Chapter 1650: Master Wei at the Village Entrance (Part 1)

Wittmann hoped to hear some more good news from Enschel, at least it would not be that he would directly challenge the British and an armored division alone with a company, but Enschel followed up with the news. The answer was quite disappointing. ₆₉ₛₕᵤₓ.cₒₘ

"The armored instructors of the National Defense Force are still on their way, and they are further away than us. The fastest support you can get is the support of a large force led by me. Before that, it is all up to you, so I don't ask you to do it. There are too many, just try to delay it as long as possible. Remember to use your tactics flexibly and use all your previous skills on the British guy, do you understand?"

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The situation really turned out to be the worst that he had expected, but Wittmann, who had never seen anything before, could not accept it. At most, he was a little disappointed.

"Okay, remember to send the relay communication vehicle out, and we will keep in touch at all times. Come over as soon as you are ready. I don't guarantee that I can last too long. The British guy opposite is a division. No matter how hard I fight, I am still not a superman. ”

Enschel smiled when he heard Wittmann's words, and blurted out an understatement.

"Don't you know me yet? If there's not enough fuel, I'll support you even if I take people on foot. Don't worry."

With the British's aggressive offensive actions as the premise, the speed of fuel mobilization this time is really unprecedentedly fast.

Wittmann, who had not had time to have lunch, had already seen the oil supply convoy driving into the station. The people getting off the car were all wearing Wehrmacht uniforms. It seemed that they should be what Enschel called "friendly troops seconding oil." "Yes."

"So many gas trucks? Are we going to have a big battle?"

Gunner Wegner, who was wiping the car with a rag in his hand, squatted on the front of the car and in front of the turret to ask questions. Wittmann, who was leaning against the skirt of his car, then spoke.

"Go teach the British guys a lesson. We'll set off immediately after refueling. If you're hungry, go get something to eat and put it in your mouth first. You may not have time to eat in the afternoon."

Before he finished speaking, Wittmann had already moved forward, preparing to call a gas truck to come over and fill up his car first to be fully prepared.

The driver Heinrich, whose head protruded from the hatch at the front of the car body and was located directly in front of the squatting Wegner's crotch, was still not quite sure of the situation at the moment.

"What are you two talking about? He seems to have asked us to eat quickly?"

Looking at Heinrich with his head sticking out of the car, and the back of his head facing him, Wegener, who was still squatting, suddenly smiled evilly.

"Yes, I want you to eat quickly. Everything is ready. You can see what you want to eat when you come back.

"Look back?"

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Heinrich, who had not yet reacted when he turned around, was stunned for a few seconds. Then he understood the meaning of Wegener's "gangster joke" and became angry and immediately raised the wrench in his hand to make a gesture. To "kill the chicken".

"Asshole! Are you serious!?"

"You are the old bastard! Look at me destroying you!"

The playful interlude was only temporary. With a loaf of baguette he had just collected in his mouth and a pot of cold water in his right hand, Wittmann, who was sitting in the commander's seat, eating and driving, just led the second company to set off.

"The French bread is baked harder than the armor-piercing bullets they make, but you can still eat it?"

Wittmann, who was gnawing on the baguette in his hand almost as if he was chewing a bone, didn't bother to talk and just ate. If he had an awkward conversation while eating, he probably wouldn't be able to finish the baguette when the fight started.

"I hope the British guys are stronger than those Yankees. The last battle didn't feel like a war at all. I could kill tons of Yankee junk cars with just a few clicks of my fingers, and I didn't even feel the slightest pressure."

Wegener, who was "deeply disappointed" with the hip-stretching capabilities of the U.S. armored forces, began to express his opinions. A mouthful of bread fell into his stomach and his mouth just came out. Wittmann, who had some time to spare, immediately added.

"The opponent this time is not simple. The British Seventh Armored Division is the one in North Africa. If I were you, I would not underestimate the opponent. Don't think of them as the Americans who entered the battlefield for the first time last time. These guys caused a lot of trouble for Marshal Rommel in North Africa."

"Huh? That sounds a bit good."

"We are close to the target, and we can already see the outskirts of the village!"

Before Wegner could finish his words, the report from the forward reconnaissance vehicle had already sounded in Wittmann's earphones.

"What did you find? Can you see the British guy?"

Wittmann threw the uneaten baguette aside and didn't care about it. He raised his hand and pressed the call button on his throat. He immediately asked questions repeatedly, and the answers came from the other end of the radio.

"There is a low-lying road connecting the village, and there are British guards at the entrance of the village. There are only infantry and armored vehicles in the visible area, but no tanks."

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Wittmann, holding his earphones in his hands, was sure that he heard clearly. There were no British tanks visible outside the village, but it was inconsistent with the mission briefing he had received in advance. How could it be possible that a fully loaded armored division of British troops was massing towards Bokaki Village without even a single tank in sight? Either there is something unclear or it is a scam!

"Stay where you are and report any new situations at any time. I will rush over immediately."

For the sake of caution, Wittmann did not order all the troops to drive up. The dusty atmosphere and rumbling noise of a company with 14 Tiger Kings, including his own command vehicle, would likely expose the target and disturb the British at a long distance.

Following the confirmed route that the forward reconnaissance vehicle had already traveled, Wittmann's lonely 007 command Tiger King drove all the way to a hidden location very close to the road before stopping. The light reconnaissance vehicle converted from the Type 2 tank was not far away from it, waiting on the spot.

Carefully sticking half of his body out of the turret, Wittmann looked around and confirmed that the dense bushes he was in could well conceal the huge body of the Tiger King. Combined with the summer two-color tiger camouflage of his car, if the British wanted to detect anything, they would have to get very close to do it.

"Did you see anything, Wittmann?"

"A few British sentries, there is a half-track armored vehicle parked at the entrance of the village, open top, with machine guns mounted. Wait, something is wrong! There is movement at ten o'clock! The British convoy, they are coming!"

Wittmann, holding a telescope in his hand, did not even get out of the car, but kept half of his body exposed outside the turret, and saw a large British convoy slowly approaching from the distant highway. The leading vehicle was exactly the same fragile and broken half-track vehicle at the entrance of the village.