Steel Soviet Union

"Where was it hit? Is anyone injured? Report the situation!"

An impatient roar blurted out in an instant. Before anyone could answer or ask a question, the only thing Malashenko could be sure of was that the roar of the diesel engine was still echoing in his ears.

At least, the engine can still work normally is the only thing that is certain and thankful for now.

boom--

Ding-ding——

The first thing that answered Malashenko was not the human language, but the roar of the 85mm D-5T tank gun right next to him.

The man was not dead, the cannon was still usable, and his eyes, which were not blind, could still stare at the bastard opposite with the smoke coming from the muzzle of the cannon.

For Iushkin, having these elements at hand is enough.

The 85mm propellant cartridge discharged from the breech fell and clanged in the shell collection box. The long 75 No. 4 tank that gave Malashenko's vehicle a "fatal blow" did not hit the first shot again. Second shot opportunity.

The 85mm custom-made full-caliber hooded armor-piercing grenade tore through the 50mm armor on the front of the turret and poured it into it. The armor-piercing delay fuse that was successfully triggered detonated and exploded before the shell reached the rear armor of the turret.

Scattering fragments and horrifying flames swept through the entire interior space of the turret. Before the three German armored soldiers could make any substantial response, their bodies were torn apart and turned into a pile of freshly baked human meat paste. Everywhere.

It was a blessing for the two surviving German armored soldiers at the front of the chassis that the ammunition on the car body did not explode. However, their bodies were burning with gasoline flames, and they looked like the Ghost Riders, but they were not much better.

The German electromechanical man who had just climbed halfway after opening the overhead hatch was the first to fall. He was hanging half-body outside the car like farm bacon hanging from the rafters during the Lunar New Year. He was killed on the spot. His whole body was burned by the flames until he was sizzling. Oil coming out.

The driver, who was slightly luckier and was not burned to death on the spot, fell to the ground with his body covered in flames. He let out a blood-curdling hellish wail and danced around on the ground, trying to use his last bit of life force to extinguish it. The deadly fire on his body.

Unfortunately, flames ignited by chemicals are not easily extinguished.

Even if the gasoline is not adulterated with white phosphorus and rubber, high-concentration gasoline with extremely low ignition point and continuous combustion BUFF is enough to take away life in a very short time.

The wail of the "Ghost Rider" German driver coming from outside the car was not very clear. It was confirmed that the No. 177 IS1 heavy tank prototype, which had been penetrated by the German bastard on the side armor of the vehicle, was constantly trying.

"Seryozha, let her move! We don't have time!"

"Move! Move quickly! You damn bastard!"

"Did you hear it? Comrade Commander, the sound in the engine compartment is not good."

Malashenko can be 100% sure that the engine of his car is in normal operation, and the surging roar of horsepower still echoes in his ears even now.

But what is incomprehensible is that no matter how Seryosha changed gears and tried to start the tank again, this steel behemoth weighing more than 40 tons still stayed in place, only that The rather distressing "click-click" noise continued to reverberate in the ears from the engine compartment at the rear of the car, enough for the entire crew to hear it clearly.

Finally, after trying the fifth start with no results, Seryosha gave up completely and immediately turned around and shouted to Malashenko.

"The car won't start, Comrade Commander! The transmission system must be damaged. I've put the gear in, but there's still no response and no effect at all!"

There are many ways to paralyze a tank on the battlefield, just destroy any one of the transmission system, engine, and external running gear. The final conclusion reached by the experienced Seryosha based on the actual situation is obviously close to ten.

The operating feel does not feel like external traveling devices such as road wheels, guide wheels, and crawlers have been damaged, and the engine can continue to operate normally and intact. In this case, the problem can only lie in the tank engine that is in the same room. On top of the rear drivetrain.

Malashenko clearly heard the report from Seryosha. As the leader of the car, Comrade Malashenko was facing a difficult decision that must be made as soon as possible.

To survive or not to perish, this is a question worth thinking about.

Abandoning the car or having anal sex, this is the difficult question Malashenko wants to get more time to think about but has no chance to hesitate anymore.

In just a few seconds, Malashenko thought about quite a few issues in his mind like a speeded-up movie.

Rationally speaking, Malashenko should abandon the car if he wants to.

A tank that has lost the ability to move on the battlefield is like an eye-catching target marked with a "shoot at me" sign. As long as the German guys on the opposite side are not blind and stupid, they will definitely focus on Malashenko first. Fire, by that time the IS1 prototype, which was already in close combat, could not withstand the attack no matter how thick its skin was. The Chang 75 No. 4 tank, which could penetrate the weak points of the IS1 armor with probability, was fully capable of burying the entire No. 177 crew in the fire. this.

The reason that really hinders Malashenko's hesitation to abandon the car is actually very simple.

Abandoning this precious IS1 prototype, Malashenko will either serve as an infantryman or drive a shabby T34 or return to KV1 in the future. This is an inevitable result in Stalingrad, where the difficulty of replenishing tanks has almost reached its end. .

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

Malashenko, who had developed an appetite, really couldn't bear to part with this treasured tank that had accompanied him on his long journeys. The relatively perfect three elements of firepower, maneuverability, and defense of the IS series heavy tanks have begun to take shape in this IS1 prototype. , which is not only the continuous summary and improvement of actual combat feedback, but also the final result of the talented display of Comrade Kogin, the father of the Red Army's heavy tanks.

Malashenko, who has a very clear understanding of the war situation, believes that once he abandons the car and escapes, there is absolutely no possibility of recovering the prototype IS1.

The crazy German infantry and tank coordination troops are attacking the tractor factory with all their strength, regardless of casualties. The defeat of the Soviet defense forces without any air support is the foreseeable final result. This IS1 prototype tank cannot move. Soon they will be completely submerged by the iron-gray torrent of German troops.

There was little time left for Malashenko to hesitate. After gritting his teeth, Malashenko finally gave the most difficult order after three seconds of reluctance.

"Abandon the car! Everyone abandon the car! Immediately!"