Chapter 2313: Fight to the Death (Part 2)
Chapter 2313: Fighting to the Death (Part 2)
What kind of commander brings out what kind of soldiers? This truth of war is eternal and unchanged, and it is certainly the same in the long run.
There is obvious white smoke steaming out of the power cabin heat dissipation window at the rear end of the car body. However, the maneuverability of this King Tiger has not been affected yet, and it is not known how long it can last. It is still continuing to maneuver without any hesitation. It's as if nothing happened at all.
The gun muzzles, which rotated rapidly under the double blessing, finally overlapped the gun lines when the Sherman was forced to slow down because it crossed a masonry obstacle.
The gunner who had finished aiming had already put his index finger on the trigger. The commander, whose field of vision and the gunner's field of view always kept the manual steering consistent, gave the order almost as soon as he completed the aiming.
"Fire!"
boom--
The huge roar of the cannon burst out with strong propellant combustion chemical energy, which then scattered into bright flames. The violent muzzle shock wave washed away the fallen dust under the Tiger King's body and scattered it in the air.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and the full-caliber armor-piercing projectile that escaped from the barrel broke away from the muzzle brake like an arrow and went straight towards the target.
The muzzle of the gun that managed to keep up with the target's maneuver was not completely pointed at the core of the target. The goal of this gun was not to completely destroy the target, but to first prevent it from continuing to maneuver wildly and threaten itself.
Everyone knows that only by preserving oneself can one destroy the enemy, and the results that come in a flash are exactly as expected.
Boom——
The power cabin that was filled with armor-piercing projectiles exploded violently. Flames and black smoke shot out at the same time, accompanied by the twisted sound of the entire engine being torn apart and broken.
Sherman, whose butt was breathing fire like a drunken man, tilted his head until he hit the edge of the half-collapsed hut parked on the roadside, and could no longer move. The body and front sections of the car that had not been affected by the fire, and There was a reaction in the turret fighting room soon. It was the US armored soldiers who fled in a hurry. They opened the hatch cover and prepared to abandon the vehicle and escape.
"Armor-piercing bullets! Continue!"
"Loading completed!"
"Repeat target, hit in the stomach! Fire!"
boom--
Even though the enemy tanks had lost their combat effectiveness and began to abandon their vehicles, the SS commander, who showed no mercy at all, still issued a death order as cold and cruel as his skull cap emblem.
The lives of the five U.S. armored soldiers were doomed in just two or three seconds of his words.
The Chang 88 Tiger King, powered by a semi-automatic loader, fired so fast that the U.S. armored soldiers who had just stopped the vehicle only had time to open the hatch and had no chance to get out of the vehicle and run away. The full-caliber hooded armor-piercing projectile fired again roared in, hitting the Sherman's thin-skinned side armor and blasting violently into it.
Boom——
Although there was no violent explosion of ammunition or the flying of the turret, there was still a burning flame of death that crazily drilled out.
The No. 112 King Tiger, which successfully caused the entire vehicle to catch fire with a follow-up shot, achieved its goal and achieved a "double kill" on the US tank in less than three minutes of fighting. It took a pair of two to put the good brothers on the road. The 4a3e8 long-barreled Sherman was successfully killed.
The price is that this Tiger King, which was just issued not long ago and even the camouflage paint on the body is still 90% new, is completely dead.
It was very similar to the scene in a steamed bun shop when steaming steamed buns in a steamer. The increasingly violent white smoke continued to spray out from the heat dissipation window of the power cabin and steam up with uncontrollable momentum. Even the fighting room in the hull section was filled with billowing white smoke, pungent and choking, which was torture to the extreme.
"Get out! Everyone get out! Rescue the car quickly, quickly!"
It is particularly difficult to replenish this batch of new King Tigers, and for a long time after receiving this batch of new King Tigers, if nothing unexpected happens, the 101st SS Heavy Armored Battalion will not be able to get any more. Effective replenishment, even if there is priority replenishment favored by the head of state, it will have to wait for a while.
Therefore, these hard-won precious new cars must be saved, cherished and used with care. This is what the quartermaster who escorted the delivery of these new cars clearly emphasized to everyone in the 101st Battalion who came to pick them up.
The commander of the No. 112 King Tiger did not want to be forced to take his brothers as infantrymen for a long time. The infantry tactical skills he has mastered are limited to self-protection and cannot be said to be professional at all. Without tanks, the battlefield survival rate of these "rookie amateur infantry" is undoubtedly very low. They are not as good as the grenade soldiers. At least they are doing the work of physical combat and are much more professional.
Therefore, logically and logically, when the battle could be considered to be over for the time being, the first thing the commander of the No. 112 King Tiger thought of was "hurry up and save the car."
After the order was given, without saying a word, he picked up the portable fire extinguisher and rushed out of the car. Several other crew members in the car also followed suit. Knowing the importance of their precious car, they picked up fire extinguishing tools and followed closely. The driver rushed out.
When we arrived at the rear of the car, the scene had worsened. The steaming white smoke turned into dyed black smoke, which became more pungent and choking.
This indicates that even if there is no open flames spouting out yet, some parts in the car are already at the last moment of spontaneous combustion and fire. It is far from just a simple problem of "engine overload".
"Quick! Put out the fire, get in!"
The headphone was lost, the military cap was lost, and even the military uniform on his body was torn for some unknown reason. The commander took the lead and rushed directly to the rear of the Tiger King with the fire extinguisher in his hand. He held the nozzle with his left hand and the pressure handle with his right hand, and sprayed directly at the heat dissipation window of the power compartment where hot black smoke was coming out.
The other crew members who arrived later also rushed forward without daring to be negligent. The combined spray of several on-board fire extinguishers finally had an effect.
The danger of open fire was suppressed before it could occur. After a short moment, the rear of the Tiger King was left with only the evaporating mist and the residual traces of the fire extinguisher.
Although Cheng was unable to move, at least the car was basically saved intact, and there was a possibility of returning to the battlefield after repair.
After a series of tense and suffocating battles and the extremely thrilling rescue and firefighting, the SS armored soldiers who had finished all the things they should do finally got a breath. The fatigue after the adrenaline surge subsided immediately hit them. The shaky gunner who was still holding the fire extinguisher in his hand was the first to collapse and sat down on the ground with a sigh.
"Damn it! I almost died. If the fuel tank exploded, we would all die!"
The loader on the side waved his hand casually, put down the fire extinguisher in his hand and just sighed.
"Don't complain, at least you're still alive, being alive is better than anything else"
"Huh-huh-huh-"
The commander, who was also panting, didn't complain much. The fire extinguisher in his hand had already fallen to the ground and rolled to his feet. When he looked back quietly, he saw the body of an American armored soldier struggling in the flames and failing. He just hung outside the turret in a sudden and hideous manner, still being licked by the flames.
I didn't know what to say, and my heart was full of mixed feelings. After a short moment of silence, there was only one final sigh.
"This is the fate of the armored soldiers, the fate of all of us, including them."