Mitrofan Nedyelin rushed over to take the loading position, and the soldier beside him noticed dark sweat stains seeping through the back of his combat uniform, blending into twisted tree shadows at his spine.
He adjusted the angle...
Just in time to see through the scope that the opposite tank's barrel was aimed at him.
"Блядь! Сукин сын! Давай, давай! Пошел ты! Американский ублюдок! (Fuck! Son of a bitch! Come on, come on! Blow me up, American bastard!)"
Boom!
Boom!
"Come on!!!!"
Mitrofan Nedyelin shouted, glaring furiously.
The shells from both sides seemed to brush past each other at some point.
Boom—!
The M1A1 main battle tank was hit directly in the front...
The shell bounced off it like a "bumper car," barely penetrating it!!!
And the shell from the M1A1's 120mm smoothbore gun also landed not far from Mitrofan Nedyelin's position, erupting in dust and thick smoke instantly.
"Company Commander——!!"
