Chapter 2305 Tiger Roars Besieging the City (Part 2)

Chapter 2305??Tiger Roars Besieging the City (Part 2)

A high-explosive shell burst out of the barrel, followed by the next one to be loaded. As Wittmann shouted the order to load the shell, the shell pushed into the barrel again was a high-explosive grenade as usual.

The high-explosive projectile was taken out of the ammunition rack of the vehicle and moved to the loading slide at the rear of the breech block, ready for use. The semi-automatic loader, which had already fired four rounds, had the last two propellant cartridges left.

The main loader in charge of operating the loader rotated the loader, aiming the pre-loaded propellant cartridge at the rear of the breech block, and the three points of the ready-to-fire projectile and the barrel were aligned in a straight line.

"Go!"

The right arm holding the loading handle exerted force instantly, pushing the large propellant cartridge and the projectile at the front into the barrel along the slide rail instantly, the loader reset and fell, the breech block was manually closed, and the words came out of his mouth.

"Loading complete!"

"Fire!"

Boom--

Another loud bang, the high-explosive projectiles that came out of the barrel with a shrill whistling sound hit the enemy position again, this time the target was the few remaining US machine gun teams located on the outer positions.

The powerful 105mm high-explosive projectiles were accurate and deadly, and exploded almost right on the face of the US machine gun team at a very close distance, with flames rolling and fragments flying in an instant.

Flesh was shattered, bones flew everywhere, and along with them were the parts and fragments of the .30 machine gun that were completely blown to pieces.

Two indescribable pieces of flesh that could not even be seen as human beings were blown back, and the entire machine gun team was crushed into powder in an instant.

The American soldiers squatting in the surrounding trenches didn't dare to say that they were scared to pee their pants instantly when they saw this scene, but the faces of those young and immature soldiers who were on the battlefield for the first time were still full of fear and timidity. They were sincerely afraid that they would end up in the same fate, with their bodies and flesh and blood blown away.

"We are finished! Jimmy, those Nazis will cut off our heads and kick them like balls! We are finished! It's all over!"

"Woo woo mom, mom! I don't want to die, who can help me stuff my intestines back, medic mom medic"

"We have to retreat to the town! This is a dead place! Retreat immediately, right now!"

The fear of the enemy was like a raging plague that infected the entire position in no time. Even if the American soldiers who were still alive were not scared on the spot, they still lived in trenches and foxholes, holding their weapons in their hands, with their backs against the soil, and began to seriously think about "how to make the battle more meaningful instead of just sending people to their deaths".

Although they have little time left, it is still worth doing. Survival or destruction is always a question worth considering, no matter when.

"Fuck! I'm going to let these sons of bitches know how powerful I am. Watch me beat the bellies of these zoo cats!"

There are still some surviving American soldiers who are not afraid of death, or in other words, in any armed team that has not collapsed collectively until now, there must be a few tough guys who are the core of courage.

The bazooka on his shoulder is like a normal adult holding a small PVC water pipe in his hand, which is not worth mentioning.

This American sergeant, who is more than 1.9 meters tall and full of tendons, seems to be full of chicken blood. He curses and says bad words that he wants to greet all the ancestors of the enemy one by one. The bazooka rocket launcher held tightly in his hand and carried firmly on his shoulder is raised straight up, and the black muzzle is aimed at the target in the blink of an eye, ready.

It was a Tiger King tank that had rushed to the very close distance of the position, completely within the range, and exposed a considerable part of the side armor, and did not notice that there were any daring American survivors here.

"Bazooka! The American is still alive, kill him!"

The SS armored grenadiers who were following closely behind the Tiger King tank and had limited vision roared, and the stg44 assault rifles that pressed bullets into the chamber were also raised and aimed, but this belated action was still a step later than the enemy who took the initiative.

Boom--

Swish--

The electric shock-fired bazooka rocket instantly whizzed out of the barrel with an orange-red tail flame, like a bright meteor across the sky, rushing straight to the target that was already close at hand.

The Tiger King tank, which had no vigilance against the enemy's attack, had no time to evade, and the side armor that had exposed a considerable area was directly killed by the rocket.

"Hit! I fucking hit the side!"

This was the first thing that came to the mind of the sturdy American soldier holding the smoking rocket launcher. His brain circuit was filled with all kinds of surprises and excitement before he had time to think about it. This desperate attack was finally not in vain!

However, even if this land is not under the control of God, or whatever the hell is in charge, it doesn't matter, but God or some of God's similar things just like to play a big joke on you, especially when you least expect it and are caught off guard.

Ding bang--

Swish--

Who the hell could have thought that the defense of this tough Tiger King was simply outrageous to the extreme! Even if the rocket hit directly, it does not necessarily mean that it will have an effect, because this bazooka rocket was actually bounced directly and flew out obliquely to the sky without any suspense because of the tricky impact point and the side armor of the Tiger King itself with a certain irregular inclination.

Yes, rockets can also ricochet, or in other words, as long as you are ammunition with a warhead collision-triggered fuze, no matter what you are called, there is a possibility of ricocheting, even high-explosive shells are the same, and you will definitely ricochet when you should.

"Don't eat the sour radish!"

The above is the last words left by the strong American sergeant carrying a smoking bazooka on his shoulder.

"Kill him!"

Da da da da da——

Bang bang bang——

Another stg44 assault rifle and another g43 semi-automatic rifle

A burst of heavy bullets hit him head-on, and instantly sent the strong sergeant who had no chance to crouch and dodge away on the spot.

The blood flowers bursting from his chest even turned into a large, densely sprayed blood mist because of too many bullets at once, washing in the air and announcing the complete death of a living life.

The sturdy American sergeant fell on his back with his legs spread out. His comrades were howling, stumbling, fighting and retreating towards a town not far away. Although it was destined to be a bloody and messy road to hell under the fierce firepower of the SS, there was still a glimmer of hope.

Soon, accompanied by the rhythmic shaking of the earth, one after another SS armored grenadiers stepped on large-sized military boots and jumped into the trench where the battle had just ended. They rushed forward on the land flowing with the blood of the sergeant and continued to move towards the town where the corpses of American soldiers were everywhere along the way.

The only thing left in the trench was the dilated pupils of the sergeant's body, which was no longer lifeless, staring at the sky with a lifeless look, and the creaking sound of the huge Tiger King tank that came with it, forcibly rolling over the trench with its wide tracks. There was nothing else.