Chapter 2358 Do You Still Miss the Days in Russia?

It is said to be a small forest because the area of ​​dense vegetation is really not that big. It is even so small that it is difficult to find a path that can allow the huge King Tiger to pass without damaging the environment. .

That’s not to say that Wittmann is an environmentalist, or that he intends to care for the environment.

War is not the idle moaning of some Swedish bastard girl in the future in the 21st century. The casualties every day are going to the sea and talking about environmental protection is pure fucking nonsense.

Wittmann just didn't want the plants that could have been used for concealment and shelter to be knocked down by the huge Tiger King charging all the way. Destroying too many plants in a grove is not only detrimental to concealment, but it also leaves traces like mouse-gnawed cheese.

As long as the low-altitude US military flies that may appear at any time have a slightly sharper eyes, they can find something obviously wrong spreading on the ground. By following the path of the destroyed and crushed plants, they can finally find Wittmann's huge tiger. Wang commanded the car, and the experienced Wittmann did not want to leave such an opportunity to his opponent, even if the probability was very low, he wanted to avoid it as much as possible.

But even if someone gets out of the car to direct, it is still not easy to let King Tiger, who is famous for his huge size, advance through the jungle without touching a leaf. It requires extra caution and meticulousness.

"Okay, move forward! Keep moving forward, be steady, yes, take your time!"

After getting off the car, Wegener walked straight to the front of the car and faced the Tiger King. He raised his hands with the palms facing him. He waved his arms to make gestures while directing the Tiger King to slowly walk in the woods. Moving forward, the driver, who opened the hatch above his head and stuck his head out of the car, was following Wegner's guidance and driving the huge and heavy King Tiger forward.

"Have you found a suitable ambush spot?"

Wittmann, who was still leaning out of the turret with his upper body, was asking questions. The first thing Wegner did when he entered the woods was to reconnoiter the terrain and choose a suitable ambush point. In the slang on the road, that was "step on." plate".

No, when Wegener, who had just returned from stepping on the spot and directed the Tiger King to advance, heard this, he also randomly turned to Wittmann and answered.

"There is a fallen tree in front of us on the edge of the forest. The vacant position can be used as a shooting point, and the view is good. I think the other trees around are still intact and dense, and they should not be able to protect us from being discovered by flies in the sky. Question. With any luck, the blind Americans coming from the ground won't notice us, as long as the car is slightly camouflaged.

"Um"

Wittmann, who had a telescope hanging around his neck, did not use optical instruments, but looked up in the direction of Wegener's finger with his naked eyes. He roughly saw that there was an obvious gap there, and then nodded and spoke.

"Very good, let's go there. We'll find something later to disguise the car, and then we'll wait for the prey to take the bait."

Although the car is driven with enough caution, the 70-ton Tiger King, covered in steel armor, is not a 21st century SUV that is as agile as a rabbit and is good at off-roading.

No matter how careful you are in driving, it is inevitable that you will encounter some flowers, plants and trees. Fortunately, the big trees that Wittmann cares about most were not knocked down. These are the key bunkers that are most helpful for King Tiger to hide his huge figure from being discovered by aerial reconnaissance. As long as these things are not destroyed, Wittmann's goal will be achieved.

"Okay, we're here, park the car."

Buzz——

Bang bang bang buzz——

The noise change of the diesel engine as it decelerates and reduces the power output is obviously different from that of the gasoline engine. The more confident and rough sound seems to remind Wittmann of some past events. When he got down to the ground, it was already captured by the careful Wegener and was not easy to detect. expression changes.

"Hearing this sound reminds you of those Russians? Do you still miss your days in Russia?"

Wegener was the newly assigned gunner after Wittmann came to the Western Front. The old gunner who had previously worked under Wittmann was promoted to commander and transferred away, and no longer works with him. However, this does not mean that Wegener Na was a fledgling rookie. He was also an SS armor veteran who was transferred from the Eastern Front to the Western Front. He had nearly a year of experience in combat before teaming up with Wittmann.

Yes, in the middle and late stages of the war, where the general battlefield survival time of German armored troops is so short that it can only be measured in days, a guy who can survive on the battlefield to take years to calculate his war experience must be a ruthless character, and he can definitely be called " The title "Veteran".

Wegner, who previously served as a gunner for a Panther, got what he wanted and was assigned the heavy tank he had always wanted. He always felt that a strong armor and sharp gun was the ultimate goal of a man. The Panther with a thin skin and a small gun was a little less interesting. . But what was even more surprising was being able to work with a ruthless man like Wittmann. Wegener had heard of this famous name as early as on the Eastern Front battlefield.

Of course, it is precisely because of his experience on the Eastern Front that we can understand the meaning behind Wittmann's change in expression just now.

“When I first arrived on the Western Front, every time I thought of the familiar roar of the diesel engine, it always reminded me of something bad. I would even see an overwhelming number of Russian tanks rushing towards me in my dreams. The roar of the diesel engine echoed across the battlefield, roaring in my ears all the way, just like thunder falling one after another in a lightning storm. "

"I never thought that one day we would use diesel engines. Sometimes I wonder if this means that the Russians are on the right path. You know, they always get ahead of us and come up with better tanks than ours that can suppress our upcoming tanks. Maybe the Russians are really more talented than us in tank design."

The team under Wittmann has a great advantage: although they are all regular SS soldiers, they are not mixed with the kind of fanatics who are so fanatical that their brains are filled with feces. They can't tolerate any words that say that the opponent or the Russians are stronger than themselves. Everyone is good at listening and discovering facts and trying to analyze them, such as now.

"Maybe, who knows? Maybe in some future year or month, there will be diesel-fueled tanks running all over the world, and the armored trend led by the Russians may sweep the world. But I guess we may not have the chance to see it. We are even on the road to death now. I feel very lucky to be able to chat and laugh here without caring about life and death. But I dare not ask for anything more. I feel that it will only make me more unwilling and desperate before I die."