Chapter 2298: The Spotted Tiger King (Part 1)

Chapter 2298: Spotted Tiger King (Part 1)

"How did things turn out like this? Wittmann, we didn't want this result when we started this war.

"War is a gamble, Wegener. There is no one who only wins and never loses at the gambling table. You should understand that, and we are losing money now."

There are two people sitting on the turret of the Tiger King tank, which is as huge as a mountain. Wittmann, with a cigarette in his mouth, is maintaining the g34 machine gun on the top of the Tiger King's head. This old gun is still reliable and durable today, and it is also easy to use. The gunner who was half of his body hanging out of the turret did not seem very interested in hearing this.

"But we have won before, and won a lot. Do you think we will win again? ”

As the oldest member of the entire crew, Wittmann has the richest life experience. His subordinates often seek answers from him, whether it is daily life or life philosophy, as if what their commander says is always right.

""

Only this time, Wittmann, who was smoking a cigarette and cleaning his gun, did not answer directly.

It's not that he was pretending to be mysterious, but he looked like he was thinking about something. After a few moments, he finally pinched the cigarette butt in his mouth, put the gun cleaning cloth on the gun and spoke.

"If you tell a lie, I will encourage you to continue fighting. If you tell the truth, I don't know. I don't know if there is still hope of winning this battle, because it is too slim, so slim that sometimes even I want to give up, but I know that I can't. ”

"Remember? We swore an oath to the Führer, and loyalty is absolute and uncompromising for us. There are many ways for a person to realize the meaning of life, and I choose to give everything for him, even including my own life. So far, I still think it is worth it. Otherwise, how can I live more meaningfully than this? Everything must be persisted to the end, right? "

""

The young gunner Wegener stopped talking, holding the edge of the turret with a thoughtful look on his face. Wittmann, who did not intend to interrupt him, immediately jumped out of the car and planned to see what was going on with the driver and the mechanic who were maintaining the wheels near the front of the car.

"So we are fighting a war that may have been lost, right?"

Wittmann, who had turned around, stopped and stood still for a short one or two seconds as if thinking about something. When he turned back again, his expression was still with a confident smile with the corners of his mouth raised, which could give people strength.

"The future has not yet been written, and the fate of tomorrow can only be created by ourselves. I don't remember which wild poet said this, I give it to you. If you figure it out, you will know what to do. I'm waiting for you.

""

Wittmann no longer paid attention to the young gunner on the turret. This had nothing to do with cold-bloodedness.

Few young people in their early twenties like to be disciplined by older people and taught things that they may not like. Wittmann knew this because he himself was at that time.

Instead of preaching for a long time, Wittmann thought it was better to let the young man think about it and think about what he should do next. With his understanding of Wegener, Wittmann believed that he would stay.

It was not because of the enthusiasm for war and the desire for killing. Wittmann could see that the young man was actually tired of the current war, but he would not easily abandon important comrades. This reason was enough for him to choose to stay. Now he just needed a little time, a little private time to think about it.

"How is it? Is the situation serious?"

Half an hour ago, Wittmann's Tiger King arrived here with injuries.

In the last battle, Wittmann's Tiger King was hit by the main gun of a US Sherman. Fortunately, the thick-skinned Tiger King's side defense is far from being as vulnerable as the fragile Panther. The thick side armor helped Wittmann withstand this fatal blow, and even caused a ricochet due to the too tricky angle of the bullet, directly bouncing off the incoming armor-piercing projectile.

Luck was also mixed with some bad luck. The whistling armor-piercing projectile was ejected downward along the edge of the armor, changing the trajectory, hitting the edge of the Tiger King's guide wheel, and scratching a track plate, almost breaking the Tiger King's leg on the spot.

The track plate that was almost half blown away was barely usable, and the guide wheel with unknown damage seemed to be functioning normally.

After assessing the damage, Wittmann thought the damage to the vehicle was not enough to abandon it, so he ordered the entire crew to hold their positions and continue fighting until the battle was over, and drove away the American squad whose troops and technical equipment were inferior to his own, forcing them to retreat.

Wittmann, who was not required to pursue the enemy, was able to lead his troops to move quickly, so as to avoid the licking planes summoned by the defeated Americans to come back for revenge.

Wittmann didn't know whether he was lucky enough or the quality of the new Tiger King, which he had just received, had been improved. In short, this was a good thing.

Moreover, the first thing to do after arriving at the hidden place and taking a breath for a while was of course to stop the car and inspect it, to see how bad the damage was and whether the vehicle could be repaired through simple field repairs.

If we really have to collapse in this remote place with no village or shop, we can only abandon the car. Wittmann, who knew that the battle was fierce and dangerous, prayed in his heart that his precious new car would not break down at this time and let everyone in the car become infantry.

"The track plate has been blown away by almost half. Although it has not reached the axis, it will not let the track fall off while running, but the hole is really big. It is no exaggeration to tell you that it can now get a big stone stuck in it, a stone bigger than a helmet."

"The guide wheel is in a better condition and looks like it can still support. Here, here, here, and here, there are a bunch of spider web-like cracks. I think it can be broken by a Russian anti-tank gun now, but it can still be used for the time being. As long as you don't let it get hit again, it should be fine."

The driver Heinrich is a kid younger than Wegener. He is only 20 years old this year, but his age is already considered a veteran. There are many kids in the Youth Division who are younger than him.

His excellent skills and professional qualities enabled him to be selected into Wittmann's crew and become a driver. Wittmann nodded and seemed to agree with Heinrich's "injury diagnosis".

"So you can still keep fighting?"