Chapter 2368 Never Surrender

Even under the dim light inside the car, the silver-shining bullet can still shine through the thin smoke that permeates the car. This may be one of the reasons why this new type of armor-piercing projectile painted in a conspicuous silver-white appearance can be called "silver bullet" by Wittmann.

The silver-shining projectile was placed on the loading slide rail, ready to go. The main loader who was responsible for operating the loader pushed it with his big hand, and the propellant cartridge stored in the loader was pushed into the chamber with the front projectile immediately, and the loading was completed.

"Armor-piercing bullet is good!"

"Now, stop the car! Gunner aims at the big-headed monster and prepares to shoot!"

"Got it!"

The huge steel body flashed again from the edge of the vast sea of ​​fog, but it was completely different from the last time.

The heavy but not bulky turret drove the super-long fishing rod main gun to quickly aim at the target while turning, and the black muzzle roared and fired again as if it was only in the next second.

But at this moment, the targeted opponent was no longer completely defenseless like the last time, and was no longer attacked by the shadow. The roar of the huge black shadow appearing dimly from the edge of the white fog instantly resounded throughout the radio channel, which was deafening.

"At one o'clock, the King Tiger appeared! All crews, all shoot! Fire! Fire! Fire!!! Fire!!!"

Major Anderson, whose nerves were completely tense to the extreme, reacted quickly. Both his dynamic vision and keen perception were impeccable. He roared and opened his mouth almost at the same time when the King Tiger stopped to aim.

But the King Tiger was one step faster and took the lead.

The US military, who followed Major Anderson's instructions to search for the target and obtained the accurate figure of the target before turning to aim, was destined to be one step late.

"Aimed!"

"Very good, fire!"

Boom--

While Pershing, Sherman, Thomas and other American tanks were still turning their turrets to aim, the silver bullets that whistled like the flying sickle of the god of death once again came with death.

Swish--

Ding--

Ka-ka--

"Shit! Fuck!!!"

Hit!

This was the only thought and echo in Major Anderson's mind, as his ears echoed with the roar of huge metal collisions and his body was shaking instantly. This was the only reaction in that lightning-fast moment.

The next second, Major Anderson, whose ears were still buzzing and whose head was hit by a sledgehammer, struggled to grab the radio transmitter that fell on the top of the turret. He knew clearly that as long as he was not dead and the broken car had not exploded and was destroyed, he would be able to control his body to do what he should do next, and this must be done.

"Don't let it run away, focus fire! Quick!"

After launching a strike, the Tiger King, who would not linger for a moment regardless of its effectiveness, began to reverse again. Major Anderson could already see from the telescope that the Tiger King was trembling again and slowly retreating. The fog around it once again enveloped it, and its huge figure was becoming more and more erratic and about to disappear.

But this time, the turret under him continued to rotate! The gunner in the turret was still aiming at the fastest speed with all his strength. Major Anderson could feel it so clearly and was ecstatic!

"Beach Sons! I will send you to the sky!!!"

"The Americans are all aiming at us! Back up, back up quickly!"

"The fastest! No faster! This is a 70-ton thing, not a Lynx reconnaissance vehicle!"

"Damn it!"

Bang--

Wegener, whose expression and face were all tense and twisted to the extreme, screamed at the top of his lungs, and vented his emotions with his fists that hit the breech block beside him again, completely ignoring any pain. No matter how much he screamed and yelled, he couldn't make this broken car go any faster. The deep feeling of powerlessness lingered around him like a nightmare and could not be shaken off.

Until the flash of fire from the muzzle and the whistling sound of the broken face that he had witnessed came and tore the nightmare apart, but what followed was a deeper abyss.

Ding-bang--

Ding-ding-bang--

Ka-ka-ka--

Buzz--whoosh--

"It's hit! The main armor was hit by more than one bullet!"

"The right running gear failed! Maybe the track is destroyed, we can't move!"

""

When the terrible sound that made people's ears numb like the teeth of a devil came from under the car, it echoed in the car.

With his ears full of this terrible sound, Wittmann knew that the thing he was most worried about finally came at this most terrible time. This already lame Tiger King was finally paralyzed on the battlefield due to the destruction of the running gear and could not move at all.

"What should we do? What should we do next? I listen to you, tell me!"

Before Wegener's voice fell, outside the vast sea of ​​fog, a huge hazy figure was vaguely seen in the shadows. Major Anderson, who was no longer retreating, answered his subordinates' questions with a grin and roar.

"What else can we do? Go and kill the Nazis. They can't move! Everyone spread out, commando formation, charge forward!"

The thin mist at the edge of the vast sea of ​​fog could not cover the huge dark shadow of the Tiger King, nor could it stop several SS armored soldiers from clearly seeing the despair rushing towards them.

"Do you want to abandon the car and surrender?"

When the captain's slightly thoughtful words sounded in the car again a moment later, the slightly stunned face just gave an answer without thinking.

"Fuck abandon the car, I will never surrender! I will never surrender to those trash and incompetent Americans! We killed and injured so many of them, we don't expect these bastards to let us go! Let them come, I Fight them to the end, my main gun can still be used!"

""

Wittmann, who looked directly into Wegner's eyes, knew that this was his true thought and that he was not trying to show off, so he turned his gaze to the surroundings in the car again and looked around.

"Don't ask, the answer is the same! We will never surrender! Let's fight those Americans! We will fight to the end! Just like we once swore, all this should come to an end! We can compete with Germany's strongest ace car We will die in the same steel coffin without any regrets!"

"Yes! Die without regrets!"

"Fuck the Yankees, let these cowards come! Fight!"

"Long Live Germany!!!"

Wittmann had clearly learned the thoughts of all his comrades. He nodded slowly and then issued what he thought might be the last battlefield order in his life and military career.

"Then let us fulfill our oath! All members of the No. 007 crew will go into battle!"

"Load the silver bullet, the gunner repeatedly aims at the target and prepare to fire!"

"yes!"

The violently galloping tank group continued to approach, and Major Anderson, who had completely opened the distance between the vehicles and charged forward in an assault formation, was confident that everything would end here. The road leading to the last three hundred meters of sprint distance. This is the countdown to the death of the German!

"Don't open fire! Don't blow up that coffin, I want to capture them alive! Drag those who are still alive out of the car to me, and I'll take care of them myself!"

The Tiger King, who was fighting to the death, reloaded his artillery shells and prepared to take aim at the target for the final battle. Thomas, who was unwilling to let his opponent go with his life, could not let go of his obsession with revenge and led a large group of tanks with an absolute numerical advantage to charge forward.

The scale of victory seems to have tilted to the bottom, and the dust has completely settled.

But the most unexpected things often happen at the last critical moment in a way that no one expects.

Never give up until the last lesson. This may be the key to victory that every armored soldier should master, regardless of faith or nationality.

Boom——

When the familiar sound of cannons that had not been heard again across a long land distance and a long time roared again from the other direction on the battlefield.

Wittmann, whose eyes were as wide as bells, would never have imagined that he would actually hear this violent loud noise again at the final moment "before his death" that he would never forget.

That, together with the violent sound of artillery that had not been heard for a long time, was a memory of gun smoke that was buried deep in the memory.

A distant memory that even Wittmann himself thought he would never have the chance to regain again, never imagined that it would reappear in such an "impossible" way at this moment.

When the cold wind carried away the smoke, the huge figure of the Tiger King was finally fully revealed.

Wittmann, who was still alive and not dead, finally saw clearly what the thing that he would never think of in any case was.

The Western Front chapter is a little long, but it does meet my expectations and basically presents what I want to present. Although this battle plot is short, I believe it is exciting enough. The important thing is to lay the foundation for the subsequent merger of the east and west plots.

Tomorrow will be the last chapter of the Western Front plot. After that, the Eastern and Western Front plots will be officially merged, returning to the perspective of Lao Ma, and what will follow is a more exciting battle.