Chapter 2366 Tiger King's Rage (Part 2)

It is not easy to fight against the huge American monster. Wittmann can feel the pressure brought by the huge monster.

Huge, oppressive, just looking at it can make people feel suffocated. The Shermans driving beside the American monster are just like baby carriages driving in front of mud trucks. The strong contrast makes people feel real even when looking at it through a periscope.

"We must deal with these Americans! We must successfully bring the news of the new tank back to inform others."

For Wittmann at the moment, there is no other way to bring back the key intelligence alive. There is only one way left: kill these Americans and go back alive.

Not to mention that the Tiger King, which is not outstanding and can only be regarded as sufficient heavy tanks, does not support retreat and escape. Even if it runs now, how far it can run is a question worth marking. Wittmann knew very well how bad the running gear of his command vehicle was. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was only one step away from collapse.

He only hoped that his vehicle, whose running gear was on the verge of collapse, could hold on for a while longer. He did not ask for too much, but only needed to maintain the minimum tactical maneuvers required for this battle. If it suddenly failed and paralyzed on the battlefield, it would be all over.

"Speed ​​up, rush out as soon as possible! The smoke in the forest is getting thicker and thicker, and it's starting to get into the car."

While Wittmann was determined and yelling orders again, on the other side of the grove, Major Anderson, who had just turned around and commanded his troops, was furious and furious.

"Fire smoke bombs, keep firing! Fire them all! I'm going to burn these Germans to death in the woods!"

Even now, Major Anderson, who was furious because of the sudden attack from behind and the loss of a new heavy tank, still didn't realize the exact number of enemies and still thought that the enemy was "a group" instead of "one".

The Germans who dared to attack him were hiding in the woods and ambushing. The best way to deal with them at this moment was to use the thousand-degree flame of white phosphorus incendiary agent to set the entire forest on fire and burn all these daring Germans into roasted suckling pigs.

As the latest equipment, the M29 "Thomas" heavy tank did not have 105mm gun-fired smoke bombs. It may be developed and equipped in the future, but at least not now, not when the vehicle itself was just sent to the European battlefield for testing.

The Shermans following Major Anderson's command vehicle became the best smoke bomb launchers. They fired white phosphorus smoke bombs one after another at the maximum rate of fire, as Major Anderson ordered, at full firepower.

The artillery-fired smoke bombs that use white phosphorus as a combustion agent to quickly emit smoke certainly have very strong collateral damage.

The high temperature of thousands of degrees generated by the burning of white phosphorus is like a maggot on the tarsal bone. It will burn and devour everything it touches, burning everything visible and invisible in the grove to nothing, and causing a forest fire of considerable momentum.

But there is a problem. The original design function of this thing is not an incendiary bomb, but a "artillery-fired smoke bomb" as its name suggests.

This resulted in the Shermans' crazy firing, although they did set the grove on fire, the fire was spreading rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the smoke was billowing into the sky. But the problem is that the white smoke released by the artillery smoke bombs is even more dense and intense than the black smoke released by the forest fire.

With the superposition of the two, the black and white smoke mixed together and rose straight into the sky, causing the entire grove to be basically completely shrouded in smoke and lost its trace.

This directly led to Major Anderson only knowing that his own artillery bombardment had set the grove on fire, but as for what it looked like and what the Germans were roasting, he had no idea. In the telescope in his hand, there was nothing but white smoke and black smoke. The black and white mixed together, and even the slightest trace of the original grove could not be seen, let alone whether there was anything running around behind the smoke.

"We can't see anything. Should we pause for a while to let the smoke disperse? At least see what the Germans were roasted like."

The gunner on the side kindly reminded him, and Major Anderson thought it made sense. It seemed a bit wrong to continue bombing without confirming the effect of the attack. It was not impossible to take a breath and wait and see before making a decision.

"Everyone, stop firing and stand by, and pay attention to the effect of the attack!"

The additional order had just been issued, and Major Anderson, who was holding a telescope and leaning out of the turret with half of his body, was ready to take another look at the situation, but he never thought that the unexpected situation would suddenly come at this time.

Swish--

Ding--

Bang--

The sound of opening a can sounded first, and then the muffled sound of smashing a water tank came.

In the belated sonic whistle, Major Anderson, who had realized that something must have been penetrated, otherwise there would not be such a horrible sound, heard the most annoying report immediately.

"My legs, my legs!!!"

"Peterson, Peterson is covered in blood! God, we are penetrated!"

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The edge of the white smoke, like a vast white fog, should be the location outside the forest. Where the muzzle flashed just now, there was a shadowy and huge figure hiding in the shadows, looming.

Listening to the screams echoing in his ears, looking at the culprit who caused all this, after a successful attack, he did not linger at all, just like a cobra that drilled out of the hole and grabbed a mouse in its mouth, quickly dragging its prey back to the cave, quickly reversing and withdrawing from the shadows, and in an instant, it disappeared again in the vast sea of ​​smoke, without a trace.

Convinced that he had seen the hazy figure clearly, and found something that matched it in his memory, Major Anderson's eyes condensed, and he pressed the radio transmitter in his hand again and blurted out a voiceless roar.

"King Tiger! The German King Tiger! At two o'clock, fire! Focus fire at two o'clock!"

"But I don't see anything, what do you want me to shoot? There's only smoke!"

The gunner's slightly panicked shouting only got the most brutal response from Major Anderson, and he cursed without thinking.

"If you're not blind, shoot quickly! At the two o'clock direction where the muzzle flashed just now! Shoot, fire and shoot!!!"