Chapter 1123 Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road

"12 o'clock, 300 meters away! Russian heavy tanks, armor-piercing shells ready!"

"Loading complete!"

"Fire!"

Boom--

The 88mm main gun mounted on the Tiger tank turret sprayed hot muzzle fire, and the overflowing flames and shock waves shook the grass under the recoil brake.

The 88mm full-caliber capped armor-piercing shell flew straight towards the target after leaving the muzzle and whistling at high speed, but no one was sure whether this shot could kill the target. The five crew members of the whole vehicle were like waiting for the wife's death, waiting for the upcoming hit result.

Ding--

Swoosh--

"Damn! It didn't penetrate, and it bounced again! How did you shoot it, Karl!?"

The mechanic in the co-pilot seat complained loudly, but the old iron sitting in the gunner seat obviously didn't buy it.

"What do you mean how can I fight? Hmm? Do you think you can do it? Okay, you take my seat, and I'll take your job as an mechanic, which can be done by any kid on the street. How about that? Are you willing to switch?"

The importance of the Tiger tank mechanic position is basically equivalent to the spare tire of the whole vehicle. If someone falls down in any position, he will take over first, provided that the commander has not ordered to abandon the vehicle and insist on fighting.

In normal times, this is just a job of operating the vehicle's heading machine gun to fish in the water. Compared with the four indispensable positions of the commander, gunner, loader, and driver, it is indeed a bit dispensable.

As the saying goes, don't hit someone in the face, and don't expose someone's shortcomings when scolding him. The gunner's insidious, vicious and ruthless response on the spot directly choked the mechanic who was originally in high spirits and was speechless for a while.

"Karl, you bastard, I swear I'm going to beat you up!"

"You? You want to beat me up? Come on, you can't even beat little Hans next door who just finished his mother's milk!"

"Shut up! This is a war, get out if you want to quarrel!"

Wittmann didn't like to talk nonsense with the crew members, because he always felt that he had less common language with these twenty-something brats. But this doesn't mean he will tolerate these fools quarreling on the battlefield and swearing at each other. When the adrenaline of young people is soaring, someone has to stand up and take care of it.

"Keep loading armor-piercing shells, let's try a little closer, the last one hit the front of the car body, remember to aim at the turret next time!"

"Heinrich, start! Take us away from here and keep moving forward!"

The driver Heinrich, who knew Wittmann's temper and had never dared to interrupt this small-scale quarrel, followed the order, and the Tiger heavy tank with a combat weight of 56 tons once again sprayed a burst of exhaust black smoke and slowly rose. The 650 horsepower output of the Maybach HL230 gasoline engine drove the heavy tiger body to continue moving forward towards the position where the fierce fighting could be seen clearly.

The Tiger tank platoon commanded by Wittmann was originally responsible for long-range support firepower, that is, part of the Tiger tanks that were responsible for long-range firepower output at a distance of about one kilometer at the beginning.

Wittmann, who received the order to advance, led the replenished Tiger platoon to rush to the position, slowing down or ordering to stop many times along the way, and firing at the Russian heavy tanks with exposed weaknesses.

But the actual results obtained from this were somewhat disappointing. Those Russian heavy tanks with thick skin and flesh were like turtle shells bitten by mosquitoes. Except for the two IS2 heavy tanks that completely exposed their sides and were completely destroyed and turned into a ball of torches, the remaining shells were either directly bounced away or simply crashed into the armor and could not penetrate at all.

The development of the war situation was not favorable to the Guards Flag Division as the attacking party, and it could even be said to be quite bad.

Wittmann could clearly see from his commander's tower with a good view that none of the Russian soldiers who were resisting on the battlefield were afraid of fighting or running away. All of them were picking up anything that could be used as a weapon and fighting like crazy.

So the Guards Flag Division that had already rushed to the battlefield seemed to be about to win, but in fact it was difficult to achieve actual results.

The tanks that rushed to the battlefield had no chance to support the infantry. The Russian heavy tanks that were everywhere like iron turtles crawling on the ground were the biggest threat. These heavy tanks, who did not know how to retreat like their own infantry, were firing crazily. Every roar of close shooting basically indicated that a SS tank was going to be unlucky.

Wittmann even saw some Russian heavy tanks that had killed the most threatening enemy at hand, directly equipped with high-explosive bombs and fired at the SS infantry that were pouring in from the gap.

In the dusty explosion, about seven or eight infantrymen were blown to pieces, with their bodies flying into the sky. Wittmann, who had not captured any heavy tanks so far and had no chance to observe them up close, really wanted to know.

What caliber gun did the crazy Russians install on this new heavy tank? The blasting effect of this high-explosive shell was comparable to the direct shooting of a field heavy artillery! Not to mention that the infantry couldn't bear it, just the dust and fire from the loud explosion made Wittmann feel that the Russians would have no problem attacking the tanks even if they installed high-explosive shells.

"It's you, we meet again! Russians!"

Wittmann will never forget that since the battle in the Oboyan direction, there are several uniquely shaped tanks in this lingering Russian heavy tank unit that are even more powerful.

These heavy tanks, which are obviously different from their teammates, are shorter but thicker and stronger. The entire turret head looks like it has been flattened by a hammer and has a very distinctive appearance. Wittmann commanded his own car and repeatedly shot at the monster with the number 177 painted on the front of the car many times, but without exception, no practical effect was achieved.

And now, the principle of narrow paths for enemies has been fulfilled again. Wittmann was very "lucky" to meet this heavy tank No. 177 that once gave him a headache on the front battlefield again.

There is no reason to admit defeat and run away in the contest between tough men. Wittmann clearly saw the No. 177 car through his commander's tower. It was still aiming at an unknown other tank, and most of the side of the turret was exposed, almost facing him.

Such a great opportunity naturally could not be allowed to slip away, and the order was blurted out immediately without hesitation.

"Eleven o'clock direction, two hundred meters away! The special heavy tank with 177 painted on the front, hit the side of its turret, open fire!"