Chapter 2300 Tiger King Attacks

The Tiger Kings, loaded with armored grenadiers, moved forward along the dirt road. With a combat weight approaching 70 tons, this giant tank, with its not-so-low power-to-weight ratio and wide track design, actually had a decent tactical maneuverability on off-road roads. It was not as slow as some British iron bastards.

There were a lot of problems and a high failure rate, which only meant that the reliability of the Tiger King was not very good and the average trouble-free hours were difficult to be satisfactory. This had nothing to do with the tactical maneuverability when there were no failures, just like there was no direct connection between a high failure rate and a slow running speed.

"What kind of enemies will we encounter? British or Americans? Or both?"

The increasing combat experience has made the young gunner Wegener accustomed to knowing as much as possible about his enemies before the battle, at least to know their identities and what country they are from. There are not only differences in tactics between the British and Americans, but also in the equipment they use. Different tactics need to be adopted to deal with them. Wegener asked this question because he understood this.

"The newspaper said it was the Americans, so I guess there would be no British. In the past few days, I have only encountered Americans in the current direction. This is good news, right? Those Americans are slightly easier to deal with than the British.

Unlike the plots portrayed in classic American blockbusters in later generations, Wittmann, who was on the Western Front, generally preferred to fight with the US army rather than the British army after having been in contact with the enemy for a long time and understanding the enemy's nature.

The reason is, of course, that Americans are easier to bully.

The easy bullying here does not mean that Americans are poorly equipped and inferior to the British, but that many American soldiers are recruits who are on the battlefield for the first time and have little combat experience. Killing them is as easy as crushing a grape that has fallen on the ground with one foot. On the contrary, those British are different.

A considerable number of troops under Montgomery were previously in North Africa and had fought with the German army. There are many who have rich combat experience and records of fighting, such as the 7th Armored Division that was previously blocked by Master Wei in the village of Bocage and killed.

They are familiar with their enemies and understand the tactical characteristics of the German army. They often know better than the US army when to do what and how to protect themselves and minimize losses when the wind is against them. Of course, they are more difficult to deal with.

The overall unfavorable background of the war is here. Wittmann also knows that only by protecting himself can he continue to destroy the enemy. If his life is lost, everything will be over. It is useless to talk about how to annihilate more enemies.

Under such a premise, it is certainly worth celebrating that we are fighting against the chicken Americans instead of the old fox British.

"But the Americans have more planes than the British. Their flying bottles will drop tons of bombs on our heads. I hate fighting in a rain of bombs. It will affect my performance. "

It can be seen that Wegener is a little afraid of those American planes flying all over the sky. He looks unhappy and annoyed when he mentions these things. Wittmann, who has long been accustomed to fighting in such an environment, is nonchalant.

"At least your situation is better than the infantry outside. At least you have armor protection, and they only have a layer of military uniform. "

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The young Wegener stopped talking, leaning on his gunner's seat and began to flip through a wrinkled book with the cover missing. It was a Soviet officer's diary he brought back from the Eastern Front.

Wegener kept it with him as if he could draw some strength from it. He said that he could find something in the enemy's diary to keep him awake. No one knew whether it was true or he just thought too much.

Wittmann, who was guarding his position as a tank commander, also received news soon: the front-line scouts were back.

The villain SS-1st-level assault squadron leader named Heisenberg sent out his minions, ah, no, in today's terms, he should have sent out a group of his elite armored grenadiers.

This group of armored grenadiers took two open barrel cars, maneuvered quickly, and quietly sneaked out of the town. They got off the car and walked on foot, moving forward in secret, until they were very close, almost right under the noses of the US patrol team, and then they stopped.

Looking at those American soldiers who were bragging and asking for cigarettes from their companions while chatting and laughing, and had no idea that the disaster was quietly approaching, these elite and cold-blooded Waffen SS armored grenadiers silently observed and recorded everything they could see, and after confirming that the records were correct and roughly understanding the situation outside the town, they quietly retreated and left.

They drove two barrel cars back quickly and met with the main force in the rear, that is, the small mechanized combat team led by Wittmann, and then told them all the information they had just discovered.

"At least one battalion heard that the Americans said that their battalion commander had just arrived, and they originally planned to capture him alive, but they couldn't find a chance to make a move. There were too many spies wandering back and forth, and it was too easy to be exposed. "

"In addition, we saw American tanks, Shermans, and some armored vehicles, but there were not many of them. There were no more than ten tanks and they were scattered, as if they were used as scattered checkpoints. There were also machine gun positions outside the town. It seemed that the Americans had already regarded the town as their own and were unaware of the danger. "

The armored grenadier with a crooked helmet holding the STG44 across his arms reported the situation. This second-rate state of not taking things seriously often explains the problem. People who can get into this kind of situation on the battlefield are generally not easy to mess with. They are either fearless desperados or have real skills and do not take the enemy seriously. The most terrifying ones even have both.

As for what kind of person he is?

In fact, just by looking at the fact that he was sent to lead the reconnaissance, you can basically know a little bit. The ruthless Heisenberg who did not leave any American prisoners alive is a villain, but he is not stupid. He knows how to use talents to make his slaughter more efficient, just like now.

"So the enemy has set up a relatively complete outer warning circle? Use machine gun positions and tanks to guard the main intersections and set up checkpoints. Am I right?"

The second-rate veteran just nodded and said nothing. Wittmann, who did not care about these small details, basically understood the situation and then quietly spoke to Heisenberg beside him.

"The commander of this group of American soldiers must be quite capable. He set up checkpoints and perimeter defenses quickly. The last time we encountered a similar situation, the commander of the American soldiers was still searching for spoils in the warehouse in the town."