Chapter 2370 The Beautiful Shore Will Always Have the Girl's Singing Voice Echoing

As a grassroots commander and an ace armored soldier, Major Klose's record is far less famous than Wittmann's, ranking first on the list, and he doesn't even make it into the top ten on the list. He's still far behind. But there are at least some common topics between him and Wittmann, such as now.

"It seems that you are driving the latest 105 King Tiger? I heard that this thing is very powerful. It is also equipped with a new armor-piercing bullet developed in secret. It can open cans for Americans and British people."

"Many people are spreading the word that this thing is enough to suppress the Russian IS6 and let us turn defeat into victory. I see that the battlefield is also full of Yankee tank wreckage and corpses. Is this all made by one of your vehicles? It looks really good. It’s very strong, I mean the tanks and the people are very strong.”

As a "trial VIP customer" of the first batch of early mass-produced 105 King Tigers, Wittmann could only respond with a wry smile and slowly shake his head after hearing Klose's words, and continued walking with Klose. He spoke while walking on the remains of the battlefield.

"Is it powerful? To be fair, it is indeed very powerful. This is the most powerful German tank I have ever used since I joined the army. This is indeed true."

"The protection is almost impeccable, and the maneuverability has been greatly improved. The new engine has enhanced horsepower, a new transmission system, the load on the entire power system has been greatly reduced, and the average trouble-free hours have also been improved. It is even more impressive. What I’m happy about is that this semi-automatic loading 105mm main gun has high penetration, high initial velocity, high aftereffects, high precision and fast loading. It has advantages all over.”

“But it’s actually not enough.”

Accompanying the words was a lament that was not too short. Before the confused Klose could ask questions, Wittmann took the initiative to continue.

"Before, I was curious about how the quartermaster came to the conclusion that "the new bomb can't actually penetrate the Russian IS6". Did they go to the Eastern Front for battlefield testing in advance?"

"Now I know. It was probably tested using these cars in your hands. This can indeed be a very definite conclusion, and it is real enough."

"But those Russians can use large-caliber grenades to kill us alive. The grenade charge fired by the 122mm main gun is irregular. They did this on IS2 before, and they are even more unscrupulous on IS6, because It’s very difficult or impossible for us to hurt them.”

"Unless you are lucky enough to send an armor-piercing projectile along the position of the gun mirror, the probability of hitting that small weak area in actual combat is simply lower than Stalin's sudden death from a cerebral hemorrhage tomorrow. The Russians can swagger close to improve the situation. The grenade hit with accuracy, fired at close range, and then used the charge they were proud of to kill us, but we couldn't do anything, and it was useless, just because the caliber was too small. "

"The new "silver bullet" has a higher penetration depth, but what's the use of it? The increased penetration still can't penetrate the IS6's main protective zone. What's the difference between this and no improvement? The answer is there is no difference. It just made it easier for us to deal with the Yankee tanks on the Western Front."

"As you can see, the new "silver bullet" is indeed better able to deal with the Yankee's super big-head tank. It can penetrate the gun mantlet at medium and long range combat distances and kill the big-headed monster head-on. But this kind of comfortable combat is only It’s limited to the Western Front. I can even think of the situation on the Eastern Front. Even if the new 105 King Tigers are completely refitted, they still won’t have much effect.”

Major Klose, who also came from the Eastern Front battlefield, nodded. He could understand the situation Wittmann said, especially after personally trying out how unreasonable the Russian's 122 grenade was. It was even more impressive.

"Then since you are so pessimistic, I am really worried about you after arriving on the Eastern Front battlefield."

Wittmann didn't even realize the huge amount of information in these words for a moment, and just subconsciously continued to speak along with these words.

"Pessimistic? Actually, I am not pessimistic at all. Life and death are just one life. I have already realized it since I put on these clothes. I will die on the battlefield."

In the middle of his words, Wittmann suddenly stopped and his words stopped abruptly.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Major Klose beside him, only to find that the old man had a mysterious smile on his face and was silent. Wittmann, who couldn't believe that his ears heard him right, couldn't help but ask questions again and again.

"Wait, did you just say return to the Eastern Front? Did I hear you correctly?"

Major Klose, who had a mysterious smile on his face, just nodded. When he was about to speak, he took out a piece of order from the document bag hanging on his waist and handed it to Wittmann.

"Actually, I'm here to convey an order to you. I'm just rescuing you because I want to ensure that the order can be carried out. I also have my own mission to complete."

"It's very unfortunate news that the 502nd Battalion was just wiped out by the Russians on the Eastern Front. You don't need to ask who did it. Let me tell you, the notorious "Iron Butcher" Malashenko and his men Stalin's Guards, that's what everyone calls him and his minions, isn't it?"

"After losing the 502nd Battalion, there is now a huge shortage of armored strength, especially heavy armored strength, on the Eastern Front. We don't even have a qualified battlefield firefighting team to plug the gap opened by the Russians. No matter what, This is absolutely not possible. We need a new force to take the place left by the 502nd Battalion, so"

"So those people above selected the 101st Heavy Armor Battalion, am I right?"

Major Klose nodded, and then continued to speak.

"Actually, I shouldn't have been the one to convey this order. You are the SS and I am the Wehrmacht. We don't like each other now. This has nothing to do with you and me. It's just a reality."

"But I heard that you went out alone and challenged so many Americans almost madly. If I want to convey your order, I must have a strong force to execute it. After choosing, there is no one more suitable than us, so it has become like this."

"I think we get along well? It should be said that it is fortunate that this is the case, otherwise it will be very troublesome to convey the order."

"Whatever you say, my mission is completed here, you just do what the order says."

"You don't need to take the equipment with you, leave it Someone will take over them on the Western Front and continue to fight. When you are close to the front, there will be a batch of new vehicles waiting to be handed over to you, and your official promotion order will also be waiting for you there, so in fact, you and I are now both major battalion commanders, and we are equal. Of course, your SS does not call it this, but it means the same thing. "

"If there are no questions, I think that should be all. Do you have anything else to ask? I have to leave soon, and there is a lot of things waiting for me to clean up. "

Compared to the traditional impression of most serious and stereotyped Germans, Major Klose is a lot more humorous, and the way he speaks is also quite comfortable, but this is still not enough to offset the solemnity in Wittmann's eyes and words.

"Since you are going to the Eastern Front to plug the hole and put out the fire, I think you will definitely run into that Malashenko. I guess even if I say I can beat him, you probably won't believe it. "

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Major Klose, who just laughed dumbly without commenting, did not make any answer, but solemnly patted Wittmann on the shoulder to show encouragement and wish him good luck.

After a brief acquaintance, the two said goodbye and started to go their separate ways.

The train to the East Line was not running fast, and could even be called very slow, so slow that it made people feel drowsy during this difficult and uncomfortable garbage time. Only Wittmann, who was sitting in a hard seat and leaning over the table, was leaving the last words in his diary, or battlefield essay, which he had not opened for many days.

"I don't know what's waiting for me ahead, but I think I should be sure that I will fight to the end, until the moment the battle ends, no matter what way."

"No matter what way, dear, the leader will definitely record the greatest and most glorious moment of victory in the history books of all mankind. What is about to greet me and my comrades will surely be an unprecedented great victory. I am full of expectations for this, and I firmly believe that we will be able to achieve it. I am full of confidence in this. Let the crane spread the song of victory to every corner of the world. Let us sing a triumphant song together for this, and the moment of celebrating victory is coming!"

Close the pen cap, put down the pen in his hand, write a full piece of paper to express love and longing, and end it in this way. Malashenko blew on the letter paper, confirmed that the notes were dry, and then sealed the letter paper in the envelope, and put it away for the time being to be sent out.

The two people who slowly looked up at the window were not only calm and firm, but also had the uncontrollable desire and deep longing for victory.

"I will definitely return safely, Natalia. The beautiful shore will always be filled with the singing of girls, forever."