"Prepare to fire!" In the body of the Soviet T-34 tank, the commander of the Soviet tank, who had already aimed at the Wittmann car, ordered with a gloomy smile on his face.

They had already lost too many tanks in front of this German tank, and until now they have not even crossed this tank and continued to attack.

Therefore, he was finally able to solve the trouble in front of him, which made his mood very relaxed, and he even couldn't help but smile on his face.

It's so refreshing to finally be able to fire and destroy this damn Leopard tank! To hell with this tank! The Soviet tank commander cursed in his heart, looking through the periscope at the paralyzed German tank.

But he suddenly felt a loud tremor, and then a piece of metal flew sideways inside the tank he was in, colliding everywhere, like a cutter, slicing through anything it came across.

For example, this hot and broken piece of iron, when it encounters the wires, easily cuts off the wires that block the way, and directly hits the steel plate behind the wires, before reversing its course.

Then it flew directly into the stomach of the Soviet artillery commander, chopped the intestines, chopped the liver, and then flew out of the back of the artillery commander with blood.

Without stopping, the shattered iron filings continued to churn in the small space like an inexhaustible source of energy, flying and sparking everywhere.

In the next moment, countless such iron filings began to scurry around the inside of the tank, like countless tiny flying swords, cutting soft things everywhere.

In an instant, the artillery commander and the commander were beaten into a sieve, and without even having a chance to shout, they directly became minced meat.

After the armor-piercing projectile penetrates the armor of the tank, it does not only create a hole, but also penetrates.

After the armor is penetrated, all armor that is last close to the piercing area will shatter and be splattered everywhere.

This fragmentation became one of the most effective means of killing the internal members of the tank, so the advanced tanks of the future will have an inner lining inside to prevent the armor from peeling.

It's just that this lining only reduces the splintering and splashing of the fragmented armor, and for the members inside the tank, there is no difference between 300 pieces of armor hitting the body and 1,000 pieces of armor hitting the body......

Death is death, and the difference may be that it is more convenient to identify the body......

World War II tanks don't have any lining to prevent peeling, so after the tank is penetrated, who survives depends entirely on luck.

Of course, the armor of World War II tanks was not that thick, the peeling was relatively small, and the chances of survival were relatively greater.

It's a pity that this time, the tank crew members in this Soviet tank are obviously not very lucky.

After a crackling thud, everyone inside collapsed to their places, covered in blood.

And the two T-34 tanks did not explode, but just stopped there, as if they were a beast that had lost its soul, lying on the steppe.

"Boom!" However, another Soviet tank exploded, attracting the attention of everyone nearby.

The KV-1 tank was thrown off the turret and exploded in its entirety, like fireworks, in the rain.

The Soviet tankers did not realize what was happening, but the third tank exploded, just like the previous KV-1.

Its turret flew several meters into the sky, and when it fell, it smashed right on top of a T-26 tank, destroying the hapless T-26 tank in one fell swoop.

"Look! Our tanks! In the headphones, in the channel of the tank company where Wittman was, the other commanders shouted loudly.

Weitmann opened his eyes and saw that not far away, the Leopard tanks were rushing into the flanks of the Soviet tanks, fiercely attacking the hapless Soviet tanks.

The Soviet tanks pointed their turrets at Wittmann's side, and their fragile side armor, as well as the armor behind the turrets, were directed towards the Leopards who had just arrived on the battlefield.

What makes people even more crazy is that the Leopard tanks did not fire at a long distance, but made a detour, killed from the anticline behind the mound, and as soon as they appeared, they came into close contact with the Soviet tanks.

It was a bold tactic that made full use of the terrain and took into account the orientation of the Soviet tanks.

The man who designed the tactics in front of him is simply a master of tank warfare! Wittman thought with admiration in his heart.

The German tanks, which had just joined the battle circle, rushed into the Soviet tank group with a huge arrow-shaped offensive, just like the cavalry units of the ancient charge.

Because the Soviets did not have the space and time to turn the turret, they could only be beaten passively, and were named by the terrifying 88mm cannon on the German tank at close range.

How close is it? The artillery of the German tanks, which fired almost against the armor of the Soviet tanks, did not need to be aimed at all, and did not need to be adjusted.

"A row of tank turrets to the left! The turret of the second row of tanks is to the right! Don't have pity on your opponents! Slaughter them! Inside the headset, a slightly immature voice gave a loud order, and the German tanks were killed in this way into the Soviet tanks.

In the past, Soviet tanks desperately approached the German tanks, but now here, the German tanks actually took the initiative to close the distance and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with tanks at a distance of more than ten meters.

The Soviet tankers did not know what was happening, and inside the tank, they could not observe what was happening around them, and could only hear someone shouting loudly over the radio.

"German tanks!" A shout with a distracting hiss that made everyone's hairs stand on end.

But where there are German tanks, no one can say. After all, the Soviet tankmen who saw the German tanks had already been killed by the German shells.

"Click!" A Soviet tank commander could not stand the oppression, and when he lifted the hatch of his tank, he poked his head out and looked at the German positions in the distance.

The German tanks there had stopped retreating, and were firing continuously, but they were still some distance away, and it should be impossible for them to make such a move.

He frowned, then looked to the other end—it didn't matter, but he saw a Leopard tank with an iron cross painted on its turret, not far behind his tank......

How could there be a German Leopard tank in your own ranks? The Soviet tank commander who saw this scene in front of him was so frightened that he almost peed his pants, and he froze in place and didn't know what to do.