Steel Soviet Union

boom!

Ding-ding——

An armor-piercing bullet that flew from nowhere accurately hit the side armor of a battalion tank on the left side of Major Edman.

The weakly defended Panzer III tank's vertical side armor could not withstand the fierce penetrating attack of the 85mm hood armor-piercing projectile. The armor, which was as thin as window paper, was instantly torn apart by the armor-piercing projectile that smashed the hood. The armor-piercing delay fuse The result of a successful trigger is the turret flying straight into the sky in the blink of an eye.

The dull sound of the small head of the Panzer III tank falling to the ground was shocking. Major Edman, who was shocked by the strong explosion sound close to his car, immediately shook the commander's periscope in his hand to look for any possible targets.

The place where the gunfire sounded was roughly at the 10 o'clock direction of Major Edman. Major Edman, who had just focused his vision on the left front, didn't have time to take a closer look. The armor on the front of a vehicle was painted with pure white 177. Numerous heavy tanks crashed into the outermost wooden house of the village, tore off the camouflage used to hide the huge size, and appeared in Major Edman's field of vision.

"Kiril, armor-piercing bullets!"

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"At 11 o'clock, the Panzer IV at the front, kill him!"

boom--

The IS1 heavy tank prototype, which smashed into the cabin in front of it at full power, was like a steel monster breaking through the cage. The roaring main gun once again gave death to the enemy while the tank body was almost motionless.

The front armor of the Panzer IV tank cannot even withstand the 76-gun, let alone the 85-gun, which has the same performance as the short 88. The 50 mm vertically rolled mean steel armor plus a 20 mm physical thickness track pad is better than nothing, and it is still equivalent to a window. The paper-like defense was unable to resist the astonishingly powerful 85mm gun.

The German infantry who had not yet recovered from the explosion of the first tank were unlucky again.

The metal storm-like wave of debris envelops the fire storm, unleashing the greatest degree of astonishing destructive power. The German infantrymen who were directly lifted off by the shock wave and flew backwards behind them did not even have a chance to get up.

The corpses that were fragmented or even broken into two pieces and riddled with holes like a hornet's nest did indeed become a pile of human fertilizer on the endless Don River grassland to nourish the fertile soil of the Soviet Union, just as Commissar Petrov predicted.

Major Edman didn't even have time to be shocked, and he didn't even have time to react at all.

The village that was silent a moment ago was like a resurrection from hell, and it instantly became a terrible trap. One after another, Soviet heavy tanks smashed through wooden houses, ran over fences, and roared towards their side. More Soviet tanks came. Military tanks were filing out of the village in the blind spot behind the tanks that had already rushed out.

These desperate Soviet heavy tanks concealed themselves just right, and boldly set the engagement distance to 200 meters before exposing the target and firing.

Major Edman did not think that the opponent's group of Soviet heavy tanks had been dozing off and forgot to fire until now. The fact that they could hide in the village until now and then suddenly take action can only mean one thing.

The real plan of this group of Soviet tanks is to eat up all of their own troops, just like the vanguard unit that was wiped out earlier, so they have been enduring the sacrifice of their comrades and infantrymen who continue to fall to the ground so close to the ground until now. After reaching the absolutely impossible escaping distance of only 200 meters, he opened fire and attacked.

Regardless of whether this group of Soviet heavy tanks has the ability to do this, at least their commander must have such a calculation.

Major Edman was surprised that his opponent dared to implement such a bold tactic, but then he saw something even more terrifying and familiar.

When the strange-looking Soviet heavy tank No. 177 led by it turned its turret and pointed its muzzle at a German tank on the other side that had just carried out a useless attack.

Major Edelman, who had been holding the commander's periscope in front of him, could see very clearly from a distance of less than 200 meters. The bear's head had bitten into pieces the red and white logo of the Iron Cross, which was so eye-catching.

Next to this familiar bear head mark, the Soviet Red Banner Guards painting mark, which is already well known to the German army, is proudly painted on the turret in a juxtaposed posture.

The opponent he encountered was not some miscellaneous Soviet tank unit that was defeated on the roadside, but the "Iron Butcher" unit that was notorious among the entire front-line German armored forces. If I remember correctly, this unit was The number given by the prisoner was the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment!

This terrifying unit, widely known as the "Iron Butcher" by front-line German armored personnel, is equal to the devil. Word of mouth rumors say that this Soviet heavy tank unit has killed at least 200 German tanks. tank.

Major Edman had always paid no attention to such rumors that were spreading and getting more and more mysterious. He would not believe that those Russians who were still waving signal flags could have such a powerful armor. force.

But when Major Edman was unlucky enough to actually confront this legendary devilish opponent that climbed out of hell, all the previous confidence and disdain had been shattered and shattered in the face of the cruel reality. exist.

Thinking of the vanguard unit that had lost all news in less than half an hour, Major Edman, who was horrified by the terrifying opponent he faced, finally had his original belief in victory shaken uncontrollably.

"Damn it! There's an ambush among us, this is the "Iron Butcher" unit!"

Major Edman was breaking out in a cold sweat, thinking quickly about whether to issue a retreat order next. A scream that was not known to be from that bastard instantly spread throughout the radio channel and echoed in his ears. The radio was originally relatively silent. The channel exploded instantly like a basin of water poured into a pan of hot oil.

"I saw it, it was that mark! It was him, the "Iron Butcher"! Oh my god, is this possible!?"

"God, we need to retreat immediately!"

"This is Stalin's guard tank unit, we need more support!"

The chaotic shouting, which was almost the same as crying for father and mother, made Major Edelman instantly upset and extremely irritable.

Just a simple name could scare the German armored forces that had conquered the entire Europe into this state. Major Edman really couldn't understand how those rumors spread in private could have such amazing power.

Lieutenant Colonel Dubler, who was sitting at the rear attack starting position and commanding the battle, also saw this scene through his telescope.

To be honest, those Soviet heavy tanks that smashed through the houses and ran out of the village were also unexpected and very surprising to him. He gritted his teeth and temporarily put down the telescope in his hand, and then blurted out the words.

"Contact the air force in the sky and ask them where they are now!"