The Era of Four Hundred and Eighteen Heroes

Just when Wittmann led his crew to destroy the fifth armored vehicle they killed today with one shot, the m3lee tank, whose vision was blocked by thick smoke in the distance, finally bypassed the burning wreckage and aimed at it. That monster-like tiger tank. △￠

"Boom!" The British fired the first shell they fired back today, but this poor 47mm shell did not penetrate the armor behind the Tiger tank. This shell hit the sundry basket behind the Tiger tank turret, just hit a spare road wheel tied to the sundry basket, and sent the road wheel far away, but failed to damage the Tiger tank. Not a single cent of the tank body.

The slight vibration from the rear of the car body was clearly transmitted to Wittmann's seat. He knew that the British had finally reacted, and now the real challenge had just begun, and it was time to test their crew skills.

Regardless of Wittmann's young age, he was in charge of driving a German armored reconnaissance vehicle during the Battle of Poland, and achieved an amazing record of single-handedly defeating 500 Polish defenders. Later, during the invasion of France, he was transferred to the No. 3 Assault Gun Unit as an excellent vehicle commander, and destroyed 3 French tanks with a single cut of melons and vegetables. After that, he was assigned to the Leopard tank unit, and he was even more comfortable, becoming the second tank ace of the German tank unit in one fell swoop.

Rich combat experience made Wittmann extremely calm. He did not rush to fight back against the British tanks chasing them, but continued to maintain the current posture and continued to slaughter those chaotic armored vehicles and cars.

One after another, British cars and armored vehicles were damaged by explosions. The m3 not far away finally fired a second shot. The shells flew directly to the Tiger tank, but the result was still unable to penetrate the armor of the Tiger tank. The tiger tank left a shocking scar on the side of the turret, and was bounced into the sky because of the corner problem.

Because of the corner problem, the tiger tank was once again blocked by the thick smoke from the damaged vehicle, and the poor m3 tank behind was forced to move forward again. Only the wreckage of the vehicle with thick smoke can continue to target and attack that nasty German tank.

"Drive! Drive!" the British tank commander roared angrily. He really wanted to know why the aircraft of the British Royal Air Force were inferior to the aircraft of the Germans, and why the tanks he bought from the Americans were not as good as the tanks of the Germans.

But he knew that now was not the time to complain. The distance between the two tanks had been opened. According to the previous shell, he had to get closer to fire, so that his 47mm cannon could attack the Germans. tanks pose a threat.

Following his order, his tank started up again and crossed the wreckage of the car smoking from the side, but still no German tanks could be seen. Because an armored vehicle on the side was also burning, the field of vision was still shrouded in thick smoke.

As a last resort, the tank continued to move forward, passed the burning armored vehicle, and still saw wreckage and thick smoke.

"my Lord,

How many of our vehicles did they destroy? "The gunner, who never took his eyes off the scope, couldn't help but sighed in mourning.

"Shut up! Keep going! Don't slow down and stop if I don't say stop, keep catching up with the German tanks!" The commander roared angrily.

Just in front of the British tank, Wittmann's tank destroyed another armored vehicle of the British. In such a short period of twenty minutes, Wittmann had destroyed 3 tanks, 10 cars and 11 armored vehicles , the number of tanks destroyed equaled the record set by Rennes at the Battle of the Pass, and more armored vehicles and cars were destroyed.

Wittman found that the front was suddenly clear, and the line of British armored vehicles could no longer be seen. He knew that the British camp had been killed, but it seemed that there was still a long way to go to safety.

"Mr. Driver! Turn on the spot! Don't turn to the left, turn to the right! Gunner, there should be tanks on the left side of the security lane, and there should be tanks on their right side!" Wittmann ordered loudly: "Continue to reload the armor-piercing shells!"

"Boom!" Sure enough, the 75mm cannon of the m3lee tank on the right, which missed the Tiger tank at first, fired the most threatening shell, hitting the frontal armor of the Tiger tank's turret.

Wittman felt that his eyes leaning on the commander's periscope were punched heavily, and the entire Tiger tank shook violently. Everyone knew that they had been hit, but fortunately their tanks The thickest armor in the world was not penetrated by this shell.

"Boom!" The tiger tank sprayed out flames of revenge, and the shells pierced the air and flew towards the American tank hiding aside to attack. Originally, one served in the United States, the other fought for Germany, and the two tanks that should not have met met on the land of the United Kingdom, and immediately used the cruelest method to determine the outcome.

If the 88mm gun of the Tiger tank cannot penetrate the armor of the M3 at this distance, all German artillery experts should hang themselves. With ease, the Wittmann crew completed their 24th kill today, completely breaking the record for the Battle of the Pass.

"Reverse! Aim straight ahead, there should be a tank there!" Wittmann ordered loudly, his appearance was a bit funny now, because the violent impact made him have two dark circles under his eyes like a panda. His skin appeared to be split open, and blood was streaming down his cheeks.

The Tiger tank began to reverse rapidly, leaving behind the chaotic British armored forces, and retreated towards the position it had just set off. And in that burning smoke, the m3 tank that had been chasing Germany rushed out of the thick smoke and saw his enemy.

"Damn it! Damn it!" As soon as he rushed out of the thick smoke, the British commander saw the black muzzle of the Tiger tank aiming at him in the distance through his periscope, and he only had time to curse out such a sentence. I saw a dazzling flame erupting from the opponent's muzzle.

The tank following him seemed to have been punched heavily by a giant. The violent trembling and the sound of steel breaking and tearing caused pain in the ears. There was crumbling iron and hot air everywhere, and then he didn't know anything.

Looking at the exploding British tank in the distance, Wittman finally breathed a sigh of relief: "I fuck him! The next time I see Ren and Karius! Tell them to call me the God of Tanks!"

His gunner grabbed the cap on his head, threw it at his feet, and shouted like venting: "Who the hell will still remember the Battle of Rennes at that time? Our Battle of the Woods is the world's No. 1 battle!" One tank battle!"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! How many tanks did we destroy? 20? 30?" The gunner asked excitedly, although no one had time to pay attention to him, but he still smiled brilliantly.

"Mr. Driver, continue to reverse the car! The British may catch up!" Wittmann gave a loud order to retreat, then he changed the channel, and contacted the commander of the armored reconnaissance vehicle who was stupidly waiting for what happened: "Hey Dude, I went to the British lair, you won't believe how many British tanks I destroyed, 25! A total of 25! Wait for someone to confirm my results later! Haha!"

"You mean there is at least one regiment of British tanks there? Are you crazy? How dare you rush in with so many British people?" In the headset, the commander of the armored vehicle looked a little annoyed, and shouted loudly: "Remember this next time. Tell me in advance, so that I can send someone to collect your body!"

"Leave the public! The British may fight back. Contact the air force to bomb the woods, but before the bombing, it is best to let the scouts go over to have a look, the British will not be foolish and wait to die..." Wittmann's tank Returning to their starting point, the German armored reconnaissance vehicles did not wait on the road, they hid on the other side of the road, behind a bush.

Of course, the British would not wait stupidly for the German planes to arrive, and they naturally did not have the courage to attack the beach with German armored troops. The guts that were finally trained on two No. 3 tanks were beaten to nothing by a German Tiger tank. They left behind the wreckage of 25 tanks, 11 armored vehicles, 10 cars, seven or eight empty oil drums, and more than 20 tents, and fled in a panic from this horrible grove.

Now they finally know why the French government-in-exile talked about German tanks, and now they finally know why the general named Charles de Gaulle repeatedly emphasized the need to pay attention to German armored forces. Now they know that the Battle of the Pass was not a disadvantage for French armored forces. —and now these British armorers are the new laughing stock, until someone more unlucky comes along.

General Rundstedt landed on British soil in the afternoon of this day. Over the past few years, he has become the first general of European countries to challenge British hegemony. Judging from this feat, he has even surpassed Napoleon, which makes him very happy.

However, there was another piece of good news that made him even more elated. The German troops defeated the only British armored force near the landing point and successfully expanded the defense line by 5 kilometers in depth. The troops of the German 5th Light Armored Division had begun to threaten Great Yarmouth, southeast of the landing point, while the main 2nd Armored Division was advancing towards Norwich.

"General, we have born another hero." After the adjutant introduced the battle situation, he pointed to the report with a smile and said, "In an unnamed jungle, Second Lieutenant Mitchell Wittman, the ace of the No. British tank, surpassing the record set by Wren Harder at the Battle of the Pass."

"We live in an era when heroes are born..." Rundstedt sighed with his hands behind his back after hearing the news, "If you don't work hard, people will not remember you and me who are unknown..."

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