Chapter 2309: Kill that Sherman

Chapter 2309?? Kill that Sherman

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At the beginning of the battle, Brad, who was commanding his 4a3e8 long-barreled Sherman car and was near the outer checkpoint of the town, was lucky.

The Germans' primary goal was not to clear the US troops stationed at the checkpoint in the town, but to obviously remove all visible targets on the outer defense positions, from large to small threats. This was obviously to prepare for a quick raid to take down the outer defense positions.

Brad, who had been dealing with the Germans since North Africa, understood this instantly and responded immediately.

However, the reaction he made and the order he issued were not to immediately step on the accelerator and rush out of the town along the main road to fight the Germans head-on.

Outside the town were Tiger Kings, and the terrain was fucking open and unobstructed.

What do you say you are going to do? Huh? A Xie Mantou rushed out and was hit by concentrated fire and turned into a barbecue grill, right?

Knowing that rushing out alone at this time would be a suicide mission, Brad ordered to reverse and retreat at full speed. It was not that he wanted to be a deserter and avoid the battle, but when facing the enemy's infantry-tank coordinated armored offensive, the first thing to do was to gather the armored forces of his side and twist them into one force.

The quality of the tanks was not superior to the original, and the difference was huge. If they did not gather local numerical advantages and win by tactics, then there would be no need to fight this battle. The result of "sending the mantou into the tiger's mouth" one after another like the gourd baby saving his grandfather was the same no matter how you look at it or think about it.

Fortunately, Major Verheyton, the battalion commander, did not mean to blame him. He knew that Brad's seemingly cowardly behavior was actually the most meaningful under the circumstances at the time. It was definitely better than his own meaningless behavior of riding a bicycle to rush out of the town to support friendly forces, which seemed extremely brave but was actually stupid.

After Brad assembled all the remaining armored forces in the town that he could mobilize, the order from Verheiden, who had been waiting impatiently for the fire, also arrived. A battle between the steamed buns and the Tiger King in the town was imminent and inevitable.

Swoosh——

Boom——

"Fuck! We need tank support, where the fucking tank support is!? The German monster is about to run over our faces!!!"

The cry for help from the soldier who came from nowhere on the radio was simply heartbreaking. Brad, whose ears were filled with the pig-killing shouts, was calm and steady. He raised the radio transmitter tightly in his hand and spoke quietly.

"We are approaching the intersection of Avenue A and West Street. What's the situation? Tell me where the enemy tanks are."

"Front, front! Parked at the intersection of West Street! Two Tiger Kings are parked almost side by side. The house is about to be blown down by them! You'd better hurry up! Immediately!"

"Got it, hold on! We'll be there soon!"

At the same time as the radio was cut off, the roar of the German Tiger King engine could be clearly heard from behind a row of buildings. Judging from the rising tone, the German Tiger King was starting to start. Knowing that this was a great opportunity, Brad decisively issued an order.

"Saber 22, Saber 23, charge out! The German tanks are crossing the street, hit them in the belly!"

The relative position of the enemy and us is favorable to the US military. After the tank column rushes out of the street, the muzzle should be directly facing the side armor of the German Tiger King, which is the most vulnerable belly of the tiger. Knowing that his firepower cannot penetrate the front of the thick-skinned Tiger King, Brad is determined to seize the opportunity and give the Germans a head-on blow first.

The two Sherman tanks that received the order immediately accelerated forward. They were the same model as Brad's command vehicle. These were also two 4a3e8 long-barreled Sherman tanks with greatly upgraded firepower. They were also the most powerful of all the models of Sherman tanks under Brad's command. As long as he could find the weakness, he could definitely send the German Tiger King away with one shot.

Crunching--

Crack--

The rapidly grinding tracks rolled over the brick and stone debris on the ground, making a harsh sound. The enemy tanks that were moving in parallel and in step with each other across a row of houses almost met each other instantly.

The huge man had never expected that such a deadly assassin would rush out from the unexpected corner, and even two of them came at once. The tiger hunter holding a deadly knife also showed no mercy and drew his knife.

"Fire!"

Boom--

Swish--

Boom--

The sound of the shells bursting out of the gun, the whistling sound of the bullets flying through the air, and the loud explosion sound of the armor being torn and instantly detonated inside the vehicle body.

All the sounds that followed one after another instantly mixed into one and rang out.

The seemingly powerful, mighty, and invincible Tiger King was shot through the belly by a long-barreled 76mm cannon. The huge and bulky turret was even pointed at the building at the next street corner before it died. It was completely unaware of the arrival of the assassin, let alone reacting.

It was unknown which of the strong ammunition and fuel explosions came first, but in short, the fire exploded into the sky, and a death storm of metal and flames was set off on the spot.

The SS armored grenadiers who were following closely around the Tiger King and preparing to charge were unlucky. Metal fragments as big as a palm and as big as submachine gun bullets rained down in an instant, and they had no time to dodge.

There were many unlucky people who were hit by seven or even dozens of metal fragments in an instant, and were swept into sieves. As for those who were blown up on the spot and lifted into the air by the shock wave of the explosion, it was even more common.

"We shot him! We killed him! Haha!!!"

"Yi~~ha~~This is so beautiful! I like it!"

"Keep loading, armor-piercing bullets! Quick!"

The tiger killers who succeeded in one shot and killed the tiger king celebrated their achievements with excited shouts. Being able to kill a zoo monster that is as big as a moving steel mountain is definitely worth bragging about! All the comrades around you will look at you with admiration. The army that respects the strong is the one who kills the tiger. This is an absolute truth.

But the premise is that you have to survive after killing the tiger, and then you have the opportunity to go to the battlefield bar and let others buy you a drink, and listen to your bragging about the exciting tiger killing story that is somewhat exaggerated.

Obviously, the Sherman crew, immersed in great joy, has not yet realized this problem.

Although the loader is still loading shells in time, the gunner is also responding to turn the turret, and there is no problem, some things are still a step too late.

"112, the target is behind the street corner in front of the right, kill that Sherman!"