The 76mm cannon crashed back, the breech expelling the spent shell case onto the floor. The German machine gun nest was a smoking crater, bodies scattered around it. The tank commander, Lizvinskiy, peered through his periscope, scanning for the next target.
Scurrying figures in field grey uniforms, scattered away in all directions. The fascist invaders knew the power of his KV-1 tank was unmatched. Lord of the battlefield, it feared none of the German tanks. The enemy infantry were simply cockroaches to be crushed under the wide rattling tracks. There was only one weapon to fear in the entire German army — the long-barrelled 88mm guns. They could kill a Kliment Voroshilov tank with a single shot, but they were huge guns, mounted on massive crucifix platforms. Hard to hide.
Soviet infantry appeared behind him, finally advancing now that the enemy had been cleared out. Lizvinskiy looked around at the carnage and gave ...
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