Chapter 2357 The Unspeakable Future

"If we don't retreat, the car's condition won't support us to retreat safely.

"The Wehrmacht reported that the Yankees' attacking force is at least one mixed regiment, and most likely more than that. The offensive energy is very strong, and what we just repelled is at most one company."

"I think these Yankees will not give up easily after suffering these losses. According to their stubborn character, they should get back the ground, or at least try to get it back. This is indeed different from the British."

"The group of American troops just repelled did not seem to be a serious main force, but more like a part of the vanguard of the parade. So I judge that the follow-up large forces of the Yankees may arrive soon, and when they know that the vanguard has been ambushed and the enemy's strength is not strong, or even alone, they should continue to move forward to find opportunities and take further proactive actions."

"As for whether to rush up directly or call those flies to help, it's hard to say. Both situations are possible. The Yankees' air force is very abundant recently. We can't take it lightly and have to be on guard. "

Sitting in the driver's seat, Wittmann held an "immediate meeting" in the car, took out the battle map from the small bag on his hip and spread it on his legs, poked the key points, directions, and battlefield reasoning mentioned in his speech with his index finger to indicate the corresponding. Wegener, who turned around and listened attentively, asked quickly.

"So do you plan to go back and do a bigger job on the Americans? Interesting, I like it.

Following Wittmann's command to kill "one-car invincible" more than once, and even got addicted to it. It can be seen that Wegener, who is eager to fight, is very much looking forward to the plan mentioned by the driver, but Wittmann still has something to add.

"We have to go back and continue to fight the Americans, but we have to change our tactics and change our location to guard against air raids."

"Look here, here. About one kilometer north of the ambush point just now is a small forest. Opposite the small forest is a dirt road corner, and it is an open area with a good view. If the Americans are thick-skinned enough and continue to drive along the road, this is the best ambush point we can choose, and we can guard against reconnaissance and air raids by those American planes to the greatest extent. How do you feel?"

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Wegener, who is not very proficient in command and not as capable as Wittmann, but is exactly the same in tactics, and is considered by Wittmann to have the necessary potential to be a qualified tank commander, just smiled after looking at the map.

"We have no choice, right? If this broken car can drive one kilometer without breaking down, it's lucky. How can we drive it further? I bet it will break down halfway. Let's do it."

"Very good."

Nodding slowly, Wittmann put away the battle map and put it back in his bag. The huge amount of ammunition brought by the huge interior space of the Tiger King makes it possible to use it even if the main gun caliber is upgraded to 105 mm, the shells are thicker, and the first ammunition rack at the rear of the turret is removed. After just experiencing a cramped but fierce armored battle.

The remaining ammunition is still enough to support a high-intensity battle without any problems.

In terms of the continuity of battlefield firepower, the Tiger King is definitely the top among all types of heavy tanks in World War II. This is a perfect inheritance of a major advantage of the previous generation Tiger 1. Although this inherited advantage may not be of much use at the moment, many Tiger Kings will abandon the car before the ammunition is exhausted due to various reasons such as failure and lack of oil.

But at least for now, Wittmann was still glad that his car had this advantage. If it had a pitiful amount of ammunition like the Russian Stalin tank, then the next ambush would be impossible.

"Okay, armored troops, move forward, brothers, let's go! Teach those arrogant Americans a lesson!"

"All up to you, boss."

The road to the grove marked on the battle map is not far, and the mobility is acceptable and not ridiculously bad. In addition, the upgraded Type VI C Tiger tank, that is, Wittmann's 105 gun command Tiger King, has been replaced with the latest Sla 16 diesel engine, and the maximum output power is a step higher than the ordinary Tiger King, reaching 750 horsepower.

Rushing to the grove, which is only one kilometer away in a straight line, is just a casual thing that is not worth mentioning if there is no unexpected situation.

When passing by the battlefield ruins where fierce fighting had just broken out, Wittmann saw the wreckage of the American tanks destroyed by his car was still burning. Even some Pershings that had just been penetrated by armor and paralyzed on the spot, but did not explode and catch fire, were now burned in flames.

Around the wreckage of these torch Pershings, Wittmann, who had his upper body out of the turret, also saw the bodies of some American armored soldiers lying dead on the ground.

It can be seen that these unlucky people who were seriously injured but not dead on the spot at least tried to survive in the last moments of their lives.

They struggled to climb out of the tank and came to the ground. Maybe they tried to call for help, but no one helped them. In the end, because of the serious injuries and physical exhaustion, they struggled to walk far before their broken bodies fainted on the battlefield ruins and fell down. As time passed, they became corpses. The lives that could have been saved ultimately failed to escape the fate of death.

"His comrades killed him. In order to escape, these Americans didn't even check the wreckage of their comrades' vehicles and left these people alive. It's really incomprehensible that we would lose ground to such guys. "

Wegener, who also climbed out of the turret and took the opportunity to breathe and smoke a cigarette, couldn't help but complain after witnessing the passing scene. Wittmann, who also had a cigarette in his mouth, had no visible emotions. Fluctuate, just speak calmly.

"This has nothing to do with personal will, it's just pure strength. The overall strength of the Americans is stronger than us, so we will lose, just like when we conquered Poland, that's all."

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Wegener stopped talking with a cigarette between his fingers. The vibrations caused by the King Tiger traveling cross-country at a constant speed did not affect his thinking. On the contrary, the smell of burnt and blood filling the air could. Make him calmer.

"Then you say, will we also be conquered by the Yankees like that? The rest of the people will have to live under the conquest of the Yankees for generations?"

Wittmann, who was over 10 years old, didn't know how to answer the question of the young boy beside him. The answers he could think of were a bit too cruel.

Watching the car gradually approaching its destination, Wittmann simply pointed forward, skipped this difficult topic, and spoke immediately.

"I have to go down and direct the car into the woods personally. Should I go alone or should I?"

Realizing that Wittmann probably didn't want to talk anymore, Wegener didn't want to dig too deep into the details. Sometimes he didn't know so much, so he wouldn't think so much and cause so much trouble. Then he flicked the cigarette butt in his hand, left the turret with his gesture, prepared to get off the car, held the turret with his hands, and spoke.

"I'll go. I just need to go down for a walk and stretch my legs. You can just stay here and take charge."