Chapter 556: Ending

The wheels of the GAZ jeep, which was bumping and speeding on the off-road dirt road, rolled up a large amount of mud and splashed it everywhere. The originally shiny body was immediately smeared like a map of a reform genius. The Red Army major sitting in the co-pilot seat seemed very impatient.

"Drive faster, Lieutenant Korzhev, we don't have much time."

Faced with the hasty words of the major next to him, the helpless Red Army lieutenant had to answer with facts.

"Major Baranov, this is already the fastest. Look at the mud. If we drive faster, our car will flip into the ditch beside the road."

Swish——

As if to verify that what Lieutenant Korzhev said was not a lie, the GAZ jeep, which was originally running very bumpy, immediately swung its tail like a dragon and almost flipped into the ditch before the voice fell. A small pit filled with mud and water and seemingly ordinary was the culprit.

Major Baranov, who was sitting in a swaying position and almost thrown out of the open passenger seat, was holding on to the door handle beside him to stabilize his body. He looked very helpless and impatient. The last time left for him to perform the mission was not much.

About half an hour ago, Major Baranov, who was still on duty at the guard post, suddenly received a call from Leningrad.

His superior told him a coordinate and asked him to go to this place to find a way to get the latest German tank that was paralyzed there by all means.

So how important is this mission?

According to Major Baranov's understanding of his superiors, the last time he was given such a hasty order as if a barrel of explosives was about to explode in the next second, it seemed that he was asked to take people up to fill the gap immediately when a defensive position was broken by the German troops last fall.

Major Baranov, who dared not neglect the slightest, immediately reported loudly to his superiors holding the telephone, and immediately took action without stopping after promising to complete the task.

But some things are easier said than done.

When Major Baranov got off the car and saw the two tanks in front of him, which were almost as big as monsters, even though he claimed that he had already made sufficient psychological preparations, he was still stunned for a moment.

"Damn it! How can I get these two monsters back!?"

While Major Baranov was having a headache about how to take away the two Tiger tanks that had completely lost power, the station of Major Heinkel, who was responsible for assigning tasks to Wittmann and his SS armored troops, was also in chaos.

"Keep pressing the wound, the doctor will be here soon!"

"Oh my God! He's almost dead, the blood is about to run out, is that damn military doctor licking Mussolini's ass!? Tell him to hurry up!"

"Here! Military doctor, hurry up!"

Beside the two Tiger tanks that withdrew to the camp, a large group of Wehrmacht soldiers who were busy rescuing the SS armored soldiers lifted out of the Tiger tanks were shouting and shouting.

Although the two armies always look at each other with disdain on weekdays, and even complain and abuse each other behind their backs.

But when it comes to such a life-and-death moment on the battlefield, temporarily putting aside prejudices and helping each other is ultimately possible for the two armies fighting under the same flag, the SS and the Wehrmacht.

The crew of the Tiger tank that was paralyzed and killed first was lifted out of the tank first.

The bloody wounds from the multiple bullets looked extremely shocking. His pale face would have been no different from a corpse if it weren't for the nostrils that were still moving. The military doctor assigned to the Wehrmacht immediately rushed up to rescue the wounded at the fastest speed.

After all the seriously injured comrades were carried out, Wittmann, whose right hand was almost blown off, crawled out of the tank with his bloody wounds covered. His rather reluctant movements obviously looked extremely painful.

Major Heinkel, who had been guarding not far away, rushed up first when he saw this scene. It was no wonder that only two of the four Tiger tanks returned with injuries. It was obvious what happened. Major Heinkel, who was eager to know the details of the incident, blurted out first.

"Tell me what happened, Michel. How did it become like this? Where are the other two tanks?"

Wittmann, whose right hand was bleeding from the pain, was obviously dissatisfied with Major Heinkel for rushing up to ask questions like this. However, due to the inherent contradictions between the SS and the Wehrmacht and the fact that the other party's rank and position were much higher than his own, Wittmann tightened the bandage on his right hand with his left hand and then spoke slowly with gritted teeth.

"The intelligence is wrong. We encountered a full 18 Russian tanks and at least one company of accompanying infantry. This is an infantry-tank coordinated force, not a simple tank patrol."

Wittmann, who was quite resentful in his heart, chose to ignore the momentary frozen expression of Major Heinkel and continued to speak to himself.

"In addition to this infantry-tank joint force, we also encountered Russian air strikes. Three flying tanks dropped rockets on our heads, one Tiger tank was destroyed by the Russian T34, and another was abandoned after its tracks were broken by the air strike. I commanded two Tiger tanks to bring back all the wounded that could be taken away. It was as simple as that."

"Can I go find a military doctor to treat my wounds now, Mr. Major?"

The tone of dissatisfaction was clearly heard in Wittmann's words, but Major Heinkel, who was on a mission, still had a question that he had to ask clearly now.

"Michelle, one last question, have you dealt with the Russian tank patrol? To be precise, have you dealt with the Russian infantry-tank coordination unit?"

"certainly"

Wittmann, who covered the wound on his right hand, forced out a confident smile.

"I never miss."

Although two precious early-stage Tiger tanks were lost in the armored ambush battle outside Leningrad in the first battle, the evaluation of the results of the battle cannot be measured by the simple number of losses from the German side. Let's see what results the loss of two Tiger tanks brought.

2 to 18, this is undoubtedly an exciting number for Hitler, who has been focusing on the Tiger tank project.

"This is exactly what I need! Speer, in the next few months I hope to see a clear trend in the production of Tiger tanks rising at a high speed. I leave this matter to you, don't let me down!" "

Before he could finish his words as spittle flew from his mouth, Hitler, who tapped the table with his right index finger and stared at the maiden battle report of the Tiger tank in front of him, turned his head again.

"Himmler, what do you think of this Michel Wittmann? What kind of reward do you plan to give him?"