Chapter 2367 I Emerge From the Shadows

The helpless gunner really failed to see what Major Anderson, who has a better field of view, just saw. Under the premise that it is not an optical channel, what your commander can see with a wide-angle telescope does not mean that the gunner can also use a narrow-angle gun scope. You can see it.

The reaction speed of King Tiger's ambush and retreat on the opposite side was really too fast, fast enough to be said to be done in one go. The final result was that a large number of US tanks, including Major Anderson's command vehicle, could only Aim at the smoke in a rough two o'clock direction and do blind concentrated fire shooting and collective drawing.

Boom boom boom——

Boom——

Under the "stars cheering" the Sherman cannons firing one after another, the M29 "Thomas" heavy tank's 105 mm thick-tube cannon, which was more than one level more powerful, finally began its first roar.

All kinds of armor-piercing bullets of different calibers rushed towards the smoke that had long lost track of their targets.

The number of whizzing armor-piercing projectiles was so large that even though Wittmann had commanded the car to start to reverse diagonally and was not hit directly, he could still hear the armor-piercing projectiles whizzing almost against the turret. The passing wind shrieked, shrill and terrifying.

Whoosh——

call out--

Hu-hu--

"Damn it! What are those Americans shooting at? Are they shooting at random?! Are they aiming at this!?"

Gunner Wegner, who could also hear the terrifying roars one after another, was frightened. The dull sound came from under the thick gas mask and echoed in the car that was already filled with a considerable amount of smoke. In response, But Wittmann, who was also wearing a heavy gas mask behind him, spoke without thinking.

"Don't worry, those Americans don't know our specific location! Let them continue to fight!"

"Driver, move forward at two o'clock! Move to the edge of the woods, move forward to the attack position and prepare to reverse as before. The gunner is ready to shoot! Reload the silver bullet!"

Perhaps there is no more courageous and wild commander than Wittmann, at least those who are still in the German field troops and fighting on the front line, whether they are in the SS or the Wehrmacht. There are no such "crazy" captains anymore.

Rewinding the time to two minutes ago, when he was commanding a car that was about to rush out of the sea of ​​​​fire, Wittmann, who was choked to tears by the smoke filling the car, coughed repeatedly and could not abandon the car, had no choice but to pull out from behind him. I rummaged through the turret storage box and found the gas mask I had asked for from that bastard Heisenberg.

There were not many, exactly six sets. The six round gas mask packaging barrels contained six gas masks issued by the infantry.

Wittmann, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, left one set for himself and quickly distributed all the remaining five sets to his brothers. He had to wear them all as soon as possible to get through this situation first, so as not to end up in this situation. The car could still drive and move, but all the people were covered in the car and turned into bacon.

The driver, who was so focused on driving that his eyes couldn't help but shed tears, didn't even have the time to put on a gas mask himself. Hershel, an idle mechanical and electrical engineer sitting next to him, hurriedly helped him put it on his head.

But at the moment when the gas mask was put on his head, Wittmann's breathing suddenly became much better, and suddenly an idea flashed through him.

The Americans want to use this forest fire to burn themselves alive in the woods and turn them into grilled suckling pigs. So why can't they do the opposite and take advantage of this forest fire, the camouflage and smoke of the smoke? Protection against those Yankees?

People go down in history as being deviant rather than sticking to the rules.

The daring Wittmann knew that there was an absolute disparity in strength, and his opponent had fully reacted. In a battlefield situation where he had lost the opportunity to ambush and sneak attack, it was simply unrealistic to rely on conventional means to win.

The more unexpected and unprepared the tactics are, the more hope of victory there is. Wittmann has always believed in his intuition and battlefield judgment, and it was the same this time.

"Change to the left, we're not leaving! Stay in this smoke and strike out from the shadows! Kill these Yankees!"

""

Although they were confused and even shocked at the moment they heard this order, just like any time in the past, the brothers under Wittmann unconditionally trusted their commander. On the battlefield, the commander's order is paramount and must be resolutely implemented. Even if it seems like we are heading for the abyss, we must work together and go there together.

This is the most basic condition for being called an "ace team", and it is also the absolute prerequisite for galloping in the battlefield.

When Wittmann commanded his lame Tiger King No. 007, he appeared at the edge of the smoke with camouflage grass that was blackened all over by smoke and even a little bit lit by white phosphorus sputtering, and slowly entered the fighting position. Stop the car, look for high-value targets through the hazy and low-visibility smoke edge vision, barely aim, and prepare to shoot.

The group of U.S. tanks on the opposite side, which had not had time to cease fire, were still fighting happily and firing, completely unaware that the fatal danger was emerging from the shadows.

With a sinister smile on his face, Wittmann was grateful for his intuition and prompt decision. All of this was worth doing and proved to be effective. The order to speak decisively came out immediately.

"Fire."

boom--

call out--

crackling——

Major Anderson was so angry that he still couldn't fully react and couldn't accept it. The Tiger King that suddenly appeared on the opposite side actually used only one shot to penetrate the turret front gun shield armor that the M29 "Thomas" heavy tank was most proud of.

That's a full 203 mm physical thickness of the gun shield armor! Counting the equivalent bonus brought by the angle of incidence, it is at least 230 mm, and it is the equivalent armor protection at a distance of at least 500 meters.

How can the Germans penetrate the front armor of the M29 turret that is not completely vertical at a distance of 500 meters! ?

Is this fucking reasonable! ? Can it still be justified! ?

What happened to the German Tiger King? Super Aryan Tiger King? The "superior special tank" of the shampooer?

An incoming projectile that penetrated the front armor of the turret directly detonated the charge inside the M29's huge head turret, exploding on the spot.

Fortunately, the M29's huge head has an extremely ample internal space for the turret, and it is this huge internal space of the turret that fully dilutes the explosive effect of the German armor-piercing projectile. There was no fire or ammunition explosion, but the breech block and the crew members in the turret were blown up on the spot, making them miserable.

"Take Peterson and other wounded and abandon the vehicle immediately! No. 112, I repeat again! Abandon the vehicle immediately and withdraw from the battle!"

"Received, abandoning the vehicle! Peterson is seriously injured, damn it, God"

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The radio channel was filled with painful gasps and desperate echoes. The gunner who heard the sound during the main gun reloading interval couldn't help but speak quietly again.

"We are the only ones left now, we are the last Thomas"

Major Anderson, with only anger burning in his eyes, gritted his teeth and blurted out the answer without hesitation.

"I will take out the German's intestines to lubricate the tracks! You bastard! Keep fighting, we must destroy that Tiger King!"

Additional chapters, and the climax cannot be interrupted, brothers are waiting!