Steel Soviet Union

Lavrinenko still remembers what Malashenko said to him with an anxious look on his face, although he is really curious about how Malashenko knew this. But out of the belief and reasons of trusting his good brother, Lavrinenko finally followed Malashenko's advice and did not ask any more questions.

Are you going to try and fire on those Krauts' new heavy tanks?

This is the primary issue that Lavrinenko needs to face and consider now.

Frankly speaking, Lavrinenko doesn't even know whether the monsters opposite him are Tiger King.

He is not a time traveler like Malashenko. He cannot predict the future in advance and understand everything that may happen from the perspective of future generations. His command and decision-making limited by existing tactical thinking and cognition must have great limitations. .

When he reached the position of deputy division commander, Lavrinenko relied not only on his close relationship with Malashenko, but also on his outstanding abilities and rich experience.

In a heroic and honorary unit like Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, relying solely on connections and opening back doors will not work. I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at such an elite unit in the name of a leader.

If Lavrinenko fails to meet the standards and the mud cannot support the wall, then even if Malashenko wants to help him to the position of deputy division commander, it is very likely that he will not be able to do it. The superiors who don't say it in words but have been paying close attention to him will not tolerate a waste with high ambitions and low power in such a key position. It is enough to suffer the consequences of the big purge once.

But it is precisely because Lavrinenko has the ability and experience to cope with the position of deputy division commander, so he will consider more when facing the problems and difficulties at this stage, because he is not only a commander, but also a horseman. Frontline commander before Rashenko's arrival!

Lavrinenko told himself that he must bear all this responsibly and must think carefully before issuing orders.

It's certainly a good thing to be able to kill those German heavy tanks with one shot, but what if you can't kill them with one shot? Do we still have to try the second shot?

In the entire position, there is only one valuable heavy tank like his command vehicle, and it is also the only one that has the power to penetrate the Panther body with a single first blow. Other small and medium tanks with 85mm guns need to accurately aim at the turret in order to shoot effectively. The importance of the command vehicle in this case is naturally unquestionable. To put it simply, no waste of firepower is allowed.

What's more, the reloading time of a 122 Heirloom shot is really mind-numbing, and it is no empty talk that every opportunity to fire is extremely precious.

what to do! ? Should I fight or not? ?

In the brief moment when time seemed to stand still and even the air was frozen, Lavrinenko repeatedly changed countless possibilities in his mind, considered this matter from too many angles, and thought about every possible execution. possibilities and corresponding consequences.

It may sound like it takes a long time, but Lavrinenko did complete such complex deductions and related considerations in the blink of an eye, where he could almost feel his own breathing.

The almost suffocating pace of the battle will never leave Lavrinenko too much time to waste. There is already very little time left for thinking. Lavrinenko, who has made up his mind, is instantly determined. With a look in his eyes, he resolutely gave the order.

"Ignore those heavy tanks and hit the German medium tanks first! Aim at the nearest Black Panther and prepare to fire!"

There is still no absolute certainty in choosing the long-distance option. After thinking about it, Lavrinenko still can't make up his mind and can't convince himself to take this gamble.

The Germans' new heavy tanks are indeed a great threat, but the Black Panthers right in front of them, who are about to kick their noses in the face, are even more threatening!

Those monster heavy tanks will indeed cause a lot of casualties, but judging from the fact that those things stop and shoot at such a long distance, Lavrinenko can basically determine that the mobility of these bastard shells will never be very good. , trying to get through the current rugged, snow-covered, and ice-filled cross-country road conditions would probably be a certain amount of trouble.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be better for the Germans to just use these heavy tanks to attack the city? There must be a corresponding reason for not doing this. The Panther, who had seen the Krauts with his own eyes, forced himself to run to Lavrinenko who spontaneously combusted in Kursk, but he clearly knew the real "heart disease" problem of these cutting-edge tanks of the Krauts.

The heavy tanks are so far away that they can't get over for the time being. Even if they start to get over now, it will still take a certain amount of time to maneuver.

The medium tank is already riding on the face and is very close. To put it bluntly, if it is left alone, there is a possibility of breaking through the battle line at any time. The faces of the German infantry following the Black Panther can even be clearly seen. !

Lavrinenko knew what he should do next. There was only one way to do it. If he didn't hit the bunch of mid-tanks in front of him who were pushing their noses in the face and were about to threaten their limits, then everything would be empty talk!

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"Aim! Kraut's Panther!"

"Fire!"

boom--

A huge muzzle flash surged out from the huge muzzle brake at the front of the gun barrel and filled the air. The instantaneous firing shock wave even squeezed out a small crater in the snow directly under the muzzle.

Snowflakes rippled in the cold and hot air, and the roaring 122mm hooded armor-piercing projectiles were sprinting forward at extremely high speeds. The Black Panther, which was no more than a hundred meters away and was accurately targeted, became the final unlucky target.

Ding-ding——

Hiss——

boom--

The sound of the hood hitting the armor, the twisting and deforming sound of projectiles tearing through metal, and the sound of huge ammunition and fuel explosions all merged into one!

In just the blink of an eye, within a second or two that was difficult to react quickly, the Panther's turret and body armor were torn into countless pieces and scattered in all directions. The little head, as if it were sitting on a rocket, soared straight into the air, flying several meters into the air, until it, along with the twisted and deformed gun barrel, fell into the snow and fell silent.

"Target destroyed! Next, reload armor-piercing projectiles!"

Lavrinenko had no time to celebrate this fleeting victory. There were still more than a dozen Black Panthers who were about to rush to the position. Even those who "study with the prince", were coerced in the Black Panther group and on the wings No. 4 is already imminent.

It was at this moment when Lavrinenko's nerves were as tense as a steel wire that the familiar sound that heralded hope finally came from the car radio again.