Chapter 2365 Tiger King's Rage (Part 2)

"Not two, but three! There are still two big-headed monsters. Keep shooting! Load armor-piercing shells!"

The almost roaring voice from Wittmann brought the worst bad news: the US super-large iron-headed expensive tanks on the opposite side were not two but three. The information that the mechanic Herschel saw on the tree branch was not accurate. The trouble was even bigger than expected!

One was solved, but there were still more left. The remaining two super iron-headed monsters of the US military were the real problem.

"Damn, can we penetrate the front of the iron-headed monster? The head of that thing is so big!"

Wegener, who once didn't believe that the head of the new US tank was "that big", now believed it. The visual impact brought by the huge and bulky monster clearly visible in the gun mirror was more shocking than any US tank in the past.

The miss of the previous shot made Wegener dare not underestimate the powerful defense of the US tank.

A shot at the back of the head would bounce off immediately, so now that the monster has basically turned around, will it really work to shoot at its front? Can it really penetrate it?

Wegener expressed doubts about this, and for the first time he was not confident about the powerful 105mm tank gun in his hand.

But no matter what, things should be done, and some things must be tried after all, even if they are destined to be ineffective.

"Aimed!"

"Loaded!"

"Fire!"

Boom--

The Tiger King hiding in the jungle fired for the third time, and the muzzle fire and flames that instantly sprayed out rushed towards the American valuable tank that had just turned around and basically aimed the body and turret at the enemy's position.

Ding bang--

Pit--

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As the saying goes, what you fear will come true. Although Wegener was already worried to the extreme, the thing he feared the most was still happening again, without mercy.

The projectile incident angle of the first shot at the lower left part of the front armor of the turret was still not very good, and it was visible to the naked eye that the US big-headed monster tank had a considerable equivalent armor bonus.

Wegener didn't know what the physical thickness of the front armor of the turret of the US expensive tank was. He only knew that the shell he fired failed to penetrate again. After leaving a large deep pit on the huge gun shield, it was ruthlessly bounced away again. This time it bounced downward and shot directly into the soil, with green smoke everywhere.

"Damn! Why is the head of this thing so hard! How can I hit it through!?"

Wegener, who was a little out of control for a moment, punched the steel breech block at hand with a fist, completely ignoring the pain in his hand and just yelling.

Wittmann knew that this problem was not enough to completely break Wegener's defense. He was just venting his dissatisfaction in his heart. It was his own unique way of venting. Such a situation did occur during the interval of loading the main gun. It had happened before, but it was very short.

As for what to do specifically, Wittmann had an idea in his mind at this moment, and it was time to show the trump card left in the bottom of the box.

"Take out the "silver bullet", load the "silver bullet", and load it immediately!"

"Yes!"

In many ancient legends circulating in Europe, the silver bullet is an ultimate trump weapon used to deal with vampires and werewolves.

Those legendary legendary demon hunters only need to load a silver bullet into their firearms, and then accurately shoot it into the head or heart of the werewolf or vampire, and they can instantly end the life of the evil demon that is haunting the world, eliminate harm for the people, and make their names famous and praised by people.

From the perspective of the German army itself, the so-called "silver bullet", this ammunition with a strong meaning nicknamed by Wittmann, is certainly not the special bullet with magical power used by the legendary demon hunter. It is a new type of ammunition with very rare production. Even an elite ace crew like Wittmann only received a single-digit 5 ​​rounds.

It had not been used before, firstly because the stock of shells was too small, and secondly because Wittmann really did not find any target worthy of such super shells. The ordinary full-caliber capped armor-piercing shells were enough to deal with it.

Now, facing such a difficult and unprecedentedly strong American super expensive tank, Wittmann thought that it was time to use the "silver bullet".

As the saying goes, "If not now, when?"

As soon as Wittmann issued such an order, Wegener, who was responsible for aiming the gun, looked back instantly and found affirmation, trust, and entrustment in Wittmann's eyes. The real emotional communication between men often does not require words, and the information exchanged by just such a glance is enough.

"Reload completed!"

"Go ahead, hit the front armor of its turret! That's the easiest place to hit, try again!"

"Leave it to me!"

Swoosh--

Boom boom boom--

Puff puff puff--

Wegener, who was ready to give the Americans a taste of their own medicine, hadn't even finished his words when something unexpected happened.

The Americans, who had already turned, began to move, and a burst of whistling shells came at them indiscriminately, shooting into the woods and exploding everywhere, like blindly shooting to give themselves courage without finding a target.

But were the Americans really shooting in vain?

Not necessarily. Wittmann and his fellow soldiers soon realized what the Americans were actually doing with their seemingly headless attacks.

"Damn it! Smoke bombs! All those Americans fired were smoke bombs! There was smoke everywhere, and I couldn't see anything!"

As Wegener completely lost his vision and cursed, the white smoke from the smoke bombs had quietly filled the entire forest, and completely enveloped the Tiger King at a very fast speed.

Wittmann's command vehicle lost its vision and could no longer continue to shoot accurately, but this didn't matter to the US military.

Because the US military on the opposite side actually had no idea how many enemies were in the woods and where they were hiding from the beginning. The camouflage of the 70-ton tiger-patterned queen, which was "carefully dressed up" with lush branches and leaves, was too clever in the woods.

"No, we have to leave here quickly! The forest is on fire! If we stay here any longer, we will be roasted suckling pigs by the Americans! I can't see anything!"

The artillery smoke bombs fired by the US military on the opposite side are not simple smoke bombs. They are things with white phosphorus as a combustion agent. The high temperature of thousands of degrees ignites the trees in the jungle in just an instant. The Americans on the opposite side are still crazy and firing a series of crackling bombs everywhere, exploding everywhere in the grove. If we continue to stay in this ghost place, we will really be in danger of being burned to death.

Wegener's words were quickly recognized by Wittmann, and the order from the driver was officially issued immediately.

"Driver, start! Rush out and take us away from here! Face the enemy head-on!"

At this point, we have to do this. The only way to avoid sitting and waiting to die is to fight the US military head-on. A steel contest between 70 tons and 70 tons is coming.