Chapter 1656 Who Gave It to Me? (Part 2)
Chapter 1656 Who gave it to me? (Down)
Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence does not hate his own infantry for "escape" and abandon the tanks and run away. In fact, under the current situation, it is useless to let the infantry stay and wait for death. You can still use armor that cannot be penetrated by tank guns. Do you expect infantry weapons to penetrate him? Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence knew this very well. ̢̜̳̱͈̹͓͛͜ḩ̷̻̩͍̱̗͔̺̏̓͊̀͂̀ͅṵ̵̙̻͉̦͙̗̥̉̓̓͊̑̂̑x̸͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆̆c ̶͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇͕̺̲̹̔̈́́՝͝m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̋̌
However, even though he understood that this situation was the reality, Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence still felt desolate in his heart.
Thinking about my majestic 7th Armored Division galloping through North Africa, Rommel was beaten and driven straight into the sea. How come he was beaten like this when facing a mere German tank? Is this reasonable? Did the fearless energy of fighting every enemy go into the dog's belly?
No matter how desolate and lamentable one feels in one's heart, it is all in vain. The cruel reality is always more acute and urgent than one's subjective emotions.
boom--
There was another thunderous cannon blast, and the horrifying explosion of ammunition rang in Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence's ears again.
It’s hard to count how many Cromwell tanks this was that were blown away by one cannon and shot into the soul. Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence only knew that under the fierce bombardment of the German monster tank on the opposite side, his own Cromwell tank As long as the tank is hit by bullets, no one will be spared. The best situation is that the ammunition that was not hit on the spot will explode. As for the armor, it is just like paper and cannot be counted on.
"There are 7 vehicles left! Load armor-piercing rounds, continue!"
"We're done with full-caliber rounds! We only have sub-caliber rounds and grenades left!"
"What!?"
Upon hearing this unexpected situation, Wittmann suddenly turned around, and all he saw was the tired and sweaty panting expression of the loader with a helpless expression on his face.
"The last caliber bullet! After firing the sub-caliber bullet, load the grenade! We must kill all these British guys, quickly!"
"yes!"
The extremely large and spacious interior space gives the King Tiger an amazing ammunition capacity. It stands to reason that no King Tiger should have insufficient ammunition.
You know, when Wittmann came this time, even the ready-to-fire ammunition rack on the back of the turret was fully stuffed. Together with the second ammunition rack on the car body, he brought a total of 28 rounds of full-caliber armor-piercing ammunition up and down the whole vehicle. This is already This is equivalent to the total amount of shells in the entire Russian heavy tank.
All 28 full-caliber armor-piercing rounds have been fired, which means that Wittmann's No. 007 King Tiger has fired 28 times since the beginning of the battle.
Based on the principle of one shot at a time, Wittmann suddenly realized that he might have killed a full 28 British vehicles without knowing it.
is it possible? Is the real number really that high?
Wittmann, who has always been tense with fighting nerves and has no time to count numbers carefully, doesn't have much free time to care about this at the moment. The only goal in his eyes is to completely kill the remaining British guys and fly them away. It's that simple. .
The last few British tanks, surrounded by burning steel wreckage, were still making a last-ditch effort to resist. Wittmann, who was loaded with sub-caliber tungsten core armor-piercing bullets, would not show mercy to these last British guys. .
The sub-caliber tungsten core armor-piercing projectile, which is absolutely a killer for vertical armor, is extremely ferocious. Unfortunately and coincidentally, the Cromwell tank with an old and outdated design is precisely the vertical armor, which is penetrating the terrifying sub-caliber armor. Tungsten core armor-piercing bullets are just like window paper in front of them.
"Fire!"
boom--
"Go on! Next one!"
boom--
The loud explosion was so loud that it was about to tear the eardrums, destroy the nerves, and even the soul was about to tremble.
When there were only the last five British tanks still moving on the road, something unexpected happened to Wittmann.
The British armored soldiers scrambled out of their cars like bereaved dogs. One by one, they all ran towards the downhill slope of the road in a panic. Wittmann even saw one who was too panicked. The unlucky guy fell down twice in a row, but quickly struggled to get up twice in a row, and then staggered forward, regardless of the pain.
After fighting to a state of selflessness, Wittmann realized that any unit has its limit of endurance. These British guys who were killed until their nerves were numb and their souls were trembling, finally remembered that there was a way to save their lives by abandoning the car and running away, but This was not a bad thing for Wittmann, who was about to run out of armor-piercing ammunition.
"It worked! We did it! The British guys were all scared away, and we did it! Haha!"
Having accomplished an incredible feat that he could not even imagine, the gunner Wegner, who was already wet with sweat, was as happy as a child at the moment. If it weren't for the lack of space in the car, he would have danced.
However, everything is not over yet. The battle is only in the first half and has not yet come to an end.
"Turn the muzzle to two o'clock! The British guy in the village broke open the house and came out!!!"
Blessings come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.
There were only five rounds of continuous caliber tungsten core armor-piercing bullets left, but what appeared in Wittmann's eyes was a British reinforcement force that was far more than five tanks. The slowly stopping swinging car body and shaking turret had already filled the black hole. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at himself.
The tanks with the fastest aiming speed that bore the brunt were the two long-nosed American tanks lying at the entrance of the village that had just given him a great sense of crisis and that he had killed first.
Wegener had tried his best, but his aiming efficiency was not as good as the British tanks on the opposite side. Wittmann, feeling cold in his heart, knew that he could only rely on his armor to withstand it and pray that he would not be penetrated.
It was in this last lesson of life and death that the unexpected change that Wittmann had not expected suddenly occurred again.
Boom boom boom——
Three huge flames rose from the ground in an instant, and the three British tanks, including the long-nosed American tank, were all turned into a pile of torch wreckage in the strong explosion, and almost at the same time turned into steel crematoriums and died on the spot.
"Wittmann! Are you okay? I hope we are not too late."
The 2nd Company of the 101st Battalion, which was ordered by Wittmann to stay behind and come to support after the battle began, finally arrived. The slow and heavy off-road speed of the Tiger King slowed down the time for support. The captain of the 2nd Company who led the team only hoped that his belated support was not too late.
And from the side of the Tiger King 007, which had been hit by countless bullets and was scarred like a cutting board, a familiar voice that made the captain of the 2nd Company instantly happy came.
"You came just in time! Attack! The British don't have many troops left, and take down the village in one go!"
Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence, who had been beaten into a pile of barbecue in the burning tank wreckage, had no chance to see what the next battle would be like. In fact, even if he was still alive, he still couldn't help much in the next battle.
The second company of Tiger Kings, which was carrying the accompanying SS armored grenadiers on its huge body, was unstoppable. As soon as more than a dozen Tiger Kings joined the battlefield, they immediately reversed the situation in which the British army had just seen a glimmer of hope.
The thing that the British commander in the village feared the most finally happened. The Tiger Kings, who did not give the British army any chance, quickly concentrated their firepower and wiped out all the British tanks that left the village. And they used the main gun grenades, coaxial machine guns, and the firepower of the accompanying infantry to drive all the British infantry out of the village back to the village, forming a situation of catching turtles in a jar.
The principle that good fortune never comes alone and misfortune never comes alone also applies to the British army. The British army, which had been hammered by the second company of Tiger Kings until their brains were flowing out, immediately encountered an even more desperate situation: the large force of the 101st Independent Heavy Armored Battalion of the Waffen SS arrived, with a total of more than 40 Tiger Kings, which was even more desperate than more than 40 purgatory demons!
In the evening of that day, almost all the British defenders in and around the village of Bocage on the way to Caen were wiped out, and the last remaining British troops finally chose to surrender in despair. The 101st SS Heavy Armored Battalion and the Wehrmacht Armored Training Division successfully joined forces in Bocage, forming a solid front to block the British 7th Armored Division from continuing to advance to Caen.
The German army, which had far more powerful weapons and equipment than in the existing history, fought a brilliant record in Bocage that was completely different from the existing history, and truly changed its fate and reversed history.
In this battle, Captain Michel Wittmann, the top armored ace of the Waffen-SS, led his 007 Tiger King heavy tank crew to annihilate a total of 24 Cromwell tanks, 14 half-track vehicles, 11 cloth-wheeled transport vehicles, 3 Stuart tanks, and 4 Fireflies under the British 7th Armored Division and the 4th London Regiment of the 22nd Brigade on the battlefield of Bocage.
He blew up four British anti-tank guns and annihilated countless infantrymen, surpassing the Wehrmacht armored ace Otto Karvus on the Eastern Front and becoming the top armored spearhead of the German armed forces. He destroyed a total of 147 tanks, ranking first in the German armored forces.
On the same day, Malashenko, who had just finished resting on the front line of his motherland and was ready to lead his troops to set off, didn't know it.
Thanks to himself, the Allied ground forces on the Western Front were beaten by the German armored forces strengthened by the butterfly effect, and they were really beaten clean and couldn't fight anymore.
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