Chapter 2308 Bloody Town

Chapter 2308?? Bloody Town

The commander's orders in battle are unquestionable. No matter how many questions and confusions you have, you have to wait until the battle is over.

Knowing this, Wegener fired the main gun without thinking too much. The whistling full-caliber high-explosive shell aimed at the target and flew straight away. The lightning-fast explosion was only in an instant.

Boom--

The walls collapsed and the houses collapsed, and there was a burst of flying sand and rocks, and flames rolled. The scattered brick and stone fragments and rubble fragments almost rained down like a rain of construction garbage. The other advantage of upgrading from 88mm caliber to 105mm caliber was instantly reflected vividly: the damage effect of large-caliber grenades on buildings and soft targets is absolutely incomparable to small-caliber shells. This change in caliber is enough to produce qualitative changes in most cases.

With just one bombardment, the entire balcony window that was hit by a 105mm high-explosive shell was completely shattered, and a huge gap was blown out.

Originally, there was a US .30 machine gun at the gap, and there was a machine gun team of at least two people.

But now, there is nothing left except a huge bombardment gap and dilapidated bricks and rubble.

Whether it is people or guns, you can't even find the slightest trace of struggle in this place.

"The machine gun is gone, keep moving forward! Go! Move quickly!"

Those SS armored grenadiers who followed their own Tiger King tanks were very good at grasping the rhythm of the attack. Performance

Seeing that the annoying US machine gun on the commanding height was taken away by a shot from their own tanks, the quick-eyed and quick-handed SS leaders immediately called on their soldiers to take the opportunity to charge forward. No one can tell when and where the next Yankee firepower point will suddenly appear. Before that, it is undoubtedly one of the most important things to seize this precious opportunity and push forward as soon as possible.

It is true that the American machine gun firepower on the commanding heights was blown away, but the American troops on the ground level continued to fight to the death.

"That bunch of SS scum is coming! Shoot them down and fight!"

"Give me grenades, bring that box of grenades over!"

"Ammunition man, I need an ammunition man! Who will load the machine gun!?"

As the attacking party, the short time for the SS to gather troops did give the American troops in the town who were suddenly attacked a certain breathing space. That is to say, with this precious breathing space, the American troops in the town further adjusted their deployment and strengthened the firepower configuration of each intersection checkpoint, and took a decisive battle posture and vowed to fight to the death with those SS scum.

But obviously, these few minutes of hasty preparations for war were far from enough, especially unable to resist the Tiger King tanks roaring along the main road of the town.

"Next! At one o'clock, still at the roadside intersection! There are at least ten Americans in the shop window on the first floor, blow it up!"

"Aimed!"

"Fire!"

Boom--

Among the roaring main guns, there is always a more dull and explosive sound that is so different.

With the superb firing rate of the semi-automatic loader, the actual combat effectiveness that the 007 crew commanded by Wittmann can burst out is amazing.

Every time there is a roar, there must be American soldiers killed.

Either they are blown to pieces by a cannon from the commanding heights of the building, or they are destroyed and taken away collectively by a cannon when they are in groups of three, five, or ten people guarding the key buildings at the intersection.

The guns knocked people down, and then the SS armored grenadiers wearing big military boots, holding assault rifles, and looking ferocious swarmed in. The tiny resistance would be completely extinguished like a candle flame in a short time, and the damage that could be caused to the enemy by such struggle and resistance was minimal.

The US military, which still did not intend to retreat at this moment, soon realized that this was not a solution. The bazookas in the hands of the light infantry could not stop these thick-skinned Tiger Kings at all. They could not even enter the effective range and would be taken away by this group of shrewd SS armored scum with one shot.

"Ferheiden, this won't work! We have to adjust our tactics. These Nazi steel monsters are slaughtering our guys like animals. We have to think of a way!"

It doesn't seem to be a wise move to set up the command post in the iconic church building in the center of the town. It is too arrogant and will become the enemy's primary target of fire once exposed. It seems even more stupid to set up the observation post of the command post on the top of the church bell tower.

But the benefits brought by this are unquestionable. As the top of the church bell tower, the tallest building in the whole town, almost all the main targets and situations on all fronts in the town can be seen at a glance.

In this era without high-tech blessing, you can call it a "homegrown spy satellite". In terms of the perception of battlefield information, there is really no other building in the whole town that can match it.

As the saying goes, the risk you take is worth the reward you get. Major Verheiden, who commanded his reinforced battalion and vowed to defend the town, was now lying on the top of the church bell tower with his deputy. Without exposing his target, he used a telescope to observe everything happening in the town and command the battle.

"Contact Brad and ask them if they are ready! The infantry are almost dead. Tell him that if he doesn't take action, he will have to wait for a duel with the German infantry and tanks. He is about to lose his last chance!"

The assistant beside him was stunned when he heard the words, and blinked twice with some uncertainty before speaking.

"Do you mean, really let them go? At this time?"

The only answer he got was the emotionless words of Freiden.

"If you have a better way, I'll listen attentively. Do you want to learn from those Japanese monkeys and let the infantry hold explosives to blow up the tanks!?"

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The answer is obvious. Although they knew that their tanks were no match for those German treasures, there were always things that had to be done. The steel collision of tanks against tanks was already the best anti-armor trump card that the US military in the town could show. There was really no other way.

"I understand. I'll tell him right away."

The battalion commander's order was conveyed quickly. When those friendly infantry companies were crying and calling for reinforcements and requesting retreat on the radio, only one US company was sailing against the current, going upstream and rushing towards the hottest focus of the battlefield.

"Saber 22, Saber 23, lead the way, everyone follow closely! Let's go teach those fascist ghosts a lesson and beat their tigers into sick cats!"