Steel Soviet Union

It is not easy to fight against the huge American monster. Wittmann can feel the pressure brought by the huge monster.

Huge, oppressive, and just looking at it can make people feel a sense of suffocation. The Shermans driving next to the American monster look like baby strollers driving in front of a dump truck. The strong sense of contrast makes people feel extremely real even when viewed through a periscope.

"We must deal with these Americans! We must successfully bring back the news about the new tank and tell others."

For Wittmann at the moment, there is no other way to bring the key information back alive. There is only one option left: kill these Americans and go back alive.

Not to mention that King Tiger, a heavy tank that is not outstanding and only has adequate mobility, does not support retreat and escape. Even if it runs away now, how far it can run is a very questionable question. Wittmann knew very well how bad the running gear of his command vehicle was. It is not an exaggeration to say that it was only one step away from collapse.

I just hope that my car, whose running gear has reached the edge of collapse, can hold on for a while longer. I don’t ask for much. I just need to maintain the minimum tactical maneuvers required for this battle. If it really happens, my hips suddenly stretch and I am paralyzed on the battlefield. It's all over there.

"Speed ​​up and rush out as soon as possible! The smoke in the forest is getting thicker and thicker, and people are starting to get into the car."

At the same time that Wittmann was firming up his will and roaring out orders again, in the outer wilderness on the other side of the grove, Major Anderson, who had just completed the U-turn of his troops, seemed to be very angry. Come, jump furiously.

"Fire the smoke grenades, keep firing! Shoot them all! I will burn these Germans alive in the woods!"

Even now, Major Anderson, who was furious because he was suddenly attacked from behind and lost one of the latest heavy tanks in vain, still did not realize the specific number of enemies, and still thought that the enemies were "a group" rather than "one". ".

The group of Germans who dared to sneak attack on them are hiding in the woods and ambushing them. The best way to deal with them at this moment is to use the thousand-degree flame of white phosphorus incendiary to ignite the entire forest and kill this group of bold and ignorant people. All the lofty Germans were roasted into suckling pigs.

As the latest equipment, the M29 "Thomas" heavy tank is not equipped with 105mm gun-launched smoke grenades. It may be developed and installed in the future, but at least not now, not even the vehicle itself has just been sent to the European battlefield. Tested soon.

Those Shermans who followed Major Anderson's command vehicle closely became the best smoke grenade launchers. White phosphorus smoke grenades were fired one after another at the maximum rate of fire as if they were free, as ordered by Major Anderson. Shooting wildly towards the woods, with full firepower.

Artillery-launched smoke bombs that use white phosphorus as an incendiary agent to rapidly emit smoke certainly have very strong collateral damage.

The thousands of degrees of high temperature generated when white phosphorus burns is like a tarsal maggot, burning and devouring everything it comes into contact with, burning everything visible and invisible in the grove until nothing is left. , which incidentally caused a forest fire of considerable proportions.

But there is a problem. The original design function of this thing is not an incendiary bomb, but a "cannon-launched smoke bomb" as its name suggests.

This resulted in the Shermans' frantic firing. Although the grove was indeed ignited, the fire was spreading rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and thick smoke was rising into the sky. But the problem is that the white smoke released by artillery smoke grenades is thicker and more intense than the black smoke released by forest fires.

When the two were superimposed, the black smoke and white smoke mixed together and rose straight into the sky. This directly caused the entire grove to be basically completely shrouded in smoke and lost its trace.

This directly led to Major Anderson only knowing that his own shelling had set the grove on fire, but he had no idea what the specific burning was like or what the scene of the Germans being roasted was like. In the telescope he held, there was only white smoke but black smoke. The black and white were mixed together and he couldn't even see the slightest trace of the original grove, let alone see if there was anything running around behind the smoke.

"We can't see anything anymore. Shouldn't we pause and let the smoke clear? At least look at what the Krauts are getting."

The gunner on the side reminded him out of good intentions. After thinking about it, Major Anderson felt that it made sense. It seemed a bit wrong to continue bombarding without confirming the effect of the strike. It was not impossible to take a break and wait and see before making a decision.

"Everyone cease fire and stand by, pay attention to observe the impact of the strike!"

The additional order had just been issued. Major Anderson, who was holding a telescope and leaning half of his body out of the turret, was preparing to take another look at the situation, but he never thought that an unexpected situation would suddenly come at this time.

call out--

Ding-ding——

boom--

A sound like opening a can was heard first, followed by a muffled sound like a water tank being smashed.

In the belated sonic roar, Major Anderson, who had already realized that something must have been penetrated, otherwise there would not have been such a terrifying sound, heard the most annoying report.

"Fuck my legs, my legs!!!"

"Peterson, Peterson is covered in blood! God, we're shot through!"

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The edge of the white smoke, which was like a vast white mist, should be at the outer edge of the forest. Where the muzzle fire flashed just now, there was a hazy and huge figure hiding in the shadows, looming.

Listening to the howls and screams echoing in the ears, looking at the figure of the culprit who caused all this, he didn't hesitate to linger after the successful blow, just like a cobra that got out of the hole and caught a mouse in its mouth, quickly As if dragging prey back to the cave, it quickly reversed and retreated into the shadows. In an instant, it disappeared again into the vast sea of ​​smoke, without a trace.

Convinced that he had seen the hazy figure clearly and found something matching it and a suitable number in his mind, Major Anderson's eyes narrowed and he pressed the radio transmitter in his hand again and shouted. blurted out instantly.

"King Tiger! King Tiger of the Germans! Shoot at two o'clock! Concentrate your fire at two o'clock!"

"But I didn't see anything, what do you want me to hit!? There's just smoke there!?"

The gunner's slightly panicked shouts only received the most rude response from Major Anderson, and he almost blurted out the curses without thinking.

"If you're not fucking blind, shoot now! The place where the muzzle flash was just now is at two o'clock! Shoot, shoot, shoot!!!"