Steel Soviet Union

"Whoa, what just happened? We were penetrated? Didn't the shells explode?"

Kirill, who was playing with the shells with his head lowered, missed the thrilling moment just now. Even after he heard the huge sound of armor tearing and raised his head, he looked at the comrades around him with a confused and breathless expression and asked questions. He didn't know what happened just now. Something happened.

Iushkin, who could not stop working as long as the person was alive, was still turning the turret. He was so busy that he could not even turn his head. He could only look up at the torn and deformed top cover of the turret and Malashenko blinked. Blinking, he lowered his head and turned to Kirill, who was looking at him, and spoke quietly.

"You're lucky. It seems the Germans haven't made a shell that can kill you yet. Keep loading! Hurry!"

For Malashenko, it was good luck, perfection and a brush with death, but for Wittmann, who was also on the battlefield at this moment, it was completely different.

"Damn it! Why didn't it explode? I obviously penetrated it, I saw it clearly through the gun scope! There is something wrong with this shell! Michelle!"

It was not only the gunner who could see clearly, but Wittmann, who had his whole head in the commander's command tower and had a good field of vision, could also see clearly.

"Shut up! The shell hit the roof of the turret. Do you expect the shell to bounce 90 degrees into the Russian tank? Are you crazy or stupid?"

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Wittmann said it very well, are you crazy or stupid? This sentence alone made the gunner, who had looked in disbelief just now, speechless and unable to speak.

"Keep reloading! The Russian tanks are not invincible. This shot must have scared them. We have gained something!"

Although it did not cause any substantial damage to the opponent, in the final analysis, the harvest effect of this shot was much greater than that of just hitting it and hearing the sound.

Wittmann, who had been paying close attention to the target, witnessed with his own eyes the entire process from firing to hitting the shot.

After being discharged from the chamber, the shell traveled at high speed along a ballistic path that was almost close to the turret dome. Strictly speaking, this shot was the gunner's mistake, and the shot was a little too high. It might have been caused by nervousness or fear, but now that has been said. it is not important.

The shrieking shells hit the top cover protruding from the turret dome with a very low probability. Although the Russian heavy tank did not have a commander's command tower, the top cover and the corresponding sight design still protruded. A little bit, like two bear ears of a wild giant bear.

The armor-piercing bullet passed through one of the two protruding top covers, and ruthlessly tore it into twisted pieces in a flash of lightning.

Although it caused very limited substantial damage, it was still not enough to trigger the armor-piercing delay fuse and detonate the projectile warhead charge.

Wittmann's eyes were not high-speed cameras. The shells only left a high-speed tracer in his eyes.

But according to Wittmann's own guess, the shell should have hit the turret roof with the lower half of the frontal projection rather than the tip of the warhead. If this was the case, it would be easy to explain the obvious trajectory of the cannonball that he saw just now, deflecting and flying diagonally into the sky.

The huge impact force of hitting the armor forcibly changed the trajectory of the projectile, like a pair of big hands pushing the projectile diagonally from bottom to top, and finally caused it to fly upward diagonally at a horizontal angle of about twenty to thirty degrees. go out.

No matter what, this rough-skinned Russian heavy tank is repeatedly refreshing its perception of tanks. This is the only thing that can be confirmed now.

When the main gun was reloaded, Wittmann once again saw that the Russian heavy tank that had been shot was not idle.

The entire turret continued to rotate as if nothing had happened. This at least showed that the Russian tank crew on the opposite side had an absolutely excellent psychological quality. The gunner responsible for operating the turret knew very well that as long as the person was alive and his arms could still move, he must continue his job and not stop. Such a situation would only make the thoughtful Wittmann continue to frown.

"What kind of person is commanding this tank? I must capture him alive if I have the chance!"

Wittmann, who accidentally picked up FLAG, did not expect that this secret sentence in his heart would one day be realized in the still distant future, but it would just be realized in another way that he completely unexpected.

"Turn the car and drive to the left. Don't let that Russian guy aim at us! Quick!"

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist. Wittmann does not want to be the unlucky guy who is beaten into a torch. Even if his teammates take this shot, he cannot take this shot. After all, everything is over once a person dies. , No matter what happens in the future, it will have nothing to do with you. Obviously, you must try your best to avoid this happening.

The driver Heinrich, who received Wittmann's order, immediately controlled the Tiger tank that was advancing at full speed to change its course and drive to the left.

The gunner who is still waiting for the next shell to enter the chamber rotates the turret at the same time. While the car body is turning, he still keeps the muzzle pointed in the direction of the enemy and is ready to fire at any time.

About five seconds after Wittmann ordered the car body to turn forward, the Russian steel beast, which had been beaten and obviously enraged, finally found the direction from which the shells were coming and prepared to fight back.

The expected immediate spray of flames from the muzzle did not happen. The steel behemoth, whose turret had already turned, waited for another five or six seconds before finally firing.

boom--

There was a roar like thunder and the shells came out of the barrel. Wittmann, who kept paying attention, even saw the Russian heavy tank firing, and the entire body of the tank trembled slightly due to the extremely powerful recoil. Shaking all over.

It was hard to imagine how large a caliber a huge cannon could produce such an effect. Wittmann only estimated by visual inspection that the unique-looking Russian heavy tank must have a total combat weight of at least fifty tons.

The 88 gun of the Tiger tank, which is also a fifty-ton tank, fired, and there was no movement at all in the vehicle. Only the people sitting in the car could feel the slight vibration of the gun. Wittmann had heard more than once from the infantrymen outside that the Tiger tanks did not vibrate at all when they fired, at least it looked that way from the outside.

Comparing the two, Wittmann once again couldn't help but sigh at his opponent's rough and arrogant line of "just words".

"Are these Russians serious? Are they really going to put all the heavy artillery available into tanks?"

No matter what the shocked Wittmann thought, it was certain that an unlucky German tank was about to ascend to the sky, just after the thunderous cannon shot.