After firing six shells, there was already a pile of steel garbage in front of me. The IS-7 cannon also became extremely hot, and the ammunition belt of the semi-automatic loader was empty, requiring a long and long reloading. And while it was spraying out violent firepower
Finally, the location of this giant beast was naturally exposed.
The exhilaration of killing six tanks in one breath is comparable to the climax of love! But for the American soldiers who were under fire, it was a hellish nightmare. The lying American soldiers screamed and found the radio they carried.
Report the situation to the superior commander in the rear.
"Support, request for support, we are under heavy enemy artillery attack."
"The enemy's firepower was too strong, and we lost six Pershings in an instant. Now the road is blocked, making it difficult for the tanks in the rear to move forward."
"The enemy is hiding on the hillside by the roadside. The coordinates are ***.***. We need fire support from howitzers. Oh..., damn it!"
Behind them, on the mountain tops around Gutuli, US military artillery observers were staring intently at the road two or three kilometers away, but the white fog that suddenly appeared in the early morning obscured their sight.
I originally thought that a powerful armored force would be able to attack easily, but now what I saw in the thick fog were six smoking bonfires and chaotic calls for help on the radio.
There were six 105mm howitzers in Gutu. After receiving the coordinates sent back from the front, the artillery responded very quickly and immediately opened fire to provide support. The artillery commander repeatedly asked about the shooting effect on the radio, hoping to hear something useful.
information, but actually...
"It came out, it came towards us."
"Help, who will stop this guy?"
"My leg, my leg is broken, I need medics."
Hearing these miserable screams, many officers in Tuguli had a question in their minds: What happened to the armored detachment that just left? They were a powerful armored battalion. Who could beat them so badly?
At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng was driving his steel mount forward quickly. The 130mm main gun was great to use, but the shells were bulky and heavy. He didn't have two minutes to reload the chamber and ammunition belt.
Can't figure it out at all.
Two minutes was too long, enough for the enemy's artillery to plow the area where Zhou Qingfeng was two or three times with shells. So he decided to rush out and give the enemy a hard time!
The original version of the IS-7 was a tank that was extremely powerful on the outside but quite narrow on the inside. The Bear never cared about ergonomics. The tank shook violently while it was running, and basically nothing could be done.
The 'Teletubbies' modified by Zhou Qingfeng is quite spacious. Not to mention the space and weight freed up by the electric transmission, the American radio station alone is smaller than the Soviet-style radio station. Various exquisite subsystems replace the stupid and bulky ramming of the bear.
Good product, easy to use, convenient and comfortable.
The 1,200-horsepower diesel generator provided strong power and torque to drive the more than 60-ton tank forward. Since the road had been blocked by the destroyed 'Pershing', Zhou Qingfeng took advantage of the excellent suspension of his tank.
Characteristics of driving on rugged hillsides.
The American soldiers scattered on both sides of the road were immediately in danger. When they heard the sound of the tanks approaching, the steel giant had already run in front of them. Some people panicked and fled, but some were killed and injured.
An IS-7 crewman emerged from the top of the turret and operated the M2HB heavy machine gun outside to continuously shoot at the American soldiers who fell behind the tank. Yes, Zhou Qingfeng used an American machine gun to facilitate the use of captured ammunition.
While IS-7 was rushing forward, there was a string of US tanks and armored vehicles behind the road. Seeing this domineering tank emerging from the fog, a bunch of chirping screams rang out on the radio again.
"Discover the target."
"Fire!"
"Well done!"
"Hit."
"It seems to have penetrated!"
"One more shot and they'll be dead."
"Hit the target hard."
"We beat the enemy hard."
"Ricochet!"
"We failed to penetrate their armor."
"Target disappears."
The first six 'Pershings' were destroyed, and the tank commanders behind them were frightened to the extreme. As soon as they saw the IS-7 appear, a bunch of muzzles were aimed at them and fired. Just a bunch of pinging bells and banging noises.
As the shells hit, the mood of the US tank crew dropped from the peak to the bottom. This tank with extremely thick armor was fine and continued to move forward like a madman.
The shells made a clanging sound on the body of the IS-7, basically hitting the wedge-shaped main armor on the front. Since Zhou Qingfeng put all the night vision goggles and other equipment back into the vehicle before the impact, the US artillery shells except
There were white spots left on the main armor, and nothing was gained.
The US tank reloaded and wanted to fire a second round, but found that the furious tank ran behind it in the blink of an eye. Even if someone was quick and wanted to fire the side armor when the IS-7 passed by, they found that the depression angle of the gun was out of reach.
This enemy tank passed by.
There are only eleven US tanks left on the road, and behind them are all armored vehicles and trucks. When Zhou Qingfeng directed the IS-7 to pass the tanks in front, the thin-skinned little pitiful people in front of him were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered one after another.
Extremely delicious.
"Don't use the main gun, use the secondary gun to hit armored vehicles, and use the machine gun to hit trucks and infantry." Zhou Qingfeng would go crazy and laugh from ear to ear. He rushed into the enemy's position not only to avoid the enemy's howitzers, but also to avoid the enemy's howitzers.
It's just to eat these weak scum behind.
The interior space of the modified IS-7 is large, but the main gun can only hold 60 rounds of ammunition. The 40mm secondary gun is fed by a belt, which has 300 rounds of artillery shells, and the machine gun has more than 2,000 rounds.
The firepower is extremely durable.
Compared to the slow-loading main gun, the platoon deputy, who serves as the gunner, also has a soft spot for the rapid-fire secondary gun. He aimed at the Greyhound armored vehicle in front, and found that the little guy was using 37
Millimeters of small tubes shot at him.
The tinkling sound was simply the wail before death.
The platoon deputy pressed the firing button, and the 40mm semi-armor-piercing grenade easily penetrated the thin armor of the Greyhound. The power of the explosion was just right, killing and injuring the crew inside.
The IS-7 penetrated the enemy so easily, sweeping through all obstacles in front of it with its sharp artillery fire. After killing several armored vehicles and personnel carriers, it didn't even need the secondary guns. The machine guns in the turret and front of the vehicle were enough.
Deal with those unprotected transport trucks.
The motorized U.S. infantry had to jump off one after another and hurriedly sought cover on the roadside. When the IS-7 turret's machine gun began to fire at them, the vehicle itself even directly hit the truck blocking the road.
A solid tank of more than 60 tons collided with a truck weighing two or three tons. This was a hearty ravage. Zhou Qingfeng's fight all the way was completely unexpected by the US military. No one expected that he would face such an unreasonable truck.
of super tanks.
When they rushed to the rear of the armored detachment, almost all of the more than fifty armored vehicles and trucks were smoking. All the materials loaded on the vehicles were lost, and all the personnel fled, causing heavy casualties. Several trucks transporting oil even ignited fires and flames.
raging.
The U.S. troops on the top of Gutuli Mountain behind were in a daze. They were watching the fires rising in the mist and listening to the calls for help coming from the radio. But they could do nothing. They didn't even know what their comrades were facing.
What?
The IS-7, which had already rushed to the rear of the enemy, finally completed loading the main gun. This time including one round in the chamber, it could eject seven rounds in a row. Zhou Qingfeng ordered the tank to turn around and shouted to the driver: "
Fight back and kill until the enemy's soul is gone!"