Chapter 840 A Fierce Battle

In terms of weight, the Black Panther 3 does not have much of an advantage in this impact, at least it can't use its own engine to push the opponent and overthrow the opponent's position like the previous bully light tanks.

After all, the Panther 3 is 40 tons, but the Sherman tank is also 30 tons. In this case, the violent impact shocked both tanks.

After releasing the accelerator, the distance between the Panther 3 tank and the opponent opened again, and at this time, the turret of Brandt's tank was already turning.

Just now, the turret was turned at a small angle, but now, the turret turned quickly and quickly turned back. The 88mm gun barrel was only a few centimeters away from the opponent's tall turret!

"Fire!" Brandt yelled.

"Boom!" The 88mm steel-core armor-piercing projectile emerged from the barrel, with fiery flames and thick black smoke, and almost immediately drilled into the opponent's turret!

There was a huge explosion, and the turret of the tank was pierced directly. Then, black smoke came out from the place where it was pierced, followed by a bigger fire.

wreck!

The battle was going on fiercely, and the British armored soldiers, relying on the spirit of not being afraid of death, rushed towards the German positions desperately, and they actually killed a few German tanks.

However, the exchange ratio between the two sides is too bad, not even five to one, which means that to destroy one German tank, they have to destroy at least five Sherman tanks!

Even if they have a large enough number of tanks, they can't stand this consumption, not to mention, there seem to be a lot of German tanks rushing up!

How to do?

When the news that the front line encountered the German armored division reached the rear headquarters, Montgomery immediately frowned.

Originally, I thought that the main force of the Germans was on the northern front, and the Italian position was a weak spot. Now, why is there an additional armored force suddenly?

"General, it's the 15th German Armored Division. They were recently mobilized from the mainland. They went ashore in the middle of the night and their whereabouts were hidden. We didn't detect them."

Both sides retained strength. Hundreds of tanks suddenly appeared on the British side, and on the German side, a new armored division could naturally emerge out of thin air. However, the arrival of this armored division made Montgomery realize. Something bad happened.

"The latest American tank to assist us is still unable to beat the German tank in terms of performance." The subordinates continued to report bad news one by one: "The main gun of this tank cannot penetrate the main armor of the German tank."

In fact, when I first saw these tanks, Montgomery really didn't have much hope. The gun barrels above were thick enough, but not long enough. Looking at the German tanks, the tank guns were imposing enough, and Now, sure enough!

He counterattacked from the north to attract the attention of the Germans, and then the real main attack direction was in the south, just to avoid direct contact with the main German tank troops, who would have thought that it would still be hit!

"We can't fight recklessly with the Germans. If we go on like this, our foundation will be exhausted, and once the Germans break through our tank troops and the infantry behind them, there will be trouble." The subordinate continued.

They can't fight recklessly, they can only retreat, but if they retreat like this, the German armored troops will rush up, and the situation will be even more dangerous. It can be said that the situation is already very dangerous!

"Order the armored troops in front to continue to hold on for fifteen minutes, and the troops in the back, retreat back to the defense line and prepare to defend!" Montgomery said.

Up to now, the outcome is inconclusive, and we still have a chance!

The armored troops in front are continuing to fight. For them, every second of persistence means sacrifice.

They must persevere. Now that they are glued to the German forces, if they retreat, it will be a rout.

Relying on the spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice, they continued to persevere. One after another, the tanks ignited, and billowing black smoke came out. The rising smoke was the soul of the dead.

The number of Sherman tanks is getting smaller and smaller. When the order to retreat was issued, more than 200 tanks left, and now there are only less than 50 tanks left!

They couldn't turn the direction, so they had to put in reverse gear and slowly back away. Fortunately, the German troops were not reluctant to fight. After a fierce battle, their ammunition was not small. In this way, the remaining British tank troops, only Finally able to retreat.

Compared with their good luck, the tank troops on the northern line were not so lucky. They were ravaged by two armored divisions and eventually all killed.

The only thing worthy of praise for them is that they did not surrender even though they were killed. They all died on the battlefield dignifiedly, and the German army, relying on this agitation, occupied the front-line positions on Mount Isa.

The first day of battle was over.

"Italian army, what a shame!" In the command, Rommel's voice was loud: "Today, if our tank troops hadn't arrived in time, the Italian army would have all surrendered to the British! We The line of defense will be opened, and the British troops will pour out continuously, circle behind us, and surround us!"

The battle during the day made Rommel quite dissatisfied.

The Italian army, with so many anti-tank guns, did not fire a single shot! They watched as British tanks rolled over and over their heads, and then they surrendered.

Such an army, a weak army like noodles, what a shame!

"Report, those Italian soldiers who flinched during the day have all been brought under control." At this moment, the adjutant came in and said.

"On the battlefield, when you flinch from battle, violate military orders, and still surrender to the British, what's the use of keeping such soldiers?" Rommel said: "Now, as the commander-in-chief of the North African coalition forces, I have given orders to shoot them all. !"

After hearing this, Marshal Graziani, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke up.

"There is a reason for them. It's not because they couldn't find a crowbar and couldn't open the ammunition box, so they didn't fire the gun." Marshal Graziani said: "Just forgive them this time, otherwise, take them Send it back to Italy?"

"Enough!" Rommel stood up, pointed to Marshal Graziani's nose, and said: "I have endured enough, instead of having such a group of noodle troops, it is better for us to fight the war by ourselves, at least not to be afraid, now , I tell you, if you want to go back, all of your Italian army, all of you, go back to Italy! The whole Middle East, our German army is enough to fight!"

Marshal Rommel, who usually looks kind and gentle, is like a raging lion at this time.