Chapter 2352 Now Is the Tiger King Moment (Part 1)

A whole column of American armored vehicles rumbled through the tank commander's periscope.

The white circle of five-pointed stars was extremely conspicuous under the sunlight. Those ignorant American soldiers, who had no idea that the god of death had raised his sickle towards their necks, even sat on the buttocks of the tanks and talked and laughed.

Even though the enemy was numerous and we were few and alone.

Wittmann, who was lurking in the shadows and had the advantage of attacking first, still planned to do this. He was sure that he had the confidence and ability to do it, just like creating the so-called "legend" in the eyes of others in the village of Bocage.

For a true legendary figure, the legend can definitely be copied and created again, and Wittmann himself firmly believed in this.

"Load armor-piercing shells, gunners ready! Aim at the first vehicle in front!"

"Little American girl, come to Daddy~"

"Armor-piercing shells are ready, loaded!"

"Aimed!"

"Then, fire!"

Before the huge sound of the artillery filled the ears, the whistling sound of the supersonic shells that broke through the air had already arrived and implanted in the mind.

Swish——

Boom——

Boom——

Just as easily as a silver-shining table knife cutting the first piece of breakfast bread in the morning, Wittmann's No. 007 vehicle ambushed from the side and succeeded in one shot, and it was poured in.

The 105mm full-caliber capped armor-piercing projectile with strong impact potential energy easily penetrated the armor of the first M26 "Pershing" vehicle, and instantly turned this new US tank that was officially put into battle not long ago into a torch, burning fiercely.

"Oh, God! What happened!? What on earth is that?"

"Fuck! Someone help me, my leg! Where is the medic!?"

"Peterson was hit, their whole car is finished! Repeat, Peterson and his crew are finished"

The commander of the second Pan-Head tank that followed closely behind had no time to finish his words. In just a few seconds of reaction time, the second attack that was totally unexpected came violently again.

Swoosh——

Boom——

"God! Fuck! What on earth happened? What's going on outside! Report, report quickly!!!"

"Black's crew was hit, and the ammunition exploded! They are finished too, Black and his crew are all finished!"

"Shit!!!"

The entire radio channel was filled with the noisy shouting and yelling of the US armored soldiers. In fact, even if you don't look at these steel behemoths, the situation outside the tanks is almost the same.

The American soldiers who were blown off the tanks either fell to the ground or fell on their backs. Their bodies, dead or alive, fell to the ground, bleeding profusely. No one cared or cared.

A burning man emerged from the first burning car, but rather than a "man", it was just a moving torch that could hardly be seen in human form.

The fire just fluttered and rolled down from the wreckage of the tank. After a few seconds of burning, there was no movement and it fell to the ground.

There were only two things left in the fire: the blazing flames and the fuel for the flames. That was all.

The surviving American soldiers, panicking and like frightened rabbits, fled in all directions. They didn't know where the enemy was and there was no combat order from their superiors. One by one, they all ran down the slope and hid on the reverse slope of the dirt road. This was the most meaningful thing they could do within their cognitive scope at the moment.

After all, if you lose your life, then there is no point in talking about anything else, right?

In fact, the commander of the US armored forces in the middle did not realize a problem until now.

No matter what enemy they are facing or how many enemies there are, in short, there is a most difficult situation that has hit their heads.

Not only was the leading vehicle killed, but even the trailing vehicle suffered the same fate.

The fascists on the opposite side cut off the front and rear of the US tank column on the dirt road, blocking the way forward or backward. The remaining tanks stuck in the middle could not move forward or backward for a while, and were blocked. If they want to restore mobility, they must at least complete the turn.

But this is not an easy task for the Pershing, which has a combat weight of 41 tons and a small engine with only 500 horsepower. What Sherman can do easily, Pershing can't do. Don't expect this thing to be as flexible as the leopard in the German zoo.

"Damn it, we're caught! We can't move!"

"Shut up! Turn, turn quickly! Back up the slope! Quick!"

"But I saw the infantry hiding under the slope"

"Fuck the infantry! They have eyes, they will hide when they see the tanks turning upside down, turn the car quickly!"

So is everything really that easy?

The slight smile on Wittmann's lips did not agree with this, which was obvious.

"Target, American tanks on the dirt road, fire at will!"

"Armor-piercing bullets, fire!"

Boom--

Another roaring sound broke through the air, and the third streamlined armor-piercing bullet wrapped in a hood was fired hotly, rushing towards the target again.

It was like a red-hot bone-cutting knife stabbing a cream cake.

A M26 Pershing was turning, and was hit by a 105mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile from the side, which directly penetrated the side armor on the left front of the turret. After penetrating the armor plate, the projectile hit the breech block and exploded instantly.

The broken projectile fragments, the armor fragments brought up at the moment of penetration, and the blazing flames bursting out from the projectile

The metal and the flames were wrapped together, and a steaming death storm was set off in the entire turret.

The luck was pretty good, at least there was no ammunition explosion on the spot, and there was no fire, but the "good luck" of the entire US military crew was limited to this.

The bursting charge and the high-speed ejected metal fragments not only instantly cleared the three crew members in the turret, but even the driver and co-driver under the turret and in front of the vehicle body were affected. The flames and fragments rolling behind them burned the back of their heads and penetrated their backs. Death on the spot was the only possible result.

After all, the Pan Datou, whose historical position was once repeatedly jumping between medium tanks and heavy tanks, is really not a vehicle with a spacious interior. The front armor of the turret was penetrated by a large-caliber, high-charge armor-piercing projectile and then "the whole vehicle was taken away". This can only be said to be reasonable and not surprising. There is nothing to be surprised or strange about.

"The third one is solved, continue!"

Master Wei's "Fruit Ninja" game is still going on

"Three rounds left, hit it on time! Reloading is complete!"

"Try this, American!"