Steel Soviet Union

The only person who can save Keshel is himself, and Kalvus knows this very well.

Seeing the two IS6s that were paralyzed on the ground and unable to move, they still did not give up and continued to fight. In his heart, he just cursed these Russians for being so stubborn. However, Kalvus had no other choice and risked everything to fight. This was the moment. only option.

"Charge up! Hit the one on the left with the fastest turret first!"

The threats posed by the two IS6s vary greatly. Killing the one whose turret is about to finish aiming first is the top priority right now. The King Tiger with the turret call number 217 moved forward as quickly as possible under the calm command of Kalvus. Inside the long black 88 gun barrel was a full-caliber capped armor-piercing round that had already been loaded into the chamber.

There is only one chance. If he misses it, Keshel will die, and the next person to die will be himself.

Kalvus, who also leaned half of his upper body out of the turret in order to get a better view, held his breath and concentrated. When the No. 217 Tiger King, traveling at full speed cross-country, finally passed the expected best shooting point, his right hand was placed on his throat. Calvus, who didn't put down the button on the microphone, just screamed and made a quick decision.

"Aim at the rear of the turret and fire!"

boom--

The tense and suffocating battle against the clock didn't even have time to completely stop the tank and shoot accurately. If Kalvus didn't give the order to fire, the next gunshot would be the iconic roar of the Russian 122 cannon. Damn it. People will be Kosher, without exception.

Rather than miss the opportunity, it is better to attack decisively.

Even if the accuracy of firing while moving cannot be guaranteed at all, it is still better than doing nothing. Everything is bet on this shell that can determine life or death.

Ding-ding——

boom--

Maybe it's because he's really lucky, or because it's relatively easy to hit a stationary target, plus the gunner's superb gunnery skills and the long-88's outstanding accuracy, as well as the various ways to close the distance after sprinting for a while. The sum of factors leads to the current result.

But whatever the reason, Calvus succeeded.

The 88mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile, screaming in the wind, broke through the armor on the back of the turning IS6 turret and hit it accurately.

The first ready-to-fire ammunition rack placed at the rear end of the turret could not withstand such a violent bombardment. The only result was the explosion of the ammunition induced by the charge of the projectile warhead that exploded instantly. The loud explosion that soared into the sky accompanied by the flames destroyed this The IS6 was dismembered and blown to pieces on the spot.

Not only was the turret directly ripped off the vehicle body, but even the running gear and road wheels were blown away like a drink bottle kicked away by a naughty boy. They flew far away, smoking and on fire, trailing black smoke. In the wake, the whole vehicle was packed up and down, and it was launched. Only a few rounds of the remaining 122 cannons were used, and the power of the explosion was so terrifying.

Don't expect that the tragic death of his comrades will have any effect on this group of Russians. Even if they only have the last car left, Kalvus firmly believes that this group of extraordinary enemies will definitely continue to fight. There is no giving up in the dictionary, let alone surrender.

What happened next was just as Kalvus expected. The other paralyzed IS6 not far away was still turning the turret desperately, as if it was blown over and hit the turret with a loud bang. The ringing wreckage of half a road wheel had no effect on it at all. The only goal in the eyes of these Russians was to kill their already locked-in sworn enemy until death.

"Kosher! Don't stop, that Russo is still targeting you!"

Calvus, who was getting angry, was roaring and shouting.

"I know! I know!!! Damn it! I have to find a way to kill it, we both fire together, you have to help me!"

Koshel was so nervous that his voice changed, and his hands began to shake. Even the ace elite could not remain absolutely calm when facing death, not to mention that this was still more exciting than death. A desperate wait for death.

Either you die or I live, there is no other possibility.

Seeing that the Russian artillery line was about to catch up with him, Koshel was desperate and furious. Even if you die, I will support you to see who can fight who! The most primitive instinct of male creatures not to admit defeat is fully demonstrated at this moment.

"Stop! Prepare to shoot, aim at the side armor, let's take it out!"

Koschel's No. 213 King Tiger suddenly braked to a stop like a dump truck blocked by a roadblock at a toll booth. There was no point in continuing to run. In short, it was impossible to drag Carlius to another stop in this way. Fire in support, the only one who can save you is yourself.

While the No. 213 King Tiger gun barrel that suddenly braked was still shaking and not completely still, the enemy suddenly stopped fleeing, but the paralyzed IS6, which finally completed its aiming, took the lead and led its crew from beginning to end. The Red Army commander who stood at the Man of Steel's post roared an order again.

"Fire!"

boom--

The mighty roar of the 122 main gun rang out, and the sub-caliber armor-piercing projectile that had been loaded in the chamber and had no time to fire was finally shot out with fire and flames at this moment.

The sub-caliber piercing shot that was originally planned to deal with the King Tiger's strong frontal armor was now fired towards the side. The close enough distance ensured that the piercing shot could hit the target without being shot off to some unknown place again. go.

However, the hasty aiming did not allow much time for calibration. The bullet escaped from the shell and finally hit the rear center of the Tiger King's body, piercing the side armor and pouring into it, and directly entered the power compartment at the rear of the vehicle.

Crack, bang, creak-

An indescribable sound of metal friction and twisting that made people's teeth ache and ears ache came from the rear of the car. No one knew what kind of terrible damage the power compartment of the Tiger King No. 213, which had just stopped, had suffered in an instant. Only the raging flames that spewed out at that moment were like the last sign before the volcanic eruption.

"Kosher and the others were hit! Oh my God!!!"

Kalvus, who saw the whole scene, clenched his teeth and did not speak, but the gunner beside him who also witnessed the scene was frightened and screamed.

With his hand on his throat, he was about to press the button to tell Kosher to get out of the car quickly. No matter how many people were left alive, he should abandon the car first. Karvus, who had never taken his eyes off the commander's periscope, saw something even more shocking. It's still moving! Kosher's Tiger II turret, call sign 213, was still moving! They haven't given up yet!