Chapter 848 Italians? Do Not Worry

Historically, the Sherman tank has had countless modifications. The later models have developed very powerfully, but the initial models are still slag.

Americans are arrogant and feel that their equipment is very good, but now, when they are used on the battlefield, they can realize how tasteless it is.

The only result today was from the side. When they hit the front of the Panther tank, they could see that they had hit several times in a row, but they were forced to take it down!

This kind of victory is unacceptable to them.

"The American tank guns are not as good as our 17-pounder guns at all. It would be great if our 17-pounder guns could be mounted on Sherman tanks." Another general said on the side.

If you say the nemesis of German tanks, it is definitely the 17-pounder gun. Unfortunately, with the loss of the homeland, this gun has been hard to see.

"By the way, in today's daytime battle, the American M5 anti-tank gun successfully destroyed the Panther 3 tank, and it was destroyed from the front!" Another person suddenly remembered something, this was the first time, Our anti-tank guns destroyed the opponent's tank from the front!

Therefore, since there is no 17-pounder gun, then simply install the M5 anti-tank gun, which can also be used temporarily.

Although the caliber of the two guns is the same, 76.2 mm, but in terms of effect, the M5 gun is definitely more powerful! Just look at the length.

"So, can we put the M5 on the tank?" Montgomery asked.

Hearing his question, everyone looked at each other, this is not so easy, look at the current Sherman tank, the barrel on it is quite short, and the M5 anti-tank gun is too long, and the medicine room is different. , is not so easy to install.

Historically, the British installed their own 17-pounder anti-tank guns on tanks, and still had to make the propellant cartridge smaller to complete the integration. As a result, the power of this gun was less than that of towed anti-tank guns.

"We have a few technologists from home who can give it a try," said a deputy.

As King George VI showed his banner in Egypt, some people who were unwilling to join forces with Edward VIII were still trying their best to come to Egypt. Today, several experts from the Royal Armoury came over.

Montgomery nodded: "Well, let them try, even if the turret is removed and only the Sherman chassis is used, we must complete the modification as soon as possible. We need weapons that can completely restrain German tanks."

What can't you do? I'm afraid that I can't think of it. If I can't do it, I will keep the Sherman chassis and make it an open top. It is absolutely possible to install the M5 anti-tank gun on it!

To say that Sherman is excellent, I am afraid that the performance of the chassis is not bad, but unfortunately, it is too high!

Just now, a general took a telegram and hurried in: "No, the Germans launched an attack on our Mitria mountains at night, and the Indian division there is in danger of collapse at any time! "

It is not easy to fight at night, and the identification of the enemy and the enemy will become a problem. The Germans usually use armored troops to attack. Therefore, they rarely have the practice of sneak attack at night.

Tonight, something unexpected happened.

The southern region, which has always been thought to be the role of soy sauce, is constantly greeted with battles!

Montgomery stood up abruptly, walked towards the sand table, and said in a hurry, "Is it a night attack by the German armored forces?"

"No, the infantry came, the Italians attacked us."

Here comes the infantry, or the Italians! Hearing this, Montgomery relaxed: "Let the South African divisions at the back go to support them!"

The combat effectiveness of the Italians has always been obvious to all. They must have taken the wrong medicine tonight, and they actually took the initiative to attack. It must be because of their defeat during the day, and they just want to save face at night. wall!

Montgomery really didn't care too much, he just thought it was a nighttime harassment, he didn't know, soon, he would be annoyed by his negligence.

Compared with his opponent, Rommel at this time is still relatively relaxed.

The lights at the headquarters were still on, and they were listening to reports from the front.

"The Italian infantry division, which is the vanguard, has rushed to the British position and is fighting the British army hand-to-hand."

This news made Marshal Graziani stunned. How is this possible? Still fighting?

You must know that it is not clear how strong your own troops are. In short, there will be no hand-to-hand combat. That kind of blood splattered on the spot is not in line with Italian gentlemen.

"Order the rest of the infantry divisions to press me up!" Rommel said: "Tonight, we must capture the Mitria Mountains! If you can't capture it, then don't come back!"

Tanks are not omnipotent. In the mountains, tanks are subject to great restrictions, especially the Mitria Mountains, where the mountains on both sides are steep, and only the road in the middle can pass.

Rommel has long been thinking about how to attack with infantry, and now, just use the Italian infantry.

"How about the casualties of our team?" Marshal Graziani asked with the complicated thoughts in his mind.

The blood flowing on the front lines is all the blood of Italian soldiers!

"Causes and casualties are unclear, Marshal."

The casualties can only be counted after the battle is over and the soldiers return to the team. It is impossible to know now, especially at night.

Marshal Graziani relaxed a little, as long as the casualties exceeded 10%, the Italian division was in danger of collapse. Now, since the front line is still fighting, the casualties must be minimal.

He could only comfort himself like this. At this time, he didn't know that the death squads rushing to the front had a casualty rate as high as 30%, and the soldiers who were still fighting, even many of them lost their prizes. Still very excited!

Donatello reached out and took the magazine from his back, only to find that his back was empty!

Before setting off, each person was equipped with eight magazines, four on the side behind him, plus the original ones on the gun, a total of nine, each with 32 rounds, that is to say, this night, he consumed a total of nearly three hundred Bullets fired!

As for the enemies he killed, he didn't make a detailed calculation, because when he got to the back, he couldn't count them, but at least there were more than a dozen.

Now, no more bullets!

How to do?

Of course, you can't be idle, and quickly touch other weapons from the ground!

He bent down and wanted to take the rifle held by a corpse on the ground and hang the bayonet. It must be more enjoyable to kill!

However, just when he wanted to pick it up, he suddenly found that the other party was holding it tightly without moving it!

"Boom!" Not far away, a grenade exploded. With the light, he saw the bloody Indian soldier lying on the ground, and suddenly opened his eyes, revealing his white teeth.

In an instant, Donatello understood that this guy, like himself before, pretended to be dead when things went wrong! But now, there is murder in the eyes of the other party!