The name IS-3 sounds okay, but looking at the production date, it is indeed a bit uninteresting. This thing was only equipped in January 1945, and it has not been used much yet. The entire development direction is I went for the IS-4, which almost only appeared for a short period of time before being eliminated miserably.
But this tank still has something special. Compared with other tanks during World War II, the IS-3 tank has a flatter body and better defense. The thickness of the front armor plate of the turret has reached 230mm, and the main gun caliber has reached 122mm. You need to know Throughout World War II, the caliber of tank main guns rarely exceeded 120mm.
Even the T-72 main gun caliber produced in 1973 was only 125mm!
So why was the IS-3 heavy tank eliminated from the battlefield?
In fact, heavy tanks have not been completely eliminated on the current battlefield. The Abrams has exceeded 66 tons, the Leopard 2 has reached 55.2 tons, and the T90, which emphasizes lightweight, also has 46.5 tons. These main battle tanks are all running The weight of heavy tanks is developing.
The question is, what are they equipped with?
Better electronic equipment, more advanced artillery system, what about IS-3? Do we need to mention the 10-PK-26P-113 radio on the tank?
What's more, their engine system is also a product of the changes of the times. You can't outrun them even if you try to play hard.
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The roar of machinery appeared on the plain. The five tanks that had just rushed into the battlefield turned around and faced the mountains at the same time. The next second, there were at least a dozen behemoths moving at high speed under the moonlight. Every step forward seemed to be preparing for the battle. This battle has come to an end.
The five IS-3s were like a few men with steel knives in their hands who cut down the general's infantry in a sneak attack. Before they could be happy, they found that thousands of troops were coming from the opposite side. They all stood there in shock. He was so scared that he could no longer move.
More than a dozen T-72s swarmed forward without any formation. The momentum alone was enough to be scary.
As soon as the five IS-3s came face to face with each other, their first reaction was to retreat collectively.
At that time, many T-72s on the plain rushed forward together as if they were coming to grab military glory. One of the tanks didn't even say hello, and blasted the shells directly with a blast of gunfire - BANG!
The IS-3 on the far right hurriedly and slowly managed to escape, but a burst of fire erupted about ten meters diagonally behind the vehicle body, and countless dust "crackling" hit the steel armor outside the tank as it fell.
Based on this view, these IS-3s should be directly suppressed into Mengmao;
Then the main force of the Burmese army will rush out of the mountains collectively under the cover of armored vehicles, shouting and charging into the city.
But Yang Rong did not let this happen so quickly. On the night of the tank battle on the plain, on the front line with the roar of artillery, a cry suddenly came from the edge of Mengmao County: "Fire!"
boom! boom!
The artillery battalion hidden under the night finally showed its strength. Two 130-mm howitzers took the lead in firing, and every time they shrank their heads, a cloud of smoke rose up around them.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of mountain cannons and neatly arranged grenades around the two howitzers started firing. The equipment seized from Bao Youliang, the equipment seized from the boss Peng, and the equipment purchased from the West Asians became Meng Mao's last life-saving straw.
Bump, bump, bump, bump, bump!
Artillery shells continued to explode along the path of more than a dozen tanks, and countless sound waves echoed in the valley, deafening.
"Hahahahaha..."
"Hahahahaha..."
The division commander of the Burmese army was standing on the mountains, stroking a strand of long hair covering the Mediterranean Sea with his hands and laughing wildly. He pointed at the battlefield and shouted: "The brave commander is already panicking!"
"What did he think about using artillery to fire at moving tanks?"
"He is treating my dozen tanks as infantry all over the mountains and plains. He is thinking that he can cool them down and lie down to count them all!"
The division commander's subordinates said in confusion: "Commander, it's not a major command error, right? If this is the last resort, he can only use it at this time."
The meaning of that subordinate was very obvious. If the means of fraud were limited to this, if it was not used now, then when would it be used?
Wait until those five antique IS-3s are destroyed?
So so many tanks can still watch the artillery positions fire? One concentrated fire can render them all mute!
After the T-72 main battle tank enters the city?
The artillery position has no chance to fire...
The division commander used his hand to control and pull: "I don't care about him, as long as their guy does no harm to us."
"Notify all armored vehicles to be on standby, and also tell our artillery to find me the artillery position on the opposite side..."
"Master...it's too close to the county seat..."
"I don't care where the hell it is!" The division commander suddenly turned his head, and the long hair on the Mediterranean floated out more than two feet long and was swaying in the wind: "I only know that if my soldiers are not bombarded when they rush over, they will be less likely to die. Many people died!"
"I am a soldier, not a sociologist or a humanist. If you want to discuss humanitarian matters, you can go and accompany the damn reporter from before!"
After a few curse words, the staff officer under him lowered his head, and countless guards around him glared at him.
This is war, a life-and-death war. There are no rules in the world of war. Even if there are, these rules never include civilians!
Tom, tom, tom!
Three of the T-72 main battle tanks opened fire at the same time, targeting the retreating middle tank.
Under the night sky, the power of the three shells' concentrated fire was too frightening. The first shot hit the IS-3's premise steel plate and exploded with a burst of fire; but the second shot hit, but not much fire burst out. However, the IS -3 expanded violently for a moment, and then the whole tank slowly retreated a little distance as if it released the accelerator, and then stopped in place.
At this moment, the third shell missed the tank's retreat trajectory, hit its tail and was bounced away. After landing, it exploded again - boom!
This tank completely lost its vitality just now. The entire front body was blown black by artillery shells, and it just lay on the battlefield.
The second shell was an armor-piercing projectile. The moment this shell penetrated the IS-3 armor, the powerful explosive force caused the soldiers in the tank to completely lose all chance of survival...
This is war.
In the war, there is not only the heroism of shouting at the neck, but also the silent departure.
They may not have accomplished anything, but you can't say they didn't come.
They may not have left their names in the history books, but there is always one person who reminds us with various voices that we must not forget.
That person is called history.
His voice is the chapter that everyone’s life gathers together. (End of chapter)
