Steel Soviet Union

If you look at it from a distance, you don't actually feel much about it. I just feel that this thing seems to be about the same size as your own tank.

But only when they really get close to this thing, Malashenko and a group of comrades in the same car group can truly feel how powerful the visual impact of this thing is.

"Damn it, what's in the German guy's head? Is it shit? Why did he build such a huge monster? This thing is almost as big as a mobile house."

A moving house, this was the nickname that Iushkin, who was deeply shocked and amazed, gave the monster in front of him. Apart from this, he could not think of any other more appropriate way to describe it.

"How much does this thing weigh? It's so huge, it's much bigger than our IS4."

"How do those German guys drive this thing? Can this thing run off-road? It looks like it must weigh at least seventy tons."

Iushkin's state was not much different. Artyom and Seryosha, who were also beside Malashenko, were also shocked and dumbfounded.

Although Malashenko is a time traveler, he is already familiar with the appearance and related attributes of the hunting tiger, and he has already firmly remembered the appearance of this monster in his heart.

However, the things you have seen in games, movies, and videos are different from the things you can actually see with your naked eyes. The gap is so big that you may even subconsciously feel that you did not recognize this thing before.

"Damn, it's still too big! I didn't expect this thing to feel like this when I see it up close. My whole life was wasted."

In addition to being amazed in his heart, he was even more intensely curious about this thing. Malashenko could not wait to get into the belly of this giant beast to see what it was like.

"Come on, don't be stupid, we don't have much time, let's go in first."

Without waiting for the reaction of several comrades around him, Malashenko had already raised his legs and stepped out first. He climbed up the huge body of the Hunter Tiger and arrived at the rear of the fighting room and the front of the power cabin. upper area.

This is an abandoned Jagdtiger with three punch holes left on the main armor belt on the front of the fighting room. The scene where the escape hatch at the rear of the fighting room is wide open shows that someone once escaped from the car alive. Whether he is still alive after leaving the car is another matter. Malashenko does not care about the German guy's life or death.

Needless to say, the three artillery shells that penetrated the main armor belt on the front of the fighting room must only be able to do so with the new type of armor-piercing shelling shells. Otherwise, it is impossible for any artillery shells currently in service in the Red Army to penetrate this monster-level armor protection.

The shortcomings of the discarding sabots' relatively low damage aftereffects and the difficulty in causing the ammunition to explode have now become a "lucky thing" for Malashenko to come in and take a look at the complete internal structure of the Hunter Tiger. Many times, some things just happen. So ironic.

"How many people are dead inside? Can you see them?"

Iushkin, who climbed up to the back of the car just behind Malashenko, was looking around. He took the initiative to move his head up and approached the open escape hatch at the rear end of the fighting room, wanting to see with his own eyes what was going on in the car. What is the situation?

"Two of them are dead on the chairs. Well, there are two more lying on the floor. There are four hanging in total. They all look like bastards in the fighting room. It is estimated that the two who survived and abandoned the car were the two at the front of the car."

Although Malashenko described what he saw with the naked eye as "four", the specific meaning of "four" depends on how you understand it.

It's true that there were four people, but if you count them in terms of corpses, it's not four. To be more precise, there are seven or eight pieces of half-cut or minced corpses piled on the floor of the car body.

"Ugh, that's disgusting. These fascist pigs were beaten in two. Look, one bastard got his head shot."

Although he said he was disgusted, there was no reaction on Iushkin's face or in his stomach. It was just an adjective with no real reference.

Dead people, pieces of meat, and mutilated corpses are just commonplace things that every veteran sees every day. The reaction that a normal person should have after seeing this is what Iushkin just said, but Iushkin only talked about it and did not take any actual actions.

"Hey, we're not going to have to clean up the bodies of these Krauts, are we? I don't want to get a shovel and shovel out human flesh."

Iushkin, who suddenly thought of something bad, hurriedly asked, but Malashenko, who was squatting and looking into the car, did not hesitate at all.

"Didn't you already tell me that this is a fascist pig? It's just shoveling pork. Just clean it up. Come on."

After finishing the sentence, without waiting for Iushkin to say anything, Malashenko, who just did what he said, had already got into the car with a fierce move. His dexterous movements were incomparable to his tall figure of over 9 meters. Proportional. In fact, this is just one of the passive skills developed by tanks after drilling too many holes. It's like a big mouse drilling a mouse hole without getting stuck at the entrance. It can still run very fast, isn't it?

"It smells disgusting. These fascist pigs won't make anyone feel better even if they die. They're just nothing special!"

He said he was reluctant, but his body movements were more honest than anyone else. Iushkin, who also moved quickly, followed Malashenko into the car.

"Here, help me! Get these two stinky guys off the chair first, let them catch them outside the car, and throw them out directly."

"coming!"

Malashenko and Iushkin, who worked together, first unloaded the two piles of stinky meat from the commander's position and the gunner's position.

These two unlucky guys are located at the front end of the left and right sides of the fighting room. In front of them is the main armor belt directly in front of the fighting room. There's no need to guess too much about this formation. The moment the cannonball penetrates, the first to be unlucky will definitely be these two idiots.

One was headshot on the spot by a bullet core that penetrated the armor, and turned directly into a headless corpse slumped on the seat, looking a little visceral.

The brains and blood that exploded like a water balloon being popped by a needle were everywhere on the armor plates around the place, and they were even rougher and bolder than cyberpunk joint graffiti. Although time had not passed long, it had already begun to become sticky and stringy, so much so that Iushkin, who accidentally touched his hand, almost wanted to throw his hand away.

"Damn it! The blood of Fasis pigs is sour and smelly, so disgusting!"

"Stop talking nonsense and get rid of this stinky meat!"

After getting rid of one corpse and another, he almost put on a "pain mask" and handed the corpse to Artyom and Seryosha outside the car, then turned around and passed Iush who was about to continue working. Jin blurted out another complaint directly.

"Sokka! This is even more disgusting! Do you want anyone left alive!?"