Chapter 2353 Now Is the Tiger King Moment (Part 2)

"The Yankees are reversing, don't let them get away! Keep firing, quick!"

"Load, load, load"

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"Fuck! Yankee, hoora~"

boom--

The sixth vehicle, the surviving US tanks on the road, completed the steering of the vehicle body, reversed and pulled down the slope of the dirt road.

Relying on the extremely high burst rate of fire brought by the semi-automatic loader, Wittmann's No. 007 Command Type 105 Tiger King with disabled legs and feet was stunned to complete six consecutive kills in less than a minute.

Not only does it hit the target, but it also points directly to the vital point. Its armor-piercing capability is better than that of the 88-meter-long Krupp 105. It is worthy of the reputation of the most powerful main gun of German tanks at the moment. Even if the Yankee Pershing upgraded its armor protection, it is still useless. , there is no essential difference compared with the Sherman. It blows up the car when it is supposed to blow up the car, and causes a fire when it is supposed to.

This terrifying killing efficiency not only caused Wittmann to raise his eyebrows, but the American armored soldiers on the opposite side were even more frightened to death.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit! Holy shit! Where did the German guy opposite come from, crazy!? You told me they only have one tank! Are you crazy or am I stupid!?"

"The shells were all fired from the same point, and the muzzle flash never moved. Are you stupid or am I crazy?"

"Shut up, shut the hell up! Stop the car! Prepare armor-piercing bombs, let's rush up and kill him!"

The order from the commander almost shocked everyone, and they couldn't even believe that the sound they heard was real.

"Damn it! Walter, are you crazy? The German guy opposite is already crazy, and you are going crazy too!?"

"Unless that German king drowns himself in a cesspit, we won't be able to leave today! Fuck that son of a bitch and follow me!"

The 500-horsepower engine roared again, and the American-style gearbox with wide gears drove the heavy steel body to accelerate out again at a slow speed until the steel figures that came over the slope one after another jumped in. Enemy eyes.

"How dare these Americans come back?"

"Kill them, all of them! Keep loading, load armor-piercing rounds!"

"Got it boss!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the Yankee tank retreating downhill, three propellant cartridges were stuffed into the empty loader. The order from Wittmann to continue loading forced the two loaders to interrupt the loading of the fourth round in the middle.

The propellant cartridge that had just been picked up was temporarily placed at the feet, and the projectile was changed to the projectile. The electro-hydraulic loader controlled by the main loader rose again with the pressing of the button, and stuffed the ammunition into the revolver cylinder. A propellant cartridge is accurately aligned with the loading slide rigidly connected to the breech block and is ready.

"Load the projectile, quickly!"

"Done!"

"Walk!"

Wow——

The right arm holding the ejector handle tightly used force to push the propellant cartridge together with the projectiles that had been placed on the loading slide. It was instantly pushed into the barrel with a slightly harsh sound of metal friction, and accompanied by the breech block The sound of closing heavy metal clashing sounded at the same time.

Bang——

"Loading completed!"

"Send this to Roosevelt, pick it up! Yankee!"

boom--

The US military believed that, at least originally, it would be effective to fully align the vehicle's course and turret's frontal armor with the target, and use the strongest defensive posture to meet the enemy's charge.

But they were wrong, and terribly wrong.

The thick and solid armor on the front of the car was pierced by a shot. Through the hole larger than a fist, you can even clearly see the scene of raging fire rolling and burning in the steel crematorium, but there are no survivors. Signs of struggle emanated from it.

One shot penetrated, ignited the propellant, and the fuel tank instantly caught fire. The eighth Pershing was turned into a flaming torch and collapsed on the battlefield!

It was only now, at 2 minutes and 11 seconds when the battle broke out, when Wittmann had already scored seven consecutive kills, that the US military, which had suffered heavy losses, fired its first shot at the unknown opponent hidden in the low bushes. One shot.

"At one o'clock, the barrel of the gun is exposed in the bushes, focus your fire and shoot!"

Boom boom boom——

The latest issued Pershing combat manual prohibits gunners from firing in cross-country conditions. This is difficult to achieve a satisfactory effect and will hand over the fighter plane to the enemy. However, the urgency of the current situation has completely ignored dogmatism and can only Did it.

Ding-ding——

crackling——

Whisper——

A harsh sound of metal hitting and rubbing came from behind the bush with the super long gun barrel. The sharp-eyed American gunner even saw a series of splashed sparks through the gaps in the bush. This alone was enough to confirm The target must be a tank! It's definitely not an anti-tank gun or anything like that.

But it was after the three rounds of fire blasted away the bushes that were used to cover the huge body that the US armored soldiers, who had never known what kind of opponent they were facing, discovered in horror until this time.

The opponent is not only a King Tiger, but also a "Super King Tiger" with a main gun that is obviously different from the ordinary 88 and looks too thick, long and strong! The length of the ferocious and terrifying main gun even exceeds the already exaggerated length of 88cm. Just the sight of the King Tiger's turret rotating against it is terrifying enough!

"It's the fucking Tiger King! We met the Tiger King!"

"Look at the barrel of that thing, look at it! That thing is longer than the chimney of the small steel mill in my hometown! The Germans are fucking crazy!"

"High-speed armor-piercing projectiles! Load the high-speed armor-piercing projectiles and prepare to shoot the turret, quick!"

The M304 sub-caliber high-speed armor-piercing projectile fired by the new 90mm M3 main gun has a strong armor-piercing depth. In the shooting test of the captured King Tiger, it is enough to penetrate the main armor of the King Tiger's turret head-on at a conventional combat distance. This is also the only hope left for this group of US armored soldiers at the moment.

"Those Americans are not afraid of death and are still rushing towards us!"

"Don't worry, if they want to die, let them do it. Keep aiming! Attack the fastest one at one o'clock, prepare to shoot!"

"Armor-piercing projectile is good! The second to last shot!"

"Fire!"

Boom--

The shells whizzed in, and the armor was ruthlessly penetrated like a sharp knife shaving ribs.

The fragile American ancestral paper crotch could not withstand the violent bombardment that Lian Shou was unable to withstand. The high-speed projectile penetrated the lower armor of the vehicle body like a rotating impact drill, crushing the transmission mechanism and the lower body of the driver, and exploded when it hit the fighting room in the middle of the vehicle body.

Boom——

Bang bang——

The head that was twisted off the chassis fell to the ground with spitting hot flames, and the 007 command type 105 Tiger King's eighth kill was successfully recorded again!

"The last shot! Reloading completed!"

At the moment when the main loader roared, Wittmann, who had been staring at the commander's periscope in front of him, suddenly dilated his pupils and spoke in a lost voice.

"Wait, that's different! There's a guy who's different! Shoot it first, at the two o'clock direction! The one with the longest gun barrel!"