Steel Soviet Union

The 85mm high-explosive projectile has a smaller charge and less power, but this is only relative to the 122mm gun used by the Red Army heavy tanks with thick enough barrels.

85mm high-explosive projectiles are not very effective against targets such as brick-concrete buildings and solid military concrete fortifications, and most of them will not be able to bite. But if it is against a flesh-and-blood mortal, it is a completely different situation. Even the ultra-long-range shooting with far less accuracy still has an extremely huge destructive power, and there is no need to hit directly.

In accordance with Malashenko's order, several T43 medium tanks left on the top of the earth slope opened fire. The flames and flames ejected violently from the muzzle were dazzling and dazzling, but this was a symbol of the brilliance and color of death.

The 85mm full-caliber high-explosive projectile whistling out of the muzzle without a recoil brake flew straight to the target with a wind-breaking whistling sound. At this moment, the Ukrainian bandit army, which was still attacking, had not yet reacted to what was going on.

For high-explosive shells, which are already inaccurate and often used for medium and short-range bombardment rather than long-range direct fire, the 5-kilometer distance obviously requires a longer flight time than armor-piercing shells to reach. This is determined by the lower muzzle velocity and greater flight attenuation rate.

At the last moment before the destruction came, some quick-eyed and experienced Ukrainian bandits reacted, realizing that the whistling danger coming from the side meant death and responded.

Some people immediately lay down and fell to the ground without saying a word, while the vast majority of bandits who lacked combat experience and were better at robbing houses, molesting decent women, and bullying the elderly, weak, and disabled, still rushed forward like idiots, paying full attention to the enemies in front who were about to be crushed to death by mortars.

Boom boom boom——

In a flash of lightning, sand and stones flew and dust rose to the sky.

In the bright fire and violent explosions, the fragments of human remains were directly lifted up from the ground and lifted up to the sky one after another.

The war machines created by humans have long surpassed the ultimate destructive power of any creature in nature. They are extremely fierce and can easily tear the flesh and blood of carbon-based creatures into pieces and make them lifeless. The destructive atmosphere mixed with the violent flames almost enveloped the entire bandit army's attacking echelon in an instant.

"Oh! Damn it! What happened? Tell me the situation!"

These three high-explosive bombs exploded almost at the same time, making a lot of noise and powerful enough to be considered quite large. In an instant, they even suppressed the originally dense and resounding mortar explosions, which shocked Anton, who was commanding in the village, and asked questions in a hurry.

"Tanks! So many tanks! Those Bolsheviks called for tanks, look! Over there! They are rushing towards us!!!"

Anton, who was shocked in his heart, immediately looked in the direction of the person who shouted loudly, and saw at a glance that it was almost the most terrible scene he had ever seen in his life, without a doubt.

There was no early spring green on the boundless wilderness. On the bare wilderness plain, there was nothing to block the view. Only dozens of steel monsters were spewing thick black smoke and roaring diesel engines, rushing towards their own side with overwhelming momentum.

These tanks that suddenly appeared on the battlefield and rushed out suddenly had a strong sense of targeting.

The shells they fired were aimed at their own offensive echelon, and the main attack direction of the large force was the abandoned village where Anton was in the middle of the command.

In this way, the facts were very clear and obvious.

These tanks that suddenly appeared halfway were not German tanks. Although Anton had never seen such steel monsters before, he knew what he was facing. He could still determine a few terrible situations.

These tanks belonged to the Bolsheviks. Most of them were reinforcements called by the people who were about to be captured by him. And this armored force alone was not something that his own side could handle with a lot of broken guns and small cannons. There was no need to talk about whether there would be more powerful reinforcements coming later. It was possible that this was just the tip of the iceberg of the reinforcements that the Bolsheviks called for.

After thinking about this, Anton felt cold from head to toe, and his hair stood up all over his body. He was trembling slightly.

In recent years, Anton, who had been cramming military knowledge, understanding the evolution of war and the battle situation of the Soviet and German armies, knew that human legs could not outrun those steel monsters driven by tracks. It was truly a desperate situation where you could neither fight nor run away.

The moment those Bolshevik tank reinforcements appeared, his failure was already a doomed result.

Anton didn't even dare to think about how to deal with those steel monsters next, because even if he spent time thinking about it, it would not have any practical effect. It would be better to hurry up and do something more meaningful, such as thinking about how to stop the loss in time and at least save his life.

After all, if you keep the green mountains, you will not worry about having no firewood to burn. This simple truth of being alive is the basis for you to display greater ambitions and do more things you want to do. Under the premise of the truth that all things end when a person dies, Anton's only concern now is how to save his own life in such a dire situation.

What? What do you think we should do about this bad job? Do you still want those "valuable items" that are about to be obtained?

get rid of! Who can care about talking about these things when his life is almost gone?

This principle is the same as making money. You have to have a life to earn and a life to spend. Otherwise, in the end, you will only get an advantage from the old man next door who sleeps with your wife, lives in your house, and beats your baby. It costs you money.

As a smart man, Anton didn't want to risk his life here for such a measly trophy, so when the situation turned bad, he quickly realized that this was an innate skill that bandits all over the world were proficient in.

"Mobilize the troops, hand over everyone, and prepare defenses based on favorable terrain and bunkers outside the village! We must stop those Russians. They are coming for our large army. If we can't stop them, all of us will die. Here! Don't expect your legs to outrun those iron wheels!"

"What? Block them!?"

Upon hearing Anton's words, the skinny monkey bandit leader suddenly looked surprised and surprised. For a moment, he thought he had donkey hair stuffed in his ears - he heard wrongly. But the reason that came back to his senses clearly told him that he heard correctly, and he blurted out to Anton with a strong and unbelievable rhetorical question.