Steel Soviet Union

"Go on, armor-piercing rounds! Target tanks, fire at will!"

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"Go and eat shit! British dog!"

boom--

At this moment, Tiger King No. 007, lurking behind the small slope with only a turret exposed and obscured by bushes, seemed like a tiger lurking in the shadows to the British troops being slaughtered. Zhang A terrifying beast that keeps eating people with its bloody mouth.

When the seventh main gun roared, it was also the seventh British vehicle that was destroyed on the road while unable to move.

Those British armored soldiers who were yelling didn't even know what kind of enemy they were fighting. They didn't know what the enemy's equipment was, let alone how many there were. All I know is that all the horrific destruction came from behind that slope where the muzzle flashes were constantly flashing.

"Damn bastards! All tanks immediately turn around and get into battle formation! The enemy is at two o'clock, hurry!"

The British commander who arrived in the middle of the convoy was so angry that he was holding a radio transmitter in his hand and cursed loudly.

Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence would never have imagined that his first battle after setting foot on French soil would actually be fought in an ambush by Germans.

How could Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence, who had kicked Rommel and punched the 501st Battalion of the Wehrmacht on the North African battlefield, suffer such a big loss? The current performance of his troops with rich combat experience was so unbearable that it was almost impossible to watch.

While issuing orders to his subordinates who were performing really poorly, Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence, who had been closely observing the battlefield movements with the commander's periscope in his hand, had already locked the accurate enemy position. Immediate revenge was his only urgent desire now. things to do.

"Load high-explosive bombs and blow up the bushes for me! The Germans will hide behind and let these rats reveal their true colors!"

Among the busy, nervous, or panicked British armored soldiers, few noticed such a detail.

Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence, who shouted loudly on the radio channel, used the plural word "group" instead of "individual".

Surprised that the enemy dared to take the initiative to attack and come to set up an ambush, Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence still stubbornly believes that these Germans must have assembled considerable forces and possess powerful anti-armor firepower. Only in this way can they be worthy of having the courage to attack. The courage to fight against the legendary 7th Armored Division.

According to common sense, there is nothing wrong with Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence's thinking.

But the problem lies precisely with the "SS lunatic" opposite. He is really a "wrong" person. He dares to ambush a battalion on a bicycle! No matter how experienced a field commander is, it would be difficult for him to think of and believe this. What's more, the powerful and precise anti-armor firepower that the opponent burst out in a short period of time is not like what a tank or a gun can fire.

Therefore, it is not that Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence is incompetent or too stupid. The judgments and conclusions he draws are based on common sense and have no problems. The truth is that what is happening in front of him is too "magical reality."

Boom boom boom boom——

The British armored soldiers who received the commander's order responded quickly. Some of them were the first to complete the turn of the car body, or the turret that had not yet completed the turn of the car body, but was rotating at the same time as the car body, had already driven the muzzle to point blankly. The tanks that came over immediately opened fire with a salvo as soon as the high-explosive shells were loaded and aimed.

The first wave of high-explosive bombs from the British army hit them head-on and in the face with good accuracy. Almost all of their impact points were within a radius of ten meters with Wittmann's car as the center, and they exploded one after another.

In the state of encountering a sudden ambush and hastily responding to the battle, it is really rare to be able to achieve such accuracy in the first test firing. Although panicked, the 7th Armored Division of the British Army still has confidence, and it is worthy of being called an elite ace unit, at least less than Compared with most ordinary armored units in this era, they are already good enough.

Unfortunately, the enemy they faced was more elite and better than them, and the scene that followed after blasting away the bushes that blocked their vision was even more shocking.

"Oh my God! She's so big! What kind of monster is that!?"

"God, what the hell did the Germans build? Is this Hitler's moving steel castle?"

"Damn! Armor-piercing bullets, we need armor-piercing bullets! Armor-piercing bullets are loaded, load them quickly! Quick, quick, quick!"

Without putting yourself in the situation to experience it for yourself, it would be difficult to imagine that when you are driving a Cromwell cruise tank with a total combat weight of only 27 tons, the Germans on the opposite side are driving a Cromwell cruise tank with a total combat weight of nearly 70 tons. , the giant tank that is as big as a behemoth and can fit the entire Cromwell into it, how deep the deep shock and visual impact in my heart are.

The panicked and shouting British armored soldiers were stepping up their efforts to load armor-piercing bullets. At the same time, Wittmann, who knew that he had been exposed and had been taken off his disguise, no longer kept secrets, and simply issued a more straightforward order. and decisive orders.

"Go forward, drive up the slope and move to a position with a wider field of vision, and load all the broken British cars in the blind area of ​​the field of vision!"

Because of the undulations of the terrain and the cover of vegetation, Wittmann's fighting position was an excellent ambush position that could cut off the head and tail of the British convoy and eat the middle. However, there are still some British tanks in the center of the convoy, which are blocked by the vegetation and terrain connecting the two sides in a straight line, and are in the blind spot of vision.

There was no turning back. Wittmann had no intention of stopping after knocking out a few British tanks.

The battle with the US armored forces a few days ago had given Wittmann a general understanding of the Allied armored combat capabilities. The British's garbage tanks are not necessarily any better than the Americans' broken cars. No matter how strong they are, can they be more perverted than those Russians' super iron bastards?

The King Tiger can ricochet against the IS6s of the Russians to show their friendship. Wittmann believed that the armor of his car could withstand the attacks of the British troops. Driving to the high ground to completely annihilate these British guys was just a matter of course. A split-second decision.

Wittmann's No. 007 Command Type Tiger King with summer tiger stripes and two-color camouflage was slowly moving, but in the eyes of the British armored soldiers opposite, they only saw a huge steel monster spraying thick black smoke climbing onto the ground. Slope hilltop.

"God! How big is this thing!? It must be sixty or seventy tons! It's crazy!"

Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence could only marvel when he saw the complete figure of King Tiger in his field of vision. For a moment, he was not even sure whether his troops could deal with the terrifying thing that looked so terrifying. Human monster.

But what he was thinking and what he actually did were two different things. Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence, whose palms were soaked with sweat, still held the wireless transmitter tightly, staring at the angry face of the lone German tank and then gave orders.

"All tanks, switch to armor-piercing rounds! Concentrate all firepower to kill this monster!"