Chapter 2270 Moment of Destruction (Part 1)

Chapter 2275?? Moment of Destruction (Part 1)

Without any ammunition explosion or fire, the huge and bulky wreckage of the King Tiger lay like a mountain of steel corpses. The body of the German armored soldier, whose chest was shot through by the Mosin-Nagant, hung horizontally on the turret with his head lowered, and the fierce battle next to the wreckage of steel and flesh and blood continued.

"Forward! Comrades! For Stalin, Ura!!!"

"Ura!!!"

The battle has reached its final moment. The siege troops of the Leader Division, which attacked from both the east and west sides, have almost penetrated all the defensive strongholds and key support points outside the core area of ​​the station.

The original core triangle defense of "Waiting Hall-Cargo Yard-Dispatching Building" has now been destroyed by two of them by the Leader Division's fierce and swift offensive. The cargo yard and dispatching building have been occupied or directly abandoned. Only the last core area, the waiting hall, is left, still making its last dying struggle and struggling to support.

"Protect the infantry charge! Suppress the entrance to the waiting hall with firepower. Armor-piercing bullets are loaded on machine guns and cannons. Shoot through the wall and kill the essence behind the wall!"

After the initial heavy armored assault charge, the follow-up support troops of the leader division quickly brought more diverse siege technical weapons, such as the BP43 infantry fighting vehicle, which is not suitable for head-on confrontation with tanks, but is very suitable for anti-infantry and anti-fortification bunker firepower suppression tasks.

Although this 25mm machine gun has a small caliber, it can do a lot of things.

The 25mm machine gun, which uses a magazine to directly insert the ammunition hopper, has very good firepower continuity. The deep red tracer armor-piercing bullet chain is densely shot out, hitting the outer wall of the entire waiting hall with crackling sounds and flying debris.

The 25mm armor-piercing projectiles that can tear through even light armor have no problem breaking through this civilian-grade outer wall defense. Although the outer wall has been reinforced by the German engineering corps, the civilian outer wall is still a civilian outer wall. It is a pipe dream to expect that a hasty temporary reinforcement project can build it to the level of the French Maginot Line fortifications.

Well, it is true that although the French surrendered quickly and broke the world record, the level of fortifications they built on the Maginot Line is indeed very good, but it is useless.

Most of the 25mm armor-piercing project that penetrated the wall has rolled and deformed, but there is still a lot of impact kinetic energy left.

Being hit head-on by such a severely deformed warhead, I can only say "I wish my brother good luck and a happy death."

At the least, a bullet would break an arm, blow off half a leg, and fly blood and flesh everywhere. At the worst, a bullet would cut them in half, or their heads would explode and their brains would burst.

Being shot was not terrible. Some fanatical Nazis could even face the bullets head-on without fear of death. The worst thing was death, and they would give it their all. What was really terrible was the horrific death by machine guns.

None of the unlucky people who died in machine guns could leave a whole body. Even the fanatical Nazis saw their comrades next to them being beaten into this state in an instant by a piece of high-speed metal that suddenly appeared from nowhere, and died on the spot. Most of the time, they didn't even have time to scream, and their flesh and blood, along with the slag of internal organs, were scattered all over the ground, and they died at the speed of light.

To be honest, even if it is impossible to make those most fanatical bastards feel fear, it is enough to plant a seed of trembling in their hearts and give rise to an idea of ​​empathy.

"Will I be the next one to become like this? What kind of hellish death is this?"

Yes, that's right, it is a hellish death.

If you can set up a live camera in the waiting room to play the picture, then you will definitely see that the scene in the waiting room at this moment does not look like a war, but more like the undead slaughterhouse where the hell butcher just opened a new store for a big sale, specializing in slaughtering the Nazis.

There is an unlimited supply of broken limbs, flying arms and legs, brains and blood here, visible to the naked eye, all over the ground, as much as you want.

There is no burning flame of flamethrowers, no violent bombardment of large-caliber high-explosive bombs, only the bloody rain created by the uninterrupted firepower sweep for one minute and ten seconds, and there is only metal, metal and death storm here.

"We are done! The Russians are going to beat us to a pulp. They don't even plan to occupy this place! They will use artillery shells to destroy this waiting hall!" "Shut up! We haven't lost yet! The armored train on the platform has not been lost, and we still have crossfire points to support each other! The Russians don't dare to rush in, so they waste ammunition from a long distance. This is an advantage! Our advantage! Cheer up and keep fighting!" The same thing will be understood and viewed differently by different people. In the eyes of normal people, the Germans are struggling to death and are hanging on with only one breath left. But they still think that the advantage is mine. It's because you, the Russians, have nothing to do that you dare not attack and only waste artillery shells from a long distance. Then how can we dialectically prove whose cognition is correct and make it clear? Simple, come on, tos1 will give him the whole job! "The trains on the first and second rails below the platform, right in front of the door of the waiting hall! The German armored trains are looking for death, concentrate fire to destroy them!"

The battalion commander who led the attack shouted loudly on the radio channel, calling for artillery fire. Three TOS1s that slowly and unsteadily drove into the firing position quickly responded to the call.

"Dangerous distance, pay attention to concealment! The target is the German armored train under the platform. Three cars each fire half a box, open fire!"

Swish, swish, swish--

The movement of these huge and bulky fire-breathing monsters when firing in salvos is so loud and fiery. The tail flame of the "Andryusha" heavy rocket with a diameter of up to 310 mm far exceeds the muzzle fire of any large-caliber howitzer when firing. The movement of this thing when it flies out with fire is so loud that even the 203mm Father's Hammer can only admit defeat.

Not to mention the scene of half a box salvo, that is 310 mm multiplied by 8 times the joy, and if you count the three cars firing in salvos, you have to multiply it by 3 on the basis of the previous one.

The noise made by the 24 310mm rockets fired at the same time was like a firestorm blowing on a flaming mountain. Soldiers who were a little closer to the TOS1 launcher could even feel the surrounding air burning and invisible heat waves surging. The instantaneous change from winter to summer was so abnormal and exaggerated.

Some soldiers had already nicknamed this thing "flame tank" because it was indeed worthy of the name. On the contrary, those serious flamethrower tanks carrying flamethrowers seemed to be showing off their skills in front of experts when compared with it.