Chapter 1630: Bun Feast (Part 2)

The towering steel body is like a hill that is slowly moving forward on the ground. The powerful main gun barrel is like a sharp sword standing straight at the front of the turret, ferocious and terrifying. The slow but extremely powerful forward speed can almost make people feel the approaching horror.

Even if he just watched from a distance, observed through the telescope, and did not stand next to these monsters, Major Jackson still felt that he was almost suffocated and had difficulty breathing.

What kind of monster did those Germans use to deal with them! ?

Can this thing be made by humans?

Damn! Compared with this thing, my Sherman is just like a baby rocking car raised by a bitch!

"Captain, the German tanks are approaching! What should we do!?"

What should we do?

Major Jackson, who was stunned for a moment, suddenly realized that the broken cars of the Germans on the opposite side were coming to kill him! They were now less than a kilometer away, and were slowly approaching, looking for a better position to fire.

The few shells just now were just appetizers at the maximum effective range. If the German steel monsters were to hit him, Major Jackson felt that he would have to die here today.

"Turn the gun barrel! Let our tanks turn the gun barrels to kill the Germans! They are moving, we have the first-hand advantage, open fire and kill them!"

Major Jackson was not a professional armored soldier, but as a graduate of the infantry department of the West Point Military Academy, he still understood the most basic principles of tank warfare: a stopped tank always has the first-hand advantage to fire against a moving tank.

This is part of the infantry-tank coordination command course in school. Every infantry commander who graduated from the West Point Military Academy is required to graduate from this course, and it must not be discounted.

Fortunately, Major Jackson's grades in the infantry-tank coordination course were pretty good, and he had not forgotten all the knowledge he learned in school.

The Sherman tanks that received the order reacted quickly. While shaking their fat bodies, they also turned the turrets and accelerated the direction of the guns. If it were an ordinary rookie crew, they might not be able to do this. At least, the crew with basic tacit understanding who had undergone systematic armored training would have this awareness, which shows that the combat quality of the first batch of American armored soldiers who rushed ashore was quite good.

The Sherman tanks with balanced comprehensive performance had a very fast reaction speed. Before the German steel monsters on the opposite side opened fire again, they had adjusted their posture. The 75mm full-caliber fixed armor-piercing shells drawn from the wet ammunition racks on the chassis had been pushed into the chamber.

"AP (armor-piercing shells), loading completed!"

"Let's go!"

Boom--

In Wittmann's eyes, the short-barreled 75mm main gun, which looked more like a pig's nose, roared and fired. The shells that came out of the chamber rushed straight to the target with the same shrill scream of breaking through the air. The American gunners and tank commanders, who were participating in the war for the first time and were quite nervous, stared at their sights, expecting that the German monsters would be blown to pieces on the spot after a burst of flames.

However, there are always some unsatisfactory situations in the development of reality. The difference is that in some cases, extremely unsatisfactory things may cost you your life.

Ding bang --

Crack --

Swish --

A burst of sparks flew, accompanied by the harsh sound of metal distortion and deformation in the impact. Wittmann, who was sitting in the turret without even shaking his body, smiled grimly, and the words that came out of his mouth instantly completely reflected his most real thoughts and mood at the moment.

"These Allied rubbish can't even reach the soles of the Russians' feet!"

"Stop! Target enemy tanks, all crews fire at will!"

The heavy steel body of nearly 70 tons withstood the fierce bombardment of enemy armor-piercing shells, and stopped with an emergency brake while standing still and not being affected at all.

The main gun barrel, like a fishing rod, was quickly pointed at the target under the drive of the electric turret steering machine, and the final fine-tuning of the main gun elevation machine corrected the remaining slight error. The steel garbage of the Allied forces had been firmly set on the scale of the gun mirror, and the SS gunners, as cold as skeletons, immediately pulled the trigger that symbolized death.

Boom boom boom boom --

Not a single shell missed the target, and a total of 13 Tiger King heavy tanks, including Wittmann's own car, all hit the target accurately at a distance of 700 meters. 13 88mm full-caliber capped armor-piercing shells were used to send 8 Xie Mantou to heaven again.

In the emergency combat state without assigning each target in advance, two or even three armor-piercing shells hit the same mantou. Although the results were the same, it was indeed a bit of a waste of firepower.

Otherwise, Wittmann was confident that this wave of salvos could take away at least 10 or even more enemy tanks.

Because the armor of the Allied junks was as fragile as paper.

That is, at the last second before the Tiger Kings roared and fired, the Xie Mantous, who relied on the advantage of the main gun reloading speed, actually fired another salvo.

However, this round of armor-piercing bullets from static to static hit the face, which was no different from the static to dynamic salvo just now.

The armor-piercing bullets that hit the Tiger King and the face were ruthlessly bounced away again. The Xie Mantous who fought for their lives could not even half-penetrate the shells and get the bullets stuck in the armor plate of the Tiger King.

Either they scraped the King Tiger and rubbed off a line of paint, and then bounced off on the spot, or they hit the King Tiger's solid armor plate and smashed it to pieces, leaving only a shallow dent as evidence of their presence.

The American armored soldiers, who had not yet had time to feel the despair and shock, had no chance to struggle.

Died on the spot in the flames and huge explosions of ammunition and fuel explosions, which was the only fate of these American armored soldiers who were originally confident in their first encounter with the opponent.

The Germans on the opposite side only fired two waves, and the Shermans on our side had already been sent to the sky, first 7 and then 8, a total of 15 vehicles, and all the people in the vehicles were in the planes without any escape.

Such horrific losses in less than two minutes really scared Major Jackson to urinate. He had never dreamed of such a terrible scene, and had never heard any description of how fierce the Germans were from his father, a lieutenant general who had fought in World War I.

To be honest, Major Jackson felt that this was a bit of a betrayal of his son. It was his father who betrayed his son, not him.

But now is not the time to complain about this.

Having realized that his tanks could not deal with those German monsters, Major Jackson, who was anxious and angry like an ant on a hot pot, suddenly remembered that he had just said that a team of carrier-based aircraft was on standby and could come to support. Now is the damn time!

"Quick! Contact the navy and tell them we need air support! We also need naval guns, I want them all!"

Although the words were shouted out, there were serious problems in the implementation of the order. The completely unexpected situation made Major Jackson look ashamed on the spot.