. "Ula...Ula..."

Although the internal noise of the marching I-2 tank is not smaller than that of other tanks of this era, the head of the car sitting in the turret can still clearly hear the slogans that make bloody outside the car through the half-closed roof hatch.

"Good, really good!" Varianla secretly applauded the infantry comrades in his heart. The Russian army is known for its bravery, while the Soviet army has inherited this tradition well and carried it forward. Varianla feels that in the face of such a shocking charge, no matter how strong the defense line is, it will be destroyed, and no matter how stubborn the enemy will collapse. This time, as long as the foreign forces are no longer interfered with as before, as long as their own logistics supply remains unblocked, they will be able to conquer Orenburg, the capital of democratic Russia, and then take advantage of the situation to occupy the entire democratic Russia, attack the Far East and ultimately unify Russia.

While Vulianla was taking a break from her busy schedule to dream of a bright future, someone suddenly shook his feet hard. Vulianla knew that it was a signal that the gunner had completed the loading. Although most of the Soviet army's tanks were equipped with in-vehicle communication equipment, due to some technical reasons, the actual effect of these equipment was not good. Therefore, many Soviet tankers used both mouth and hands when communicating in-vehicles during combat. Of course, some simple communication can be completed only through physical movements, and this will not affect the formation of a strong armored force in the Soviet Union.

Although the tanks equipped by the Soviet Army are not much better than those of democratic Russia, the quality and experience of tank soldiers are definitely higher than those of the opponent, and the high morale is even more comparable to that of the opponent.

"I don't know if the artillery bombardment just now destroyed the enemy's cannons, or it's safer to fire it there!" Varrenla thought in her heart, and her eyes searched for the "enemy artillery position" just now through the observation hole. At this time, several bright flames flashed not far from where Varrenla had fired. For veterans like Varrenla who had served in the artillery force for five years and entered the tank unit for another four years, it was easy to distinguish the fireworks from the muzzle and other firelights. He could even judge the model of the opponent's artillery based on the size and shape of the flame.

"That's definitely a larger caliber than the 76.2mm cannon!" Varila was more sure of his previous speculation at this time, but the excitement that surged from his heart had not lasted for two seconds. The huge explosion and the obvious shaking of the tank body followed. At this time, Varila was still a little lucky in her heart - the shells did not hit his tank directly, and they did not even fall within 5 meters. Although the I-2 tank he commanded was named after Joseph Stalin, the supreme commander of the Soviet Russian armed forces, honors cannot be used as weapons. For use, the I-2 part draws on the design of the German Type 3 tank. The combat weight is 28 tons and is equipped with a 75mm gun with the same caliber as the Type 3 tank. In order to ensure speed and travel, the side and rear armor of the tank were sacrificed, but the front defense of the vehicle body was strengthened. The defense of its inclined armor is equivalent to a vertical homogeneous steel armor plate with a thickness of 80 mm. It can withstand most anti-tank guns of the democratic Russian army at a distance of 1,000 meters. It is only afraid of the German "Iron Fist 2" individual anti-tank bazooka attacks other parts except the front of the vehicle body.

With a large number of infantry fighting for the first time, Varianla was not worried about the rocket launchers and incendiary bombs in the hands of civilian and Russian soldiers. As far as he knew, the civilian and Russian army had less than 50 large-caliber anti-tank guns on this long front. As for the 45mm anti-tank guns eliminated by the German army, there has been no record of destroying the I-2 tanks from the front!

But this time, Varianla probably miscalculated. The subsequent continuous explosions from around him made him feel bad. He took the risk of poking his head out of the turret. Sure enough, two tanks of the same type next to him were in a state of burning. One of them disappeared with the turret, and the other was almost blown up. Just now, the sound of their internal ammunition exploded.

"Oh my god!" Until he retracted his head back into the tank, Varira was still burning in front of him. Although he could not see the corpses of the two groups of tank hands, Varira was sure that they had no chance to escape under this situation - the enemy's shells obviously penetrated the tank armor and then exploded inside, and their power was quite amazing!

All around were Soviet infantry running forward with rifles. Varira had no confidence as before. He could even sense that a hint of cowardice was growing in his heart. His fingers were pressed tightly on the shooting button of the tank gun, but for some reason he had not pressed it. After a moment of hesitation, Varira's thinking started to run at high speed.

"Peter, Peter!" He kicked his seat with his feet shouting at the driver's name, "Turn left! Turn left!"

With the skillful cooperation of the tank crew, the original car made a steering action. After traveling about 15 meters to the left, Varenra asked the driver to adjust the direction of the tank again and increase the speed to the fastest. The is-2 immediately broke away from the original attack line and penetrated diagonally to the right side of the opponent's position.

None of the other three crew members in the tank asked questions about this adjustment, including the young gunner who was holding an ordinary howitzer. They obviously didn't know what was going on outside, and during the battle they entrusted their absolute trust to their commander Varianla.

Although this action prevented the Varira's crew from becoming the third Soviet tank destroyed in this battle, Varira did not promptly let his gunners withdraw the ordinary grenade in the barrel and replace it with armor-piercing bombs, which was also their only way to threaten the number one enemy on the battlefield.

From his observation hole, Varianla saw the muzzle flames of the cannon fire appearing again in the place just now. This time he saw clearly the number of the opponent's "cannons": 5!

"Good guy!"

Varianla secretly took care of himself in his heart, and then quickly sent a "stop" signal to the driver, and he quickly adjusted the muzzle to the direction where the flames just popped out. As soon as the tank stopped, he pressed the shooting button, and the 28-ton tank suddenly shocked.

"Go forward, go forward at full speed!" Varira hurriedly ordered. At this time, the young tanker quickly retreated the empty shells in the cannon chamber, and a strong smell of gunpowder suddenly filled the narrow space inside the tank. The exhaust fan turned desperately until all the suffocating gas was replaced with fresh air.

Varenra stared at the "enemy artillery position" more than 1,000 yards away through the observation hole, but what disappointed him was that except for the explosion of the shell he fired, there was no subsequent explosion - which at least showed that he did not hit the ammunition piled by the enemy. In such a night battle, he could not judge the results of his shelling from this angle.

A few seconds later, two shells roared and landed at the place where Varilan's tank had just stopped. The huge explosion sounded from behind him and made Varilan breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had indeed encountered a big nail. For his comrades, Varilan could only silently wish them good luck at this moment.

After continuing for about 1 minute, Varenra finally made a decision, and he gently stepped on the gunner's right shoulder with his feet.

"Grenade! Grenade!"

The gunner thrust the pointed shell in his hand into the barrel, then closed the gun door with a clang, shook the tiles and pulled the ground, indicating that the gun could be fired at any time.

According to observations, Vulenra knew that his tank was less than 1,000 yards from the enemy's position, and the infantry vanguards rushed forward than him, but they seemed to be blocked in front of the enemy's position. Looking at the dense rain of bullets bursting out from the enemy's position, Vulenra seemed to see the heroic scene of his infantry brothers going forward one after another. At this time, he wanted to drive the tank to crush the imperialist lackeys. However, every step his tank approached the enemy's position, the danger of being destroyed by the five cannons increased by one point. Thinking of this, Vulenra decided to take another risk.

"parking!"

At this moment, two more shells fell nearby. Vulianla knew that they were coming for him. He shook his handles desperately to adjust the direction of the muzzle, and then adjusted the angle of the muzzle according to the distance. In a semi-manual situation, all of this was completed in 10 seconds. After this shooting, Vulianla did not immediately ask the driver to "advance", but stared at the observation hole on the front of the tank with a prayerful mind.

The 45-caliber 75mm gun fired ground grenade in a blink of an eye and flew to the target site. The orange ball of fire that rose was very eye-catching in the dark night. However, this lonely flame made Varenra feel disappointed again. While ordering the tank to move forward quickly, he finally figured out a problem. The large-caliber artillery was probably from the opponent's tank or self-propelled artillery, rather than ordinary infantry artillery.

Suddenly, fire flashed on the opposite position, with a unique sharp sound, two shells roared and exploded before these Soviet tankers could react. The sound that almost broke through the eardrum made Walianla unable to tell whether the distance between the shell landing point was 5 meters or 3 meters. The strong shock wave made the 28-ton steel tank shake violently. Walianla's left arm hit the hard wall of the car, and a piercing pain almost made him faint, but the commander's responsibility could not help but he hesitate.

"Turn left! Turn left!" He shouted loudly, enduring the severe pain. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, that is, driver Peter must not have anything to do.

Luckily, Varenra felt that despite being a little slow, his tank turned to the left.

A few seconds later, a violent explosion sounded from the right side. This time the vibration of the car body was significantly smaller, and Varira breathed a sigh of relief. He continued to drive forward for about two minutes before he ordered Peter to stop the car, and he carefully opened the hatch.

There were still guns and cannons on the battlefield, and the sound of killing was shocking. Flames kept rising and shining with dazzling lights. They fell. Various shells were dragging their short tail flames and busy shuttled between positions, and strings of bullets were constantly scanning the battlefield.

Varira took out the telescope and observed it around. He had indeed left the center of the battlefield. In the place where the guns and cannons were the most intense, the Soviet infantry was still rushing to the opponent's position, but the firepower on the opponent's position was extremely fierce. Varira didn't know how many Russian young people would die here tonight, but he knew that if he didn't do anything, only more infantry would fall under the enemy's fierce firepower.

"Hey, comrade, are you from that division?" Varianla shouted at a group of infantrymen who were heading towards the enemy's position not far away.

An officer dressed up and left the team and replied loudly: "We are from the 9th Guard Brigade! Comrade Tank Soldier!"

"Do you have special tasks?" Varianla looked at the soldiers under the officer. They were all well-equipped, unlike those who had retreated from the battlefield and rested.

"Yes, Comrade Tank Soldier! Is there any problem?"

"If you are going to detour from here!" Varianla pointed to the enemy's position and said, "I think we are on the same road!"

The young infantry officer thought for a while, "Can you tell me your number? Comrade!"

"The 18th Independent Tank Regiment! We were disbanded and we don't have time to go back to find our own troops now. The enemy's firepower is very fierce. We have to go up and help friendly troops!" Varenla said loudly.

"Okay!" the infantry officer made a decision quickly, "Let's encircle them together and catch those imperialist lackeys from the right off guard!"

"Okay, then let's go! My name is Vulenra, Lieutenant of the Army!"

"Okay, my name is Gennahe, Army Lieutenant!"

At this moment, the two Soviet officers affiliated with different troops thought that the next cooperation would be pleasant. Half an hour later, they appeared in a relatively weak area of ​​the enemy's defense. Under the impact of Varianla and his tank, they quickly broke through the outermost barbed wire area of ​​the opponent. The enemy's trenches were right in front of them, and the Soviet infantry were even ready to fight bayonets with the opponent.

"Comrades, for the motherland, for victory..." Before Gennache's shouting ended, a heart-pounding machine gun sound easily took his young life.

Under the flames, Varianla saw a white object appearing less than 300 meters in front of him. When he saw the other party's true face, he was surprised and happy. What was surprised was that this was a tank he had never seen before and looked very powerful. What was happy was that the other party did not aim at him when he appeared, but he only needed to adjust the muzzle slightly and could fire at the other party in at most two seconds.

As an experienced tank commander, Varira knew that the other party must have discovered him at this time. He seemed to be able to see the other party's turret being rotated. In such an encounter, the first party is often the winner. When he completed the adjustment and placed his finger on the shooting button, Varira's heart beat faster.

With the loud bang of two loud bangs less than half a second apart, Varianla felt a complete relaxation in his heart. He had a 45-distance 75mm cannon and a distance of 300 meters. He believed that this cannon could penetrate any tank, including the best German tanks.

However, after the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, Varianla was frightened to find that the other party was still intact and safe, and the black muzzle was clearly making the final adjustment.

Vulianla was stunned. At this moment, his heartbeat almost stopped. The tank engine was still rumbling and making noise. The gunner opened the gun door as usual and exited the empty shell shell. The shell fell on the bottom of the tank and made a crisp clanging sound. Grenades or armor-piercing shells. The young gunner was still waiting for his instructions. Then when the opponent's muzzle burst out with a blazing flame, Vulianla knew that everything was over.
Chapter completed!