The tank commander, Captain Podoliskov, put down his telescope and muttered: "Damn it, why did the enemy's No. 3 and No. 4 not release smoke when they saw us, but rushed towards us instead?"

The accompanying infantry commander shook his head: "I don't know, I'm an infantry officer, maybe they think they can penetrate your heavy armor if they get close?"

Podoliskov picked up the radio: "The enemy tanks are rushing towards us. In order to prevent any problems, I suggest that we stop and keep a distance to shoot!"

The regiment commander immediately responded: "Agreed, the whole regiment stops moving forward, three vehicles in a group to cover each other, and the infantry on the vehicle get off and deploy!"

Podoliskov immediately patted the infantry commander on the shoulder: "Get off the car, get off the car, deploy a screen line in front of the tank, and deal with the tanks that rush into our face. Our turret speed is not enough to keep up with the No. 3 and No. 4 that are maneuvering quickly at close range."

"Okay, leave it to us!" All the infantry jumped out of the car carrying rocket launchers and quickly dispersed in front of the stopped tank.

The First Guards Heavy Breakthrough Tank Regiment had a total of 21 Rokossov I tanks, which were divided into seven groups. Each of the "V" formations was a "tooth tip", and the seven tips formed a "hacksaw" on the grassland.

Nearly 200 Proson tanks lined up in two rows and rushed towards this hacksaw.

When the enemy tanks rushed to 1,800 meters, the First Guards Regiment opened fire.

Seven or eight Proson tanks caught fire and stopped, and the rest stopped firing and returned fire while continuing to move forward.

The commander of the First Guards Regiment urged on the radio: "Don't worry about the platoon artillery, there are too many enemies, shoot as fast as you can! Don't make up the guns, just shoot all the enemies who are still moving!"

Podoliskov quoted the commander's words verbatim: "Don't make up the guns, give priority to attacking the enemies who are still moving! Fire!"

Soon the whole grassland was full of smoke. The First Guards Regiment had white smoke left by the tank guns, and the enemy had black smoke from the burning tanks.

The Prosons were also trying to fight back, and the shells kept scratching the paint of the Rokossov I.

Suddenly, Podolkov heard someone exclaim on the radio: "I was shot through!"

He turned his head immediately and saw a Rokossov I on fire in the distance, and the tank crew was jumping out of the car.

The voice of the regiment commander sounded on the radio: "Who was shot through? Mark the location, this is a precious sample!"

As long as the heavy bullet points on the wreckage are analyzed, you will know in which direction to strengthen the defense, so the wreckage that was shot through has more recycling value than other broken tanks.

Podolkov was about to say that the brother who was shot through was unlucky, but an armor-piercing bullet hit the anti-aircraft machine gun next to him, directly cutting off the anti-aircraft machine gun's frame from the root, and the machine gun fell off the tank.

The fragments that fell off from somewhere hit Podolkov's shoulder.

"Sukabulie!" He cursed, and his hand touched his shoulder with blood.

So he got into the tank, bandaged himself with a first aid kit, and cursed: "Sukabulle! It's a pity for me to be injured like this!"

The loader stuffed the new armor-piercing shell into the barrel, and asked in his spare time: "What shot it?"

"Fragments of anti-aircraft machine guns! Sukabulle! It hurts so damn much!"

The gunner opened fire before he finished speaking, and the tank shook violently.

The empty shells were spit out by the breech block and fell on the floor of the tank. The pungent smell of unburned gunpowder filled the fighting room.

Podolskov coughed and bandaged: "Damn it! Why is there a problem with the gunpowder in this batch of shells! The managers of the rear factory should all be shot!"

"It's good that it can fire." The loader stuffed another shell into the barrel, "There are 20 more armor-piercing shells!"

The gunner fired directly.

Almost at the same time, everyone heard a Duang sound, and it was obvious that another enemy armor-piercing shell was blocked by Rokossov's reliable armor.

After completing a simple bandage, Podolskoff looked out through the periscope of the command tower and found that the enemy had approached within 1,000 meters.

The enemy's firepower was getting more and more intense.

Podolskoff raised his left hand and closed the hatch - he had just entered in a hurry, and the hatch was still wide open, and the sunlight leaked through the hatch.

The gunner fired for the third time.

As the hatch closed, the pungent smell of gunpowder in the battle room became stronger.

Gunner: "If the enemy doesn't retreat, we will be suffocated to death by inferior gunpowder!"

"Stop complaining! Fire! Don't let the enemy get close to the battle--"

As he was speaking, there was another muffled sound from the armored shell, and then the rotating turret got stuck.

Podolskoff: "Sukabulie! The seat ring is stuck, damn Proson's conspiracy!"

The Prosons would deliberately aim at the turret seat ring. Podolskoff had heard about this from the instructor when he was in the rear tank school.

In theory, the design of the Rokossov I model takes into account the enemy's preference for attacking the seat ring, and puts a lot of effort into the protection of the seat ring.

During the summer campaign, the "Revenge" was besieged by the Proson tanks, and it withstood countless firing rings without getting stuck at all, which shows that the efforts of the design team were fruitful.

But obviously when people are unlucky, the design team can do nothing.

Podoliskov: "I'll go out and check the situation. You can continue to fire after the fault is repaired!"

"Isn't your shoulder injured?"

Podoliskov looked down and smiled: "It's okay!"

He climbed out of the tank using both hands. He could clearly feel that his right hand was a little weak, but he gritted his teeth and held on.

Soon, Podolkov found the Prosen armor-piercing bullet stuck in the gap of the turret - to be precise, it was the fragments of the armor-piercing bullet.

He held the handle on the turret and kicked the fragments hard with his big leather boots. After kicking several times, the fragments flew out of the gap with a snap and fell into the grass and disappeared.

Podolkov hurried back into the tank.

The Prosen tank, which was already close to 700 meters, fired at Podolkov with its coaxial machine gun, and the bullets hit the armor of the Rokosov-1 type.

"Keep firing! The enemy only has 700 meters left!" he shouted.

"We're taking aim!" As soon as he finished speaking, the gunner stepped on the firing pedal, and the tank began to shake.

Podolkov hurriedly looked out of the periscope and saw a burning Prosen tank slowly slowing down. The crew members jumped out of the vehicle one by one and rolled on the ground.

"Okay! Keep firing!"

At this time, the Prosen tank had already rushed to 300 meters.

Suddenly a shell hit the Hero's Brother Revenge.

At first Podolkov thought it would be another ricochet, but something whizzed past his eyes.

The gunner fell into his fighting position clutching his throat.

Podolkov pressed the gunner's shoulder with his left hand: "What's wrong with you?"

The gunner tried to speak, but all he could make was a leaking sound.

Podolkov turned his head and found that a small piece of armor on the inner wall of the tank had collapsed and dented. Apparently, the flying fragments had hit the gunner.

"Damn it! I'm here to bandage you, hold on!" The loader held the first aid kit and opened it too hastily. All the gauze bandages and sulfa powder fell out and scattered on the floor of the fighting room, mixed with the shell casings.

The loader immediately bent down to pick up the bandage, and then searched among the pile of cartridge casings for the packet of sulfa powder.

Podolkov: "Okay! He's dead!"

The loader stopped and looked up at the commander.

Podolkov: "He's dead! Our tanks are not invincible! Come and help me put him in the commander's position! I'll fire!"

The loader stood there as if he didn't understand Podolkov's words.

Podolkov: "Hurry! My right shoulder is injured and I can't move it alone! Hurry!"

As he spoke, he kicked the loader hard with his foot.

The latter finally woke up suddenly, threw down the gauze and first aid kit, and helped Podolkov move the gunner to the commander's position.

Podolskov recalled the training he had received before - since Rokossov implemented the new training code for tank soldiers, Ant's tank soldiers also required everyone to be able to fight in all combat positions like Prosin.

The original commander stepped on the pedal to turn the turret left and placed the crosshair in the sight on the enemy tank.

Just as the enemy tank opened fire, the fire and muzzle blast suddenly blocked its body.

Podolkov stepped on the firing pedal.

The tank shook, and the enemy in the sight was immediately hit. You can clearly see that the shell hit the enemy's gun mantlet.

Immediately afterwards, the driver and electromechanical crew of the enemy tank climbed out of the cockpit in front of the vehicle. It was obvious that Podolkov's shot just now had wiped out all the enemies in the fighting room.

Podolkov fired with a coaxial machine gun, but because he was not familiar with the machine gun scale on the sight, the bullets fell in front of the enemy.

The Prosen tanker who jumped out of the vehicle took the opportunity to hide in the grass.

Loader: "There are 17 more armor-piercing rounds!"

Podolkov didn't even bother to answer. He was busy looking for the enemy with the gunner's scope——

Damn, it’s so hard to find, like a blind man!

Podolskov has never driven a T34 with a two-man turret. He is used to the commander's field of vision and is really not used to the gunner's sight to detect the enemy.

He finally found an enemy tank, but before he could put the crosshair on it, the infantry's rocket launcher hit the front of the tank.

Podolkov originally thought he had lost his prey, but was surprised to see that the tank was still moving!

He immediately added another shot.

When the armor-piercing projectile hit, the entire skirt of the target was knocked off, and then an open flame several feet high erupted from the engine compartment.

The Prosen tank soldiers jumped out of their vehicles one after another, and were swept to the ground by the Ant infantrymen who emerged from the grass with Bobosha.

Podolkov: "Damn it, the enemy has already reached the infantry screen line! We don't have hull machine guns!"

At this time, someone shouted on the radio: "The enemy released smoke! We repelled the enemy!"

Podolkov also saw the white smoke released by enemy tanks.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and leaned back on the backrest of the gunner's position.

Then he remembered that the backrest was covered in blood.

"Suka BuLei!" he cursed.