Chapter 2363 Liar

Wittmann guessed that the enemy must have reported the battle situation after fleeing back, and would definitely say the important situation that "the enemy tank is likely to have only one Tiger King, and no more."

But strictly speaking, Wittmann's seemingly reasonable guess can only be said to be partially correct, or even half.

Indeed, Wittmann guessed that the American tank that fled back would report the battlefield situation, which was correct.

But what Wittmann did not guess was that the American tank commander who fled back in a panic actually lied about the battlefield situation just now.

Because he was worried that he would suffer such heavy losses in such a huge gap in strength, he decided to lie about the enemy's strength to a very strong level.

How strong was it exactly?

It was not that strong. It encountered half of the German heavy armored battalion, and there were elite infantry of no less than the same level of organization ambushed and suddenly opened fire at the preset position. It was caught off guard and retreated with such heavy losses.

Then, isn't he afraid that someone will expose his lies? After all, there were quite a few people who escaped alive, including a large number of infantry.

This possibility does exist, but the US tank commander has considered it more carefully.

The infantry were scared to the reverse slope of the road at the first time. They did not participate in the battle and did not understand the specific situation. Their words were not credible. You have to listen to the report of our tank soldiers. We are the tough guys who rushed up to fight with the Germans.

The reality is that there are not many people left on the tank side. The three Pershings that escaped alive only have a dozen or so. It is relatively easy to control these people's mouths. As for the dead left on the battlefield, they will not speak.

What? What if the seriously injured are rescued and let the cat out of the bag?

What a joke, when the large army returns to the battlefield ruins, the daylily will be fucking cold, and the seriously injured will become corpses, and the mouths of corpses are the best at keeping secrets and there is no need to worry.

As for the surviving tank soldiers, they were his direct subordinates, and they were also veteran soldiers who had never seen the world. They just made up some excuses to scare them, such as "Be careful if you don't save your comrades, you will be court-martialed if you escape back." This plot line of colluding and lying together was perfectly achieved.

In any case, we have to deal with this situation first.

If we don't lie, we will definitely be court-martialed, but if we lie, we may not be court-martialed.

When there are two evils, we should choose the lesser of two evils. "Smart people" must know how to choose. At least we should fight for a glimmer of hope, right?

At least a tank commander thought so, and after intense psychological games and careful consideration, we can only say that the final decision made by personal will is like this.

After receiving this news, Major Anderson, who didn't confirm it and didn't realize that he was deceived by collusion, was very angry. He was angry that the Germans didn't follow the martial ethics and ambushed.

But after careful consideration, he still decided to take the risk and try to see how the powerful new weapon would damage the German sticks.

These psychological games and twists and turns sounded very complicated, and Wittmann knew nothing about them. He also had no idea that the plane was called because of a shameless person's lie.

If we talk about the truth, with Major Anderson's hot-tempered Chicago personality, he would have caught a lone Tiger King and killed him without saying a word to avenge his hatred.

Wittmann, holding the commander's periscope, only saw that the US column getting closer and closer to the grove had become clearer. The long-barreled Sherman leading the way had entered a combat posture with the hatch closed. The US infantry climbing on it was holding a heavy machine gun on the roof, ready to fire at any time.

The American infantrymen following around also got off the vehicles one by one, and tried to follow the armored vehicles for protection. They looked frightened and ready to face the enemy.

"They know there are enemies here. Look, they are so scared."

They know there may be enemies in this area, but they don't know where they are.

Wegener's confident smile came from this, and of course he quickly got a response from Wittmann behind him.

"Don't worry, Sherman is not worth it. Wait for them to get closer, drive to the corner and wait for my order."

"You have the final say, boss."

Wittmann was very concerned about the "super tank" described by Herschel, and wanted to see what it looked like with his own eyes, and wanted to find out the enemy situation before taking action. And he knew that if the description was true, then there was no doubt that this was the most threatening among the US tanks, and the most threatening target must be eliminated and solved first, this is a must.

"I smell the Krauts, be careful, they are nearby."

"Damn it, don't scare me! Where are the Krauts? I only see our tanks burning over there. Are they hiding in the woods?"

"Shh! They are behind the wreckage of the tank, I can feel it! And how can they be in the woods? It is impossible for at least a battalion to hide in such a small forest and be strafed by fighter planes without making any movement."

The American infantrymen who were pretending to be fools and trying to scare themselves were still muttering and whispering behind Sherman. After receiving the radio order, the leading Sherman had already driven off the dirt road after passing the corner, and the turret and car body were heading directly towards the direction just now. The ruins of the battlefield, the postures prepared for battle, and the American infantry who followed down the dirt road behind them were also as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

More and more U.S. tanks that passed the corner came down the dirt road one after another. They were no longer in a line, but moved forward in battle formations. This unusual and abnormal behavior directly shocked those who witnessed it all through the gun scope. Wegener said he couldn't understand.

"What are these Yankees doing? Are they going to fight with the remains of their own people? There's nothing in that place."

Wittmann also couldn't understand why the Americans were facing the empty battlefield ruins, spreading out as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and pressing forward with all their strength, let alone someone's lies. It was the root cause of all this, but Wittmann, who was thinking along the lines, could also realize that this incomprehensible situation was not a bad thing.

"Let them disperse and change the battle plan. When they turn their backs to us, fire and hit the two biggest monsters first!"

Wittmann was originally worried that it would be more troublesome if the Yankees sent infantry out to search the woods while the main force was still lined up on the dirt road facing his own artillery line and did not fully go around the corner to spread out.

That will force you to fire, but your own firepower can only take care of units in a straight line, and the subsequent US tanks will be blocked by the wreckage in front of the gun line, causing your own killing efficiency to be greatly reduced.

But now, the US military actually got off the dirt road without knowing why, turned around and headed towards the battlefield ruins to kill the generals in preparation for war. They completely ignored the situation in the grove and did not even search. I really don’t know if they were in the direction of the battlefield ruins. What kind of thing attracts you to do this?

But this is ultimately a great thing, at least for myself.

"Almost, aim at the back of that big guy's head! Get ready to shoot!"