"Ulla...... Ula ......"

Although the interior of the IS-2 tank in motion was no less noisy than other tanks of the era, Captain Valenla, sitting in the turret, could clearly hear the heart-warming chants outside the car through the half-hidden roof hatch.

"Well done, really good!" Valenla secretly applauded the infantry comrades in his heart, the Russian army was known for its bravery, and the Soviet Russian army inherited this tradition and carried it forward. Valenla felt that in the face of such a powerful charge, even the strongest defensive line would be destroyed, and even the most stubborn enemy would collapse, and this time, as long as they were not interfered with by foreign powers as before, as long as their own logistics were kept open, they would definitely be able to capture Orenburg, the capital of Democratic Russia, and then take advantage of the situation to occupy the whole of Democratic Russia, attack the Far East, and finally unify Russia.

When Valenla was busy dreaming of a better future, suddenly someone shook his feet vigorously, Valenla knew that it was a signal that the gunner had completed the loading, although most of the tanks of the Soviet Russian army were installed with in-vehicle communication equipment, but due to some technical reasons, the effect of these equipment was not good when actually used, so many Soviet and Russian tankers used both mouth and hand when communicating in the car in the battle, of course, some simple communication can be completed only through body movements, And this did not in any way affect the formation of a crack armored force by the Russians.

Although the tanks currently equipped by the Soviet Russian Army are not much better than those of Democratic Russia, the quality and experience of tank crews are definitely higher than those of their opponents, and their high morale is not comparable to that of their opponents.

"I don't know if the shelling just now destroyed the enemy's guns, or it's safer to fire another shot there!" Valenla thought to herself, and her eyes searched through the observation hole for the "enemy artillery position" just now. At this time, several bright flames flashed not far from the place where Valenla had fired earlier, and for a veteran like Valenla, who had served in the artillery unit for five years and served in the tank unit for another four years, it was easy for him to distinguish between the muzzle fireworks and other flames, and he could even determine the model of the opponent's artillery based on the size and shape of the flames.

"That's definitely one size bigger than the caliber of the 76.2 mm gun!" Valenla was more certain of his previous speculation, but the excitement that had surged from the bottom of his heart had not lasted for two seconds. The huge explosion and the obvious shaking of the tank hull followed, and at this time Valenla still had some good luck in his heart - the shell did not directly hit his tank, not even within 5 meters, although the IS-2 tank he commanded was named after Joseph Stalin, the supreme commander of the Soviet Russian armed forces, but honor cannot be used as a weapon, the IS-2 part borrowed from the design of the German Type 3 tank, the total combat weight was 28 tons, and it was equipped with a 75mm gun of the same caliber as the Type 3 tank. The side and rear armor of the tank were sacrificed for speed and travel, but the frontal defense of the hull was strengthened, and its inclined armor was equivalent to 80 mm thick vertical homogeneous steel armor plates, which could withstand most anti-tank guns of the Democratic Russian Army at a distance of 1,000 meters, except for the effective distance of the German-made "Iron Fist 2" individual anti-tank rocket launcher attack other than the front of the hull.

With a large number of brave infantry in coordination, Valenla is not worried about the Russian soldiers with rocket launchers and incendiary bombs in their hands, and as far as he knows, the Russian army has less than 50 large-caliber anti-tank guns on this long front, and as for the 45mm anti-tank guns that have been eliminated by the German Army, so far there is no record of destroying IS-2 tanks from the front!

But this time Valenra may have miscalculated. The sound of successive explosions that followed from around him made him feel bad. He ventured his head out of the turret, and sure enough, two tanks of the same model were on fire. One of them had lost its turret, and the other had nearly blown its hull to pieces, just after the sound of their ammunition exploding.

"Oh my God!" Until he retracted his head back into the tank, Valenla still saw the scene of the two IS-2s burning, although he could not see the corpses of the two groups of tankmen, but Valenla was sure that they would have no chance of escape in this situation - the enemy shells obviously pierced the tank's armor and then exploded inside, and the power was quite amazing!

Surrounded by Russian infantry running forward with rifles, Valenla didn't have the confidence he had just now, and he could even sense a hint of cowardice growing in his heart. His fingers pressed tightly on the firing button of the tank gun, but for some reason he didn't press it. After a moment of hesitation, Valenla's mind raced at high speed.

"Peter, Peter!" He shouted the driver's name while kicking his seat, "Turn left!" Left! ”

With the skillful cooperation of the tank crew, the tank, which was originally intended for assault operations, quickly made a steering maneuver. After traveling about 15 meters to the left, Valenra asked the driver to reorient the tank again and increase the speed as fast as possible, and the IS-2 broke away from the original assault line and plunged diagonally to the right of the opposing position.

None of the other three crew members in the tank questioned this adjustment, including the young gunner, who was still holding a normal howitzer shell. They clearly didn't know exactly what was going on outside, and they entrusted their absolute trust to their commander, Valenla, during the battle.

Although this action saved Valenla's crew from becoming the third Russian tank to be destroyed in the battle, Valenla did not allow his gunners to withdraw the normal grenade from the chamber in time and replace it with an armor-piercing shell, which was the only way they could threaten the number one enemy on the battlefield.

From his observation hole, Valenla saw that the muzzle flame of the cannon fire had reappeared in the same place just now, and this time he could see the number of "guns" on the other side: 5!

"Good guys!"

Valenra secretly took care of herself in her heart, and then quickly transmitted a "stop" signal to the driver, and she quickly adjusted the muzzle of the gun to the direction where the flames had just come out. As soon as the tank stopped, he pressed the firing button, and the 28-ton tank suddenly shook violently.

"Onward, full speed ahead!" Valenra hurriedly commanded. At this time, the young tanker also quickly withdrew the empty shells in the barrel, and a strong smell of gunpowder suddenly filled the small space inside the tank, and the exhaust fan turned desperately until all the suffocating gas was replaced with fresh air.

Valenla stared at the "enemy artillery position" more than 1,000 yards away through the observation hole, but he was disappointed except for the explosion of the shell he fired. There was no subsequent explosion - at least it means that he did not hit the enemy's stacked ammunition, and in such a night battle, he could not judge the results of his shelling.

A few seconds later, two shells whizzed down on the place where Valenla's tank had just stayed, and the huge explosion behind him couldn't help but make Valenla sigh, it seemed that he had indeed hit a big nail, and for his comrades, Valenla could only silently wish them good luck at this moment.

After about 1 minute of moving on. Valenla finally made a decision, and he lightly stepped on the gunner's right shoulder with his foot.

"Grenade! Grenade! ”

The gunner stuffed the pointed cannonball in his hand into the chamber, then closed the gun door with a clang, shook his feet, and signaled that the cannon was ready to be fired.

According to observations, Valenra knew that her tanks were within 1,000 yards of the enemy position, and that the infantry were in the vanguard ahead of her, but they appeared to be being held back in front of the enemy position. Looking at the dense rain of bullets bursting out from the enemy's position, Valenla seemed to see the heroic scene of his infantry brothers going forward one after another, at this time. He wanted to drive a tank up and crush the lackeys of imperialism. But. Now every step his tank takes closer to the enemy's position, the danger of being destroyed by those 5 cannons increases by one point, think of this. Valenla decided to take another risk.

"Stop!"

At that moment, two more shells landed nearby, and Valenla, knowing that they were coming for him, desperately shook the handle to adjust the direction of the muzzle, and then adjusted the angle of the muzzle according to the distance, and in half a manual situation, all this was done in 10 seconds. Immediately after this shot, Valenla did not immediately call the driver to "move forward", but prayed and stared at the observation hole on the front of the tank.

The 45-fold 75mm cannon grenade flew to the target in the blink of an eye, and the orange fire that rose immediately after it was very conspicuous in the dark night. However, this lonely flame disappointed Valenla once again, and while ordering the tanks to move quickly, he finally figured out a problem, the large-caliber artillery came from the opposing tank or self-propelled guns, not ordinary infantry artillery.

Suddenly, the fire flickered on the opposite position, and with a characteristic shrill sound, two shells whizzed and exploded on the ground before the Russian tankers had time to react. The sound that almost burst the eardrum made Valenla unable to tell whether the distance of the shell was 5 meters or 3 meters, and the strong shock wave caused the 28-ton steel chariot to shake violently, and Valenla's left arm slammed into the hard wall, and a piercing pain almost made him faint, but the commander's duty did not allow him to hesitate.

"Turn left! Turn left! He endured the pain and shouted loudly, and at this moment he had only one thought in his heart, that is, Peter, the driver, must not be fine.

Thankfully, Valenla's tank was turning to the left, albeit with a slight slowness.

A few seconds later, a violent explosion was heard on the right, and this time the tremor of the car was noticeably less, and Valenra breathed a sigh of relief. He continued to drive for about two minutes before he ordered Peter to stop the car and carefully opened the hatch himself.

The battlefield is still dense with guns and cannons, the sound of killing is shocking, flares are constantly rising, emitting dazzling mountains and falling, all kinds of shells drag short tail flames to shuttle between the positions, strings of bullets constantly scanning the battlefield.

Valenla took out his binoculars and looked around, he was indeed out of the center of the battlefield, in the place where the gunfire was most intensive, the Soviet Russian infantry was still attacking the opponent's position, but the fire on the opponent's position was extremely fierce, Valenla did not know how many Russian young people would die tonight, but he knew that if he didn't do something, more infantry would only fall under the enemy's fierce fire.

"Hey, comrade, you belong to that division?" Valenra shouted to a group of infantry not far away who were marching in the direction of the enemy's position.

An officer, dressed up, then left the ranks and replied loudly: "We are from the 9th Guards Brigade!" Comrade tank crew! ”

"Do you have any special assignments?" Valenra looked at the officer's soldiers, all of them in full gear as if they had been withdrawn from the battlefield to rest.

"Yes, comrade tankmen! Any questions? ”

"If you're going to take a detour from here!" Pointing to the enemy position, Valenla said, "I want to be on the same path!" ”

The young infantry officer thought for a moment, "Can you tell me your number?" Homosexuals! ”

"The 18th Separate Tank Regiment! We've been scattered, and now we don't have time to go back to our troops, the enemy fire is so heavy that we have to go up and help our allies! Valenra exclaimed.

"Alright then!" The infantry officer quickly decided, "Let's outflank the past together and take those imperialist lackeys by surprise from the right!" ”

"Alright, let's go! My name is Valenla, a lieutenant! ”

"Okay, my name is Gennahi, second lieutenant!"

Half an hour later, they appeared in the relatively weakly defended part of the enemy's position, and under the onslaught of Valenla and his tanks, they quickly broke through the outermost barbed wire section of the opposing side, the enemy's trenches were in front of them, and the Russian infantry were even ready to fight with bayonets.

"Comrades, for the Fatherland, for the Victory ......" Gennahi's chant was not over, and a heart-pounding burst of machine guns easily took his young life.

Under the firelight, Valenla saw a white object appear less than 300 meters ahead, when he saw the real face of the other party, his heart was surprised and happy, surprised that this was a tank that he had never seen before and looked very strong, happy that the muzzle of the other party was not aimed at him when he appeared, and he only needed to adjust the muzzle slightly, and he could fire at the opponent in two seconds at most.

As an experienced tank commander, Valenra knew that the other side must have spotted him at this point, as if he could see the opponent's turret turning, and in such encounters, the first side to fire the cannon was often the winner, and when he finished adjusting and put his finger on the shooting button, Valenla's heart raced.

With two loud bangs less than half a second apart, Valenra felt a complete sense of relief in his heart, a 75mm gun with a diameter of 45 times, and a distance of 300 meters, he believed that his gun could penetrate any tank, including the best tank of the Germans.

However, after the smoke cleared, Valenra was horrified to find that the other party was still intact, and the muzzle of the black hole was clearly making final adjustments.

Valenla was dumbfounded, his heart almost stopped beating at this moment, the tank engine was still rumbling and making noise, the gunner opened the door as usual and withdrew from the empty shell, the shell fell on the bottom plate of the tank with a crisp clang, grenade or armor-piercing shell, the young gunner was still waiting for his instructions, and then when the other gun's muzzle burst into blazing flames, Valenla knew that it was all over. (Full Text)