Steel Soviet Union

Chapter 2309?? Kill that Sherman

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At the beginning of the battle, Brad, who commanded his 4a3e8 long-tube Sherman car and was located near the outer checkpoint of the town, was lucky.

The Germans' primary goal is not to clear out the U.S. troops stationed at the checkpoints in the town, but to clearly remove all visible targets on the outer defensive positions from large to small threats. This is obviously to quickly raid and capture the outer defensive positions. prepare for.

Brad, who had been dealing with Germans since his days in North Africa, understood this instantly and reacted immediately.

However, his reaction and the order he gave were not to immediately step on the accelerator and rush out of the town along the main road, facing off against the Germans head-on.

There are tiger kings outside the town, and the terrain is fucking open and unobstructed.

What did you say you were going to do? Um? A Xie Mantou rushed out and was set on fire and turned into a barbecue grill, right?

Knowing that rushing out alone at this time would lead to death, Brad ordered the vehicle to reverse at full speed and retreat. This did not mean that he wanted to be a deserter and hide from the battle, but when faced with the enemy's armored offensive of a large group coordinated by infantry and tanks, the first thing to do was to gather his own troops. The armor strength is twisted into one force.

Tanks have no advantage in terms of quality and are very different. If we don't gather a partial numerical advantage and rely on tactics to win, then this battle will not be fought. The result of "Gourd Baby Saving Grandpa" one after another "steamed buns are sent to the tiger's mouth", no matter what Look, it's the same no matter how you think about it.

Fortunately, Major Verhaydon, who is the battalion commander, has no intention of blaming him. He also knows that Brad's seemingly cowardly move is actually the most meaningful thing under the circumstances. It is definitely better than riding out on his own bicycle immediately. The small town supports the friendly forces, which seems to be extremely heroic but is actually a meaningless act of stupid people.

After Brad had assembled all the last remaining armored forces in the town that he could mobilize, the order from Verhaydon, who had been waiting impatiently to put out the fire, was also in place, and a steamed bun battle took place in Tiger King's town. Armored confrontation is imminent and inevitable.

call out--

Boom——

"Shit! We need tank support, where the fuck is the tank support!? The Kraut's monsters are running over our faces!!!"

The cry for help that came from unknown soldiers using a wireless phone was simply heartbreaking. Brad, whose ears were filled with the cry of killing a pig, was calm and calm. He raised the wireless transmitter in his hand and just He spoke quietly.

"We are approaching the west intersection of Avenue A. How is the situation? Tell me where the enemy tanks are."

"Front, front! Parked at the intersection of West Street! Two King Tigers are almost parked side by side. The house is about to be destroyed by them! You'd better hurry up! Immediately!"

"Copy that, hold on! We'll be there soon!"

At the same moment when the radio was cut off, the roar of the German King Tiger engine could be clearly heard behind a row of buildings. Judging from the majestic and rising pitch, it must be that the German King Tiger was starting to start. As soon as the train started, Brad, knowing that this was an excellent opportunity, gave the order decisively.

"Saber 22, Saber 23, rush out! The German tanks are crossing the street, hit them in the belly!"

The relative position between the enemy and ourselves is in the US military's favor. After our tank column rushes out of the street, its muzzle should be pointed directly at the side armor of the German King Tiger, which is the tiger's most vulnerable belly. We know that our own firepower cannot deal with the rough-skinned and thick-fleshed tiger. Brad, who had broken through the king's defense head-on, was determined to seize the opportunity and give the German a head-on blow first.

The two Sherman tanks that received the order immediately accelerated forward. They were the same model as Brad's command vehicle. They were also two 4a3e8 long-barreled Sherman tanks that had been greatly upgraded and strengthened their firepower. They were also Brad's. The armor-piercing power of Xie Mantou among all the models under his command is the most powerful. As long as the weak point can be found, it can definitely send away the German King Tiger with one shot.

Creaking, creaking——

Kaka——

The rapidly grinding tracks made a harsh noise as they ran over the masonry debris on the ground, and the enemy tanks, which were running in parallel across a row of houses, met almost instantly.

The huge man never expected that such a deadly assassin would rush out from the unexpected nook and cranny, even two at a time. The tiger hunter holding a deadly sharp knife also raised and dropped the knife without mercy. , the sharp blade is unsheathed.

"Fire!"

boom--

call out--

Boom——

There was the blast of the cannon being ejected from the chamber, the scream of the projectiles flying through the air, and the roar of the explosion that ripped apart the armor and instantly detonated inside the vehicle body.

All the sounds that followed instantly blended into one and sounded like one.

The seemingly powerful and invincible Tiger King was shot into the soul and pierced through the belly by a long-barreled 76 cannon on the spot. Before dying, the huge and heavy turret even pointed at the building on the next street it had just bombarded, completely unconscious. There was no need to respond to the arrival of the assassin.

The powerful explosion of ammunition and oil didn't know which one came first. In short, the fire exploded into the sky, setting off a death storm of flying metal and flames on the spot.

The SS Panzergrenadiers who were following the King Tiger and preparing to charge were unlucky. Metal fragments as big as a palm and as small as a submachine gun bullet rained down instantly. , there was no time to dodge.

There were many unlucky people who were hit by seven or even dozens of metal fragments in an instant, and were swept into sieves. As for those who were blown up on the spot and lifted into the air by the shock wave of the explosion, it was even more common.

"We shot him! We killed him! Haha!!!"

"Yi~~ha~~This is so beautiful! I like it!"

"Keep loading, armor-piercing bullets! Quick!"

The tiger killers who succeeded in one shot and killed the tiger king celebrated their achievements with excited shouts. Being able to kill a zoo monster that is as big as a moving steel mountain is definitely worth bragging about! All the comrades around you will look at you with admiration. The army that respects the strong is the one who kills the tiger. This is an absolute truth.

But the premise is that you have to survive after killing the tiger, and then you have the opportunity to go to the battlefield bar and let others buy you a drink or two, and listen to your bragging about the exciting tiger killing story that is more or less exaggerated.

Obviously, the Sherman crew, immersed in great joy, has not yet realized this problem.

Although the loader is still loading shells in time, the gunner is also responding to turn the turret, and there is no problem, some things are still a step too late.

"112, the target is behind the street corner in front of the right, kill that Sherman!"