Chapter 2303 "It's the Tiger King!"

"Jimmy, do you still have cigarettes? I'm done smoking, so I'll give you one. Google search to read"

"Damn it, Jack, are you a smoker? The supplies were distributed just the day before yesterday, and you used them up so quickly? That's a whole week's supply."

Two U.S. troops with dead grass stuck in their helmet grilles and bullet bridge clips were leaning in the machine gun bunker and talking nonsense. One had a cigarette in his mouth, and the other had no cigarette in his mouth, and they were arguing with each other. They did not fulfill their duties at all. He did his duty of sticking his head out of the bunker and acting as an observation post, and he knew nothing about the upcoming life-threatening crisis.

"I don't have much inventory left. You go find Brad. They drive tanks and are richer than us."

"You are so stingy, Che"

There are eight bullet bridge clips for the M1 Garand rifle in the helmet grille. The military uniform on his body is sloppy, like a street gangster from rural Texas, more than a soldier, and the beard on his face is too sloppy. I don’t know how many days I haven’t shaved, and I feel like I came from the Middle East. Even the military boots on my feet are kicked on randomly, silently expressing all kinds of cynicism that can be seen at a glance.

"Hey, Brad, do you have a cigarette? That stingy Jimmy had to lick his fingers to avoid wasting the taste. He couldn't even give me a cigarette."

"What the hell did you say!? Son of the Beach!"

"Shut the hell up, it's none of your business if I want cigarettes, you cheapskate!"

Lala was sitting on the turret of his tank reading a letter just sent home from his wife in his hometown. In the envelope was a photo of his wife, his three-year-old son, and his one-year-old daughter sent along with the letter.

Brad, who was thinking about his family and thinking about finishing the war and returning home to reunite with his family, looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw two infantrymen who were at the same checkpoint as my tank and were responsible for guarding the machine gun bunker. They were arguing about smoking. The slightly younger boy was standing under his car, reaching for a cigarette and putting it in his mouth. He still muttered curses, but it was obvious that he was the one being scolded.

"How many do you want? I just have some here."

Brad is not a particularly difficult person to talk to. To be precise, in the eyes of many people around him, he can be called a "good old guy."

As a veteran, Brad has been in the army for several years. He can repair cars, be proficient in firearms and machinery, and can also command tanks in battle. He is an all-rounder in everyone's eyes.

Maybe it's because his father is a well-known orphanage sponsor and philanthropist in the local town. Although his parents love him, Brad, who has loved playing in the orphanage since he was a child, has many friends. This may be his reason. The main reason for being sociable and not discriminating against the weak.

All in all, Brad is a "good guy", literally a good guy. He is also an "excellent company commander" and "highly praised vehicle commander" by his comrades and subordinates in the same vehicle crew. His willingness to help others is one of his signature characteristics.

Regardless of whether the person seeking help is a stranger or an acquaintance, as long as he is a comrade of his own, Brad is usually willing to help, and he doesn't even mind helping more, like now.

"Really? Oh, look, that's better than some cheapskate bastard who has to point his fingers to pick his asshole. Sorry, I didn't mean anything else, I meant thank you, thank you so much, bro, I I’ve been holding this in for a long time, so let me enjoy it now.”

Looking at the boy with a crooked helmet under the car, he took the few cigarettes he handed him, put one of them into his mouth, put the other ones into his coat pocket, closed the pocket flap and put them away carefully, speechless. Brad, who was laughing, also became interested and couldn't help but ask.

"Where is your family from? Bro, your accent sounds like you're from Texas?"

"Yeah, real Texas, like"

call out--

Ding-ding——

The cynical second-rate soldier with a crooked helmet didn't even have time to finish his words. The artillery shells whizzed in with a shrieking sound, and came from far and near in an instant. Before everyone's brain circuits could react, the shells were fired. The target has been hit.

It was a half-track machine gun truck parked in front of the intersection not far away. There were even several American soldiers on the car chatting and kicking in the carport. There were also people around the car. No one realized the crisis was coming. , and even less able to escape.

Death only comes in the blink of an eye.

Boom——

The huge explosion and the fireball that instantly rose shook the surrounding air. The blown human tissue fragments and steel debris were scattered and sprayed all over the sky. The high-speed hot metal fragments set off by the explosion impact were more like a death storm. In an instant, it swept away everything around it and swept away thousands of armies.

"Damn it! Enemy attack, enemy attack! The Germans are coming, take cover! Shelling!!!"

"Shut up, shut the fuck up! Get down, everyone, take cover!"

"Medic, where is the medic!? I need a fucking medic, my legs, my legs!"

Explosions, orders, roars, sounds of pain, all kinds of shouts and screams

Just the explosion caused by such a shell, the US military at the entire checkpoint was instantly in chaos. It is hard to believe that this group of people had just repelled and driven away another team of armed personnel nearly an hour ago. , won the battle, the enemy was the German stormtroopers.

What does this mean?

Maybe it doesn't mean anything. At most, it can only mean that the Germans' stormtroopers, who are using random weapons, filled with cattle and horses, and made up of strong men, are the real deal.

The attacked American troops were shouting and making a mess, and they didn't even know where the shell came from or where the enemy was. At this moment, only the elite SS troops on the opposite side who were "watching with eager eyes" could completely capture their targets and prepare to hunt.

"Continue, load the armor-piercing shells! American tanks may appear at the street corner at any time, stay alert!"

"Cars 102, 103 and 112 move forward and send the infantry up! Other cars maintain fire support and give priority to killing American tanks!"

"Received!"

Accompanied by Wittmann's order, the roaring German Tiger Kings immediately began to move.

The huge car body carried the armored grenadiers on it and began to step on the accelerator to rush forward at the maximum speed.

The American troops who were stunned by the first shot were not really stupid, they were just green.

Anyone with eyes could see the huge size of the King Tiger, which was like a moving hill. When the American soldiers stationed at the checkpoints and the bunkers outside the town saw these giants rushing towards them, they not only picked up their weapons and prepared to fight, but also shouted in panic.

"Fuck! It's the German King Tiger! Call the tanks! We need tank support, quickly!"