Steel Soviet Union

After suffering a round of terrible shelling losses, there was no delay for too long. Soon, the second wave of offensives after the German army regrouped moved towards the Soviet defensive positions again.

"The Germans are coming up again! Get to your positions and prepare to fight!"

"Load armor-piercing ammunition, hurry up! Aim at the front one and get in position in advance, waiting for my order!"

The roaring German tanks sprayed thick black smoke and rushed over the ground. Malashenko, who had left the division headquarters before the last moment and returned to his combat post, was already in place. He poked half his head out of the telescope outside the turret and quickly gained a first-hand view of the battlefield.

"Huh? Is this Tiger King coming up? It seems that the reinforcements are in place, which is good. It will save me regretting not filling the dumplings with less stuffing."

A practical problem before him is that Malashenko cannot know in time and clearly how many reinforcements the German army he is facing has gathered to prepare for the attack.

The deficiencies in the report can only be comprehensively judged by making up for the latest situation on the battlefield. A very important factor that determines whether the current German troop concentration reaches the standard expected by Malashenko is the launch of the next wave of attacks by the Germans. Whether there was an increase in troops and by how much.

After a rough sweep, Malashenko estimated that the current second wave of the German offensive was at least twice as powerful as the first wave, and there was a high probability that it would be more.

After all, even high-magnification general-level binoculars cannot open perspective eyes to fully understand all the Kraut's troops. Malashenko can only rely on his own intuition and experience to conclude that "the Kraut" It should have become a lot stronger." This is the final judgment.

The most direct evidence is that among the German armored units that are rumbling in now, there is a figure of King Tiger that did not appear at all in the previous wave of attacks. And there were more exciting gadgets than these. Malashenko even saw some steel monsters that were farther away and could only barely see the outlines of them, slowly moving forward like moving tombs, pressing behind them.

Is it tiger hunting or something else?

Based on the current situation, Malashenko has no way to make an accurate judgment, and there will be no more time for Malashenko to find optical reconnaissance equipment with higher magnification to take a closer look.

What's even more terrible is that just when Comrade Ma was still thinking about it and was about to change the direction and take a look again, the mobile graveyards behind the group of Germans on the opposite side were already roaring and firing.

The shells came with a shrill roar in the air, and you could almost feel the distance of the hurricane blowing by your ears, whizzing straight past Malashenko. This was as terrifying as the god of death whispering in his ears, and even before Malashenko had time to react, a violent explosion followed violently behind him.

boom--

"Fuck! It's at least two kilometers away. Is this German guy just so fucking lucky!?"

Malashenko, who specializes in the position of vehicle commander, has a good ability to visually observe the approximate distance to the target.

This does not rely on the blessing of advanced equipment or special functions, it is simply a veteran commander relying on his rich combat experience. The difference in size of reference objects at various distances, the approximate height of trees, the size and length of the German cars, and the naked eye viewing performance at different distances, Malashenko already knows these data well.

Judging from Malashenko's naked eye range measurement, the test shell that was fired just now could not see the specific model of the German car, and it must have opened fire from at least two kilometers away.

To say that the accuracy of the German's first-shot shooting is so abnormal, so outrageous that he could almost use it as a sniper rifle and headshot himself on the spot. Comrade Ma would not believe it if you beat him to death. He is really a world of German technology. First?

But even if it was just pure luck, it is already very scary to be able to achieve such accuracy at a distance of two kilometers.

It is one thing that the crew itself is not simple, and that the gunner is probably a veteran, but it is another thing that the gun itself that fired this shell is very likely to be proficient in long-distance precision shooting.

With his head buzzing, Malashenko did not dare to stay outside the car any longer. Without saying a word, he immediately retracted the binoculars and the small part of his head that was sticking out. When he returned to the car, he closed the hatch and then heard It was the stupid words of this heartless guy Iushkin that almost made people vomit blood.

"Oh! Great, you're okay! I thought the shell just hit you, and I was about to drag you back to the car to rescue you. I was really scared to death!"

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Malashenko, who had a black look on his face, had no time to continue arguing with Iushkin, a cheap talker. He had almost guessed the premise of what had just made him slip away from the door of death. Next, Malashenko's expression at this moment seemed particularly solemn.

"Pay attention! This battle is not going to be easy! Those things on the opposite slope are probably scrap metal men! There is a Tiger King ahead of them, and the Germans are showing off all their elites!"

Since the battle in Kursk, Malashenko has never seen the heroic and domineering figure of "Brother Nan" again.

In fact, this is not surprising. After all, Ferdinand is a "waste recycling" product made from nearly a hundred pre-fabricated chassis of Tiger P that had nowhere to put it. The actual combat performance cannot be said to be too high, but it is definitely not very good. It can only be said to be quite satisfactory and barely qualified.

Under the premise that subsequent models and better tank destroyers are already available, the German army naturally does not need to waste resources to continue building flashy things like Nange. Therefore, Nange's production volume is fixed at nearly a hundred vehicles and has not changed since then. Therefore, the probability of encountering this thing again on the battlefield is actually quite low.

Malashenko's conclusion that the things on the other side were scrap metal men was actually based on the ultra-long-range shooting accuracy of the shot just now and the extremely fast flight speed of the shells. This effect is unlikely to be achieved by a gun of similar size. The muzzle velocity and ballistic drop are far less than those of the 88cm long Hunter Tiger. Naturally, there is no need to say more about the biggest possibility among the remaining options.

What makes Malashenko nervous is not only the second wave of changes in offensive equipment by the German army, which is replacing shotguns with cannons.

By the time the roaring King Tigers, against the anti-tank firepower that had been launched one after another by their own side, pushed hard to the place where the first wave of German attacks had been defeated. Only then did Malashenko, who had not paid any attention to this, notice that these scheming German guys had suffered a painful defeat in the first wave of attacks, and then started another round of attacks that followed. The minefield was plowed during the shelling.

The result of this was that the huge King Tigers were finally able to roar past the burning wreckage of their own tanks unimpeded, and continued to advance with a large group of German infantry behind them, pushing against the Soviet army. Anti-tank fire rushed forward.

Such a bad result really caused Comrade Lao Ma, who had originally hoped that the minefield would be more useful, to be instantly disappointed.