Steel Soviet Union

The swaying Tiger tank was not so stable on the rugged ruins. The bricks and rubble that were constantly being rolled over under the tracks made the Tiger tank's turret shake a little, but perhaps that was why the Tiger tank was so stable. The Tiger tank looks even more terrifying and intimidating.

The Red Army soldiers stationed in the core area of ​​the village now don't even have an anti-tank gun. The only anti-armor weapons in their hands are a few anti-tank guns that are extremely difficult to use against Tiger tanks. This It is also the only portable long-range anti-armor weapon other than anti-tank guns.

"Aim at the Kraut's tanks and fire!"

The young captain was greeting the soldiers holding anti-tank rifles to quickly set up their guns and shoot. The soldier responsible for the anti-tank took out a 5mm bullet that was much larger than the Deshka machine gun bullet from the ammunition bag he carried. The pointed armor-piercing bullet was loaded into the chamber, and according to his past successful experience, he quickly pointed the black muzzle at the observation window above the head.

This is the common weakness of almost all German tanks. They had done the same thing before when they destroyed the Panzer IV and Panzer III tanks. It was the first time that the Red Army soldiers faced such a powerful and heavy Tiger tank. They could only pray silently in their hearts that this would help them. It worked.

"Must succeed!"

boom--

When the fingertip pulls the trigger, a powerful combustion chemical energy bursts out. The moment the hot 5mm armor-piercing warhead flies out of the muzzle brake, the soldier who is familiar with the temperament of the weapon in his hand and is prepared accordingly, Immediately, he felt the powerful recoil on his shoulder that was like being kicked by a donkey. (audience)

The high-speed flying armor-piercing projectile hit the bull's-eye, accurately hitting the observation window in the upper armor area of ​​the front of the Tiger tank body, but what happened next was obviously completely contrary to the hoped-for result.

The heavy Tiger tank continued to move forward, and the armor-piercing bullet hit the crossbar partition of the observation window on the front of the Tiger tank, not the gap for the driver to observe the scene outside the vehicle. The 102mm physical thickness of the armor on the front of the car body, coupled with the protective performance of the beam itself, is simply not something that the 5mm Simonov anti-tank rifle can deal with.

The Tiger tank that suddenly took a black shot was obviously not driven by a rookie crew. The slowly rotating turret at least showed that the Tiger tank had noticed the crisis and immediately responded accordingly.

The soldier who failed to score a single blow was still reloading. There were still a few usable armor-piercing rounds in the canvas ammunition pocket slung across his waist. How could he give up so easily before the ammunition was completely exhausted? There is no retreat behind him and all the Red Army comrades in the entire village. Giving up at this time is equivalent to complete failure.

Relying on the commander's command tower with a relatively good field of vision, Wittmann finally noticed the initiator and strangeness of all this a few seconds after his precious car was shot.

"Eleven o'clock, the Russian's anti-tank rifle! Load the high-explosive shells, turn the main gun and kill it!"

In most cases, those Russians who regard human life as insignificant will rush back one after another to re-operate the anti-tank weapons and equipment whose operators have been killed. The more valuable and scarce the weapon, the more so. It seems that the weapon itself should be much more precious than human life.

Wittmann had encountered this situation more than once before. Wittmann, who was well aware of this, decided to take immediate action this time to avoid future troubles and destroy the Russian anti-tank rifleman together. The gun itself was blasted to pieces, all blown away by one cannon, and the broken gun continued to sound after a while, creating trouble for itself.

"Loading completed!"

"Aimed!"

"Fire!"

boom--

The Tiger tank's turret speed is not slow at all when it is moving. The turret, supported by the electric steering machine, can aim the muzzle at the target in front of it in just a moment.

A roar of flames from the main gun suddenly sounded, and the explosion smoke from the anti-tank rifle position not far away almost simultaneously rose into the sky, sending dust flying into the air.

When the fire and flames dissipated, only the crater left by the high-explosive grenade bombardment of the 88mm main gun remained. All other things and people completely disappeared with the explosion of the shell.

"Done! That Russian guy is finished! By the way, it also blew up an unlucky guy. I guess he's dead."

The gunner who killed the target with just one shot was excitedly reporting on the results he had just achieved. Wittmann, who was holding the commander's command tower in front of him, could also see clearly. There was indeed a person who couldn't see clearly. The Russian was thrown away by the blast wave.

Although the injury was probably not fatal based on the distance of the explosion just now, Wittmann always felt that the Russian guy who was thrown upside down by the shock wave looked familiar, as if he had seen him there before.

It's just that even I can't remember the specific time and place, and I can't even confirm whether this is just an illusion of overthinking. The cruel battle against time obviously does not allow Wittmann to continue on such a trivial matter. waste time.

"Maybe I saw it wrong, I often get dazzled recently"

After prevaricating himself, Wittmann ordered the car to stop, preparing to continue firing on the spot to annihilate high-value and threatening enemy targets. His astute eyes scanned every visible corner of the battlefield in front of him like a hawk, fighting for it without letting go. Over every detail.

On the other side, Malashenko, who was thrown backwards by the sudden shot and fell heavily, was breathing heavily with difficulty, holding the ground with one hand, trying to get up from the ground. Go ahead and do something.

"Huhuha"

Malashenko felt that he was not injured at all, and even if he was injured, it was most likely just a skin injury scratched by shrapnel.

But the feeling of suffocation and shortness of breath in his chest, as if someone had hit him hard with a demolition sledgehammer, could not be shaken off immediately. It made Malashenko, who had difficulty breathing, even feel a little confused.

"Comrade Brigadier, Comrade Brigadier! Oh my God, are you okay!?"

Varosha ducked out of the corner of the traffic ditch and saw at a glance Malashenko holding a submachine gun as a walking stick, with his other hand on the ground, kneeling on one knee, gasping for air. Varosha, who was afraid that Malashenko had something to do with him, almost ran forward in a rolling and crawling posture.

"Uh, don't worry about me, I'm fine, I won't die yet!"

"But Comrade Brigadier"

"Shut up! Listen to my order! Organize the soldiers to continue fighting, and shrink the defensive circle if necessary!"

"Don't let the soldiers make unnecessary sacrifices. The infantry alone cannot defeat the German tigers. Move towards Lavrinenko and the others! There should be remaining tanks on their side, so act quickly! Hurry!"