Steel Soviet Union

Boom——

call out--

First there was a loud explosion, and then the air-piercing scream that roared past the top of his head came half a beat later.

Just based on the human brain's reaction ability, it is almost impossible to tell which sound sounded first and which sound came half a beat later. When Alsim and his brothers heard it, These are exactly the same damn voice, and you can’t tell the order.

What is important is not what the sound is like or who comes first. What is really important is that this roar and this explosion are not coming from the Suka hunting tiger that almost killed Alsim just now, but from the completely opposite direction. The direction came suddenly, and Alsim, who took a moment to react, realized something almost instantly.

"He's saved! We can accomplish our goal!"

The explosion and the dull roar just now were definitely not sounds that could be made by small-caliber artillery. Alsim knew clearly that this must be the sound that could only be made by a main gun with a certain caliber, and this was exactly It's what I need urgently right now!

"IS7! It's IS7!!! IS7 is coming towards us, as fast as a plane! We have help!"

"Wait, something's wrong, that's it"

"It's 177! It's Comrade Division Commander's car. Comrade Division Commander's IS7 is here to support us! Long live Stalin!!! Hula!!!"

Just like Malashenko once said: My car is the most handsome guy on the battlefield. Wherever I go, it is a morale booster that can radiate my personal image and will at any time. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ c⃞ o⃞ m⃞

The Christmas tree-like turret painting has indeed greatly affected the concealment of Malashenko's vehicle, almost raising the battlefield recognition to the MAX level. It can be said that as long as the enemy on the opposite side is not amblyopic, mentally retarded or blind, Then you can definitely see it.

Everything has a price, but to put it another way, looking at it relatively, you can also say that you will get some benefits in exchange for being willing to pay the price. This is what Malashenko thinks, and of course he does.

The Guards logo, the call sign of 177 turret, the leader's division emblem, and the slogan "Revenge for the hero Kirill" has not been erased to this day.

Everything is the best way to strengthen will and morale. On this battlefield filled with artillery fire, as long as you see this IS7 heavy tank with a turret like a Christmas tree, then as a leader soldier, you will be incomparable on the spot. I am convinced and very clearly aware of one thing: the tank hero of the motherland and my comrade, the division commander, are with me and fighting side by side with me!

The huge body like a behemoth has an astonishing speed that is completely disproportionate to it. Inside this speeding steel body, Iushkin's right eye is staring at the gun scope with half a cigarette in his mouth. Just putting it there and swearing badly.

"Damn it! Missed! It blew up a group of German infantry, and the Jagdtiger can still move!"

"It doesn't matter, keep loading! Load the armor-piercing bullets!"

Malashenko, who didn't care about the defeat in the first round, gave the order decisively. The Jagdtiger in his field of vision, which had had several pieces of skirt armor blown off, was trying to turn and turn its gun. This little thing actually wanted to fire back at him!

"Armor-piercing projectiles are being loaded!"

The huge but not bulky semi-automatic loader operates rapidly under the operation of two loaders, the main and deputy loaders. The huge projectiles along with the propellant barrels are sent to the loading slide and are ready to go. As usual, they are still too lazy to fire at high speeds. Artyom and Sergey, who had used the ramrod, worked together to push the bullet into the chamber. The dull sound of the breech block closing was followed by a loud roar.

"Loading completed! Good armor-piercing bullets!"

"I'm going to blow up your big face! Damn it!"

Click——

boom--

The recoil was so huge that even the IS7 heavy tank that slowed to a stop was shaking when it fired. The 130mm cannon spewed out fury and sent the huge 130mm full-caliber hooded armor-piercing projectile out of the barrel, breaking free of the muzzle brake. After being finally restrained, it roared towards the locked target at high speed.

With the first missed shot in the previous shot as a reference correction, Iushkin, who rarely misses his shots, played extremely accurately this time.

The armor-piercing projectile that hit the sky with a scream was almost impartial and hit the bull's-eye. With the huge quilt and hood on its head, it hit the front of the hunting tiger's fighting room and the pig's nose of the cannon. On the gun mantlet near the right face.

Of course, Iushkin knew the weaknesses of a terrifying monster like the Hunting Tiger, and he also knew where to attack when encountering such a monster head-on with the Red Navy 130 cannon in his hand.

Rolled homogeneous steel armor with a physical thickness of up to 250 mm may seem extremely thick and indestructible, but it turns out that this is just what it looks and feels like.

The heavy power of the Red Navy smashed through the frontal protective armor with a physical thickness of 250 mm in just one blow, and continued to move forward and violently blast into it with the strong impact kinetic energy that had remained. Using the second shell at a distance of more than 500 meters, he completed a one-shot kill on the hunting tiger that had just appeared.

There was neither a struggle nor any unnecessary unnecessary movements. The powerful and heavy armor-piercing projectile directly penetrated the main armor belt of the Hunter. He was like a drunken man on the street, shaking all over. Stop and shake violently. After a moment that was so short that it seemed a bit long when measured in seconds, it was enveloped by a violent heat wave and exploded in an instant.

Boom——

boom--

The entire combat room was completely torn apart by the horrific explosion from the inside out, turning it into a red-flame crematorium with ventilation from the front and back and bright light from all sides.

The entire breech block, along with the barrel, was thrown forward directly from the base of the gun and blown out of the vehicle. The two armored doors for members' entry and exit located directly behind the fighting room were not spared either. After the physical lock was closed, In a dead state, he was blown away by a violent shock wave dozens of meters away and disappeared.

Except for the bare combat chamber and the body chassis that were completely welded together and still retained the basic configuration, almost all the parts of the unlucky Hunter Tiger that could be blown away had been completely removed.

There were no survivors and no one tried to abandon the car and escape. The final result after just a few seconds was a steel crematorium whose weight had been reduced from 70 tons. It was still burning and extremely hot.

First, he was bombarded in the face by a 130mm grenade, and then he was swept across by a violent explosion close at hand. He was brutally slaughtered by the fragments of parts blown off the car and the shock wave.

Among the dozen or twenty German infantrymen who were originally following the Jagdtiger, no one was standing now. They were all lying around, lying on the ground, or falling to the ground. Whether they were completely dead or half left The tone is another matter.

Of course, no one cares about this now, and it's nothing too complicated.

Looking at Comrade Division Commander's IS7 heavy tank with still smoke from its muzzle roaring up again, stepping on the accelerator and spraying thick black smoke straight towards his position, I felt excited and excited like never before. Alsim, whose high-pitched voice lingered throughout his body, turned around on the spot and raised his arms to the soldiers around him who were ready to attack, with weapons in hand and bullets loaded, and they were fully ready for the final preparation.

"Follow comrade division commander and charge!"

"Ula!!!"