Two Hundred and Ninety-Seven Continue to Fire

"The 12th armor-piercing round!" Bruce shouted loudly. As strong as he is, he is already panting and sweating profusely. He didn't even have time to take off his drenched jacket, he could only mechanically pull out the armor-piercing bullets from the ammunition rack one after another, and then stuff them into the barrel one after another.

Andre's sweat flowed down his eyebrows into his deep German eye sockets, and he didn't even have time to wipe them off. There are more and more French tanks, and they are trying to use tanks to push away the tank wreckage that has become an obstacle. His shooting is starting to require turret adjustments and his hit rate is dropping.

Yes, it is falling. Although the Leopard tank is far from reaching its limit, as members, they seem to have reached their physical limit. The 12th round of armor-piercing shell hit the side of the opponent's tank and missed the target. It was the 13th round of armor-piercing shell that destroyed a French tank again.

"Bowman! Reverse! Move! Our place is no longer safe!" Ren ordered loudly.

The tank swayed again, dodging the artillery fire of a French tank. Rennes had already seen through the commander's periscope that a French b1 tank smashed through the wreckage of the Mas35 tank on one side, and charged from the other side. out.

"1 o'clock direction! Turn the turret! B1 tank!" Renn ordered loudly. However, he was still a step too late, a French tank shell hit the side of his turret, knocking away a maintenance tank track hanging from the turret. The shell didn't penetrate the side armor of the turret because of the angle, but it shocked Renn a little dizzy.

The Leopard tank continued to rotate its turret until it pointed its cannon at the b1 tank that was turning. An armor-piercing shell quickly flew into the front body of the b1 tank, and the instant explosion caused the turret of the tank to be destroyed. It flew into the air, and the tragic explosion even caused some rivets to be hit on Rennes' Leopard tank.

On the small side and rear, a Mas35 tank drove up the slope, revealing its hideous turret. This happened to be the rear of the Leopard tank where the armor was weakest. Except for the slightly tilted corners, it was completely a good line for outflanking.

However, in the trench under a small tree next to it, two German anti-tank fighters were aiming at the slope with their iron fists. As soon as the Mas 35 tank appeared, they found the target. However, due to the limitation of the armor penetration of the Iron Fist rocket launcher, they decided to wait for the tank to get closer before firing.

The French Mas35 tank climbed up the slope little by little, and aimed at the Leopard tank with its 47mm rapid-fire gun. An armor-piercing projectile flew towards the Leopard tank with the sprayed flames, but it was shot. Hit the hanging basket behind the turret of the Leopard tank, smashing the tents and cans inside.

Following this shot, the Mas 35 tank continued to move forward, and the fragile lower part of the hull was exposed. Two German anti-tank fighters unceremoniously punched through there with their iron fists.

The Max 35 tank stopped there, smoking, motionless like a dead monster.

At this time, the Leopard tank had already destroyed its 15th target today. French tanks continued to rush towards the German positions endlessly. A firing machine gun emplacement had been destroyed by the French, and the Germans were retreating in many areas.

"Clark! Use the machine gun to cover our infantry!" Ryan ordered loudly: "Bowman, continue to reverse! Continue to reverse!"

Little by little their Panther tanks retreated, adjusted their position again, and then fired again and hit a French armored vehicle. This is its 16th record today.

But no one cares about this, because there are endless French tanks rushing out of this pass, Rennes and the others can only fire wildly, destroying one enemy tank after another to ensure that they can survive.

On the other side of the slope, de Gaulle was stunned by his own loss. In a short period of time, he actually lost 3 armored vehicles and 16 tanks, which is almost a quarter of all the tanks he placed on the offensive line. He was a little flustered, completely unexpected that attacking such a small pass would cause him such heavy losses.

You must know that the almost 80 tanks and armored vehicles in his hand are the last force he can concentrate on fighting, and the rest of the tanks have to be dispersed on the long defense line. The reason why de Gaulle prepared so many tanks and armored vehicles was because he wanted to let this army penetrate in the direction of Stone after tearing apart the defense here.

But in this small pass, the opponent's line of defense is still there, but he has already lost two full companies of tank troops. This suffocation really makes him have the urge to vomit blood. Just now, he thought he had found a clever move, but now it seems that it was a complete failure that ruined the soldiers' lives.

"Tell the tanks of the 1st regiment to continue charging! Within ten minutes, this gap must be opened for me!" De Gaulle pointed to the burning tanks in the distance, and ordered loudly: "20 more tanks! I will I don't believe their defense line is made of iron!"

Another group of French tanks began to charge, their tracks picked up the surrounding mud mixed with snow water, the engines roared pleasantly, and they rumbled towards their target with a mass of black infantry.

"Ren! This is not the way to go! We have to retreat!" Bowman said loudly while driving the tank back again. And Andre, who should have said this, was still concentrating on aiming at another goal of his own.

"Armor-piercing bombs! Bruce!" Andre shouted loudly.

"Got... got it, I... am... moving!" Bruce replied loudly while panting. The sweltering environment and a lot of physical labor made his sweat drip down the tip of his nose to his feet.

"Boom!" The Leopard tank fired again. The shell missed the target, but went over the tank and hit a big tree beside it. The whole trunk was broken off, and it fell on the French tank. It is a pity that it is unrealistic to expect the big tree to smash the tank. The big tree rolled on the top of the tank and fell to one side, but it hindered the progress of another French tank on the other side.

But not far away, another French tank smashed through the wreckage of the tank on one side and rushed out. Once again, a two-sided situation was formed, and the entire battle situation became more and more chaotic. Wren stared at a French tank in the periscope and opened fire on him. The shell hit the front of the turret, leaving a deep hole in the front shield of the artillery.

"Bowman! Turn the car while reversing! Let's retreat to the public, and then concentrate on dealing with the French tanks in front!" Rennes issued a combat order. The tank followed suit.

Because the tank was not very accurate when driving, Andre didn't rush to fire, and Bruce took the time to take off his coat and wiped the sweat on his face with the wet coat, Then he threw it on the empty ammunition rack on one side.

"Straight ahead! French tanks! Fire!" Ren's voice was a little hoarse, but he still gave the combat order loudly. Looking at the French tanks that kept pouring into the gap, he suddenly felt a sense of relief—could I be dying here?

"Boom!" The Leopard tank fired again, piercing the French tank that had already seen the dawn of victory in front of it.

"Boom!" On the other side, the French b1 tank that had pushed away the wreckage of the tank fired again, and the shell directly penetrated the plate skirt on the right side of the Leopard tank, blowing the entire iron plate far, far away. . But this shell also failed to penetrate the side armor of the Leopard tank, it just broke the shovel and ax hanging there.

"Don't worry about the sides! Keep firing to hit the target directly in front!" Ren shouted loudly. Following his shout, a tank shell flew out of the barrel of the Leopard tank with a loud noise, and precisely destroyed a French Mas35 tank.

Of course this...

Once, the French didn't waste the opportunity, a b1 tank hit the Leopard tank with a 47mm rapid-fire gun on the turret, this time it failed to hit the body of the Leopard tank, but hit the tank's tracks and wheel.

"Ren! There's something wrong with our tank's track! The guide wheel on the right side doesn't respond! I can't control this tank to continue to retreat!" Bowman said loudly.

"Keep calm! Don't panic! Andre, keep shooting!" Ren said loudly.

"Boom!" Another shell hit Ren's tank. Even through the headset, he could feel that something had penetrated his tank. He could even feel that an object pierced his pants. It flew past his calf.

"We've been shot through!" Bowman shouted in horror.

"Boom!" Andre ignored the messy questions and continued to bombard his own artillery. Again the shells flew on target, and once again knocked out a hapless French tank. Even Andre himself couldn't remember how many French tanks he had destroyed. Only at this moment did he find a piece of iron stuck in his shoulder, and the blood couldn't stop flowing.

"Bruce! Cannonball!" He just looked at the little iron piece, and then yelled again.

"I'm...reloading!" Bruce complained loudly, pushing a shell into the barrel: "I'm...reloading!"

"Ren! Clark was shot! Blood is everywhere! We must find a way!" Bowman's voice came, and the trembling inside could be heard in the earphones.

"Clark! Are you there? Clark?" Ren frowned and shouted twice, but no one answered. He looked at Andre, who had a shoulder injury, and shouted again: "Andre! Keep firing!"