Steel Soviet Union

The turret speed of the Yankee's valuable tank was not much different from his own. One of his shots missed, giving the Yankee valuable time to destroy the tank.

The Americans, who seized this critical opportunity, completed the turn of the turret at a speed visible to the naked eye. The black muzzle was pointing directly in the direction of their own side. Even Wittmann himself, who frowned and witnessed this scene, At that moment, he was already prepared to be beaten, saying, "Life or death, wealth or honor is determined by heaven."

If you can't run away, you can only rely on the Tiger King's strong armor to try to withstand this fierce attack with unknown power, but there is no other way.

But what Wittman didn't expect was how to describe this precious Yankee tank after it completed the barrel pointing? Wittmann really didn't know how to describe this situation in detail, describing what he witnessed in the periscope in front of him.

To put it bluntly, it's probably like a man who has some problem in some way and is in an unspeakable situation of "not giving up"?

I don’t know what the problem is, but in short, the gun barrel cannot be lifted, and the Yankee precious tank cannot complete the last pitching and aiming operation. It is visible to the naked eye like a little kid who has had his toy taken away. Angry and anxious.

It seemed that they were debugging the turret operating mechanism. I saw that the Yankee's precious tank was already so anxious that the turret was shaking left and right like a convulsion, and it was shaking its head carrying an extra-long main gun in a small range. But no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't change the terrible situation in front of him. The "unlifted" barrel was completely motionless and couldn't be lifted.

"There's something wrong with that broken car! The helicopter is out of control, open fire and kill him!"

Wittmann was indeed an experienced battlefield veteran. What he saw in such a short moment was enough for him to make judgments and issue orders.

Even without Wittmann's order, Wegener, who had been fighting at the gunner's post, knew that every second counted. In a battle between tanks, firing even one second earlier could be the difference between life and death.

"I know! Shut up and watch!"

Wegner, who didn't like to be distracted while working, shouted loudly, used both hands, and simultaneously controlled the helicopter and steering gear. He completed the correction and aiming of the main gun that was slightly inaccurate after firing, and locked on the same target that had just missed the shot.

Hold your breath and enlarge your right eye.

The action of lightly squeezing the trigger, with sweat dripping down the temples, only lasted for a moment while time paused.

boom--

Another full-caliber armor-piercing hooded bullet came out of the barrel and struck violently.

Only this time, Wegner would never give the Yankee's "precious" tank on the opposite side any chance of luck.

Ding-ding——

Powerful armor-piercing projectiles were fired from the additional armor plate on the front of the turret that had been shattered. The vertically placed additional armor plate with a physical thickness of 80 mm was penetrated on the spot, and the high-speed projectile still had strong residual kinetic energy and continued to spiral forward.

The base armor mantlet of the turret behind the additional armor plate was also useless. In front of this armor-piercing projectile with terrifying armor-piercing power, it was the same as having it or not. It was stabbed right through the mantlet on the spot. , violent blast.

Boom boom boom——

It is estimated that the projectile was not exploded on the spot, but it was likely that the propellant barrel was ignited multiple times.

The Yankee's valuable tank was like a volcano erupting, and it was "furious" on the spot.

There was no explosion, but high-temperature flames burst out from the car, directly breaking open the closed top cover of the turret that was originally in combat mode. Two fire-breathing dragons shot straight into the sky, as bright as "twin tails" Incomparable, comparable to setting off fireworks during the Chinese New Year.

Of course, everything that seems miserable enough is not the end and end of destruction, but just the beginning.

Boom——

The powerful ejection was like a volcanic eruption, and the propellant barrel ignited. In a very short period of time, a tragic secondary disaster quickly evolved and befell the car again.

The loud explosion of the pellet and ammunition rack became the last "straw that broke the camel's back" that completely destroyed this unique-looking US tank.

The powerful ammunition explosion not only blew up the entire turret in an instant, but also set the turret base on fire and launched vertically into the sky like a rocket.

The uncontrollable explosive chemical energy also rushed out of the car and spread to the outside of the car, blowing up the hanging running gear on the left and right sides of the car body connected to the car. The addition of the additional armor plate welded on the front of the car body shows how powerful the explosive potential energy is when it bursts out of the car instantly.

Bang——

It also hits the bull's-eye impartially.

The weird-shaped turret that was blown up to the sky fell again with smoke stains blackened by the flames, and hit the turret seat of the car body that was still spitting fire. It was just that the turret was facing forward, but But it was smashed down in the form of an inversion. It was like a condemned prisoner who had been decapitated by the executioner and then placed his head with the heavenly cap down and put it back on his neck. It looked really strange and penetrating.

But after just a few seconds of "faffing around" in which he first breathed fire and then exploded, Wittmann and Wegener, who had been staring at the gun scope in front of them, finally got a clear look at the expensive Yankee. The real appearance of the physical tank after removing the additional defense.

"Damn it! This is a Pershing, a Pershing! I thought it was some kind of car, Americans really know how to modify their junk!"

It's too late, but it's soon.

Just at the moment when Wegener's angry rant was out of his mouth and before Wittmann's reply could be spoken, unexpected blows came one after another, hitting him directly in the face.

Ding-ding——

Donglong——

call out--

crackling——

"Damn it! Hit in multiple places! Repeat, hit in multiple places!"

The harsh metal impact of the projectile hitting the armor plate echoed inside the car and went straight to his head. Wittmann, who realized that several other surviving US tanks had already taken action, didn't care too much and hurriedly roared and spoke.

"Everyone, report the situation! Whether it was penetrated!"

"The driver is fine!"

"I'm okay!"

"The gunner is fine!"

"Both the main and auxiliary loaders are still there, but it looks like they haven't been penetrated? How are you, commander?"

"Reverse! Reverse, reverse quickly! Maneuver, quickly!"

The position was locked and beaten. If you didn't reverse the car and just thought about carrying it, it would be pure fucking stupid behavior.

Wittmann, who felt no pain, knew clearly that he was fine. Since the others in the crew were also fine, it was a very simple and straightforward situation: Whether the Yankees' shells were ricocheting or not, their impact energy had been exhausted. Anyway, it’s just an unfinished business. Long live the Tiger King!

"Fak! Two rounds ricocheted at the top of the barrel, and one round went off the edge of the turret. Are you all looking at the gun mirror and jerking off!?"