Chapter 890 Tiger Roars at Dawn (Part 2)

The wide square shoebox body, the pepper bottle-shaped muzzle brake with a wisp of smoke, and the unforgettable 11-ton heavy armored turret

Malashenko, who expected that such a day would come sooner or later in an unexpected way, had already made psychological preparations. The situation he had been working hard to set up from last year to now was waiting for this moment to come!

"Oh my God! What the hell is that? It's bigger than our car!"

"Mouslet! It's turning the muzzle! Seryosha, maneuver, take us away from here, quickly!"

Iushkin, who was shocked by the huge steel body through the gun mirror in front of him, had not finished speaking, and Malashenko, with sweat on his forehead, immediately opened his mouth and gave an order.

"Eight hundred meters is at least eight hundred meters away. This damn Tiger can hit the target with the first shot at eight hundred meters away. It's amazing!"

By comparing the size of the reference objects in the field of vision, he roughly calculated the exact distance between the Tiger tank and himself. Malashenko, who was also filled with strong shock in his heart, was not sure how many Tigers he would encounter in this battle, but the only priority was to get rid of the Tiger in front of him with a snow-white winter camouflage paint.

Almost at the same time as Sheliasha rushed forward, he opened fire. The whole tiger body and the muzzle of the Tiger tank shook, and once again sprayed out hot muzzle fire.

As an ordinary human, Malashenko could not react in the short time when the projectile flew towards him. The 39-type capped armor-piercing projectile with a muzzle velocity of 810 per second whistled in an instant. The dull sound of hitting the armor surface and the piercing scream of tearing the air were simply numb.

Ding-bang--

Swish--

"Son of a bitch! Hit!"

The emergency order given by Malashenko at the critical moment saved the lives of all the people in the vehicle. Under Seryosha's precise operation, the IS1 heavy tank, which surged again, avoided the fatal blow.

The 88mm full-caliber armor-piercing shell hit the irregular area on the side of the turret. The shooting angle of more than 70 degrees directly bounced the full-caliber armor-piercing shell that smashed the wind cap and the hood, leaving a silver-white shell tracer pointing obliquely to the sky and rushing up.

"Asshole! That's the 88 gun, the damn 88 gun!"

Iushkin, praised by Lavrinenko as the best gunner, has a very special skill. He remembers and knows the sound of any weapon on the battlefield that can threaten his life.

In addition to the roar of the Stuka and the shriek of the aerial bombs falling, the sound of the 88mm gun among the German ground equipment was most clearly remembered by Iushkin.

High accuracy, straight trajectory, and muzzle velocity so fast that it is difficult to escape even in a mobile state. The powerful armor-piercing firepower even has the probability of killing the latest IS1 heavy tanks head-on.

As long as the roar of the German 88mm gun sounded, the battle in any state would turn into a tragic and tough battle. This is a battlefield truth that Iushkin has summed up since last year.

"The Germans' new heavy tank, the Tiger heavy tank! The main gun has a caliber of 88mm, which is the same anti-aircraft gun we encountered in the past!"

"All crews drive forward at full speed. Only when you advance to 500 meters can you ensure the destruction of this monster, and let the infantry keep up and maintain the formation"

Boom——

Before Malashenko, who was holding the radio transmitter and pressing the communication button, finished speaking, the Tiger tank that failed to kill Malashenko's No. 177 command vehicle in one shot roared again. The Tiger tank, which had barely changed its turret direction and only slightly adjusted its steering gear, was no longer aiming at Malashenko's car.

Not all Soviet tank soldiers had the quick response and precise coordination of Malashenko's crew, or the invincible luck of surviving disasters.

The IS1 heavy tank, which was firmly locked in the reticle of the gun scope by the Tiger tank gunner, was hit directly on the front armor of the turret without any time to react.

The semi-arc gun shield armor with a physical thickness of 100 mm was still not enough to withstand the bombardment of the terrible 88 gun even at a distance of 800 meters.

The capped armor-piercing projectile that penetrated the gun shield armor directly, leaving a large hole, successfully triggered the armor-piercing delay fuse. The 10-kilogram armor-piercing projectile containing 108 grams of TNT equivalent charge exploded on the spot near the first ammunition rack at the rear end of the turret, releasing flames.

The turret that flew up into the sky like a rocket, the flaming coffin that was as terrifying as a crematorium, and the tank wreckage that was torn into flying fragments by the strong explosion of ammunition

Malashenko saw this scene clearly through the commander's periscope in his hand and gritted his teeth. The front armor of the IS1 heavy tank was not immune to the bombardment of the Tiger tank's 88 gun at a distance of 800 meters. The heavy defensive armor that was domineering in front of the No. 3 and No. 4 tanks became so vulnerable at the moment. The tragic scene of being hit by the explosion was the best interpretation of this.

Boom-Boom-

Even with Malashenko's order, some crews who did not believe in evil or were extremely confident in the power of their own vehicles still started to fire fiercely at the huge and bulky German steel monster at a distance of 800 meters.

The 85mm wind cap armor-piercing bullet that was ejected from the barrel tore the dawn sunlight under the rising sun and rushed straight towards the huge enemy lying on the half slope.

Ding bang——

The 85mm windshield armor-piercing shells that could kill any known German tank on the spot in the past are no longer effective.

The heavy 102mm thick rolled homogeneous steel armor on the front of the vehicle body has no suspense and has withstood the attack from 800 meters away.

The white camouflage painted front armor of the vehicle body has a few half-deep pits that are not penetrated, and the Tiger tank, which is still standing still and looks like a Taishan, seems to be not afraid of these attacks at all. How could the Russians' broken tractors penetrate the latest German war machines? Now is the time to tell the Russians with cruel facts that the new king is born.

Seeing that several armor-piercing shells hit the Tiger that was too lazy to move without any effect, Malashenko, who was very angry at this group of unbelieving subordinates, immediately raised his hand and grabbed the radio transmitter beside him and cursed.

"Have you had your brain crushed by the tracks? Five hundred meters, I repeat! Five hundred meters is the only way to ensure that this monster can be penetrated head-on. All crews move forward immediately! Charge!"

After a lot of useless work, no crew dared to disobey the brigade commander's roaring order.

Just when Malashenko was about to rush to the effective penetration distance with the 88 gun and destroy the damn Tiger with his own hands, he just led the team to move.

After the halfway slope trembling with wind and snow, a terrible roar of multiple roars followed again.