Chapter 800 Hunting for Wittmann

"It seems that those guys in the Air Force can't hold on any longer. It's up to us now!" Wittmann stared at the fighter planes falling in the sky like birds with broken wings, his brows furrowed, a hint of anxiety and worry in his eyes.

He then quickly opened the observation mirror and carefully scanned the surrounding scene.

The 101st Heavy Tank Battalion had bid farewell to the vast plains and officially entered the complex urban area with crisscrossing streets and alleys.

Just now, a shocking news came: the enemy's landing troops have been teleported directly into the city through psychic transmission.

As a result, the once impregnable anti-aircraft firepower instantly became a useless decoration, allowing the enemy to continue to infiltrate our defense lines unscrupulously.

"Report the current situation immediately! How long will it take for the reinforcements to arrive?" Wittmann sat firmly in the tank commander's seat, skillfully operating the various instruments and equipment in front of him with his hands. At the same time, he loudly gave orders to the tanks driven by other teammates beside him and maintained close communication through the walkie-talkie.

However, at this moment, the surroundings were unusually quiet, so quiet that it made people feel uneasy. "It's too quiet, it's so quiet..." Wittmann whispered in a low voice while holding the walkie-talkie.

As the tracks ruthlessly rolled over the wreckage of buildings that had been shattered by artillery fire, bursts of sharp and piercing friction sounds resounded through the sky, as if they were the only music on this dead silent battlefield.

"Watch out on the right side!"

Wittmann was scouting around, when suddenly he spotted something wrong in the building and shouted.

As it turned out, Wittmann's guess was correct, and the Eldar ambush launched a surprise attack in an instant.

The Eldar Scorpion main battle tank, which had been hiding in the building, was like a ferocious beast, launching a surprise attack without any warning.

A dazzling sulfuric acid shell shot out like lightning and hit the flank of a Leman Russ main battle tank with incredible precision.

In an instant, accompanied by a burst of thick smoke rising into the sky, the originally majestic Leman Russ tank seemed to have its backbone pulled out, and it completely lay motionless, unable to move at all.

"Damn it! 2 o'clock! There is an enemy attack at 2 o'clock!" Roars mixed with anger and anxiety echoed on the battlefield.

Several Leman Russ tanks reacted quickly. They turned their heavy front ends like steel behemoths, their engines roared, and their tracks splashed up countless mud, sand and gravel. They crashed through the obstacles in front of them with a thunderous force and pounced straight on the Scorpion tank that had succeeded in its sneak attack.

However, before they could get close to the target, they heard a loud "bang" and another shell emitting a strange light green light whizzed towards them.

This time, the unfortunate victim was another Leman Russ tank.

The violent explosion was deafening, flames shot up into the sky, and the powerful shock wave blew away everything around.

In the blink of an eye, several soldiers in the cockpit were instantly swallowed up by the horrible acid before they even had time to scream, turning into a ball of horrifying acid water.

"We found it! Hit it hard!" Finally, the soldiers hiding in nearby buildings captured the trace of the Scorpion tank.

Without hesitation, they raised their anti-tank rocket launchers, aimed at the target, and pulled the trigger decisively. Rockets roared with the anger of revenge and hit the Scorpion tank like raindrops.

Faced with such intensive and fierce attacks, the Scorpion tank had to temporarily give up the attack and began to retreat in a panic.

"Follow me!"

A huge and majestic Leman Russ tank let out a low roar, and its thick gun barrel slowly twisted. As the gunner aimed accurately, a powerful armor-piercing shell whizzed out like lightning and accurately hit the vulnerable flank of the Scorpion tank.

"The ammunition rack has been hit, the ammunition rack has been hit..." The sharp and piercing alarm sounded throughout the entire Scorpion tank. The Eldar driver who was driving the tank was immediately horrified when he heard the sudden alarm.

There was cold sweat on his forehead, his hands were tightly gripping the joystick, and his heart was filled with fear and despair.

He tried desperately to maneuver the tank away from the dangerous battlefield, but it was too late.

He saw another five Leman Russ tanks quickly surrounding him from all directions like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

Their tracks crushed the gravel on the ground, raising billowing dust and forming an impenetrable encirclement.

"Bang!" Another deafening noise was heard, and another shell was ejected from the muzzle of the Leman Russ tank, hitting the flank of the Scorpion tank again with tremendous force.

The damage caused by this attack was even more serious. Thick black smoke gushed out from the gaps in the tank like ink, as if it was going to swallow the entire tank.

"Okay, let's end this battle now!" The gunner of the Leman Russ tank shouted triumphantly. He had already won the battle. He only needed to deliver one final blow to completely destroy the enemy in front of him.

However, at this moment, something unexpected happened.

Dozens of silvery-white shadows suddenly appeared in the ruins like ghosts, so fast that it was hard to keep up.

Immediately afterwards, one of the Leman Russ tanks was caught off guard and attacked fiercely. It instantly caught fire and turned into a pile of scrap metal.

"Oh no! It's the enemy's reinforcements!" Wittmann shouted solemnly, his eagle-like sharp eyes fixed on the enemy troops gradually approaching in the distance.

At the same time, he quickly and calmly issued orders: "Everyone, pay attention, prepare for battle immediately!"

As his command sounded, the entire crew moved nervously.

They skillfully operate various equipment and weapon systems to ensure that the vehicles are in optimal combat condition.

I saw several silver-white magnetic levitation tanks rushing towards the tank where Wittmann was like ghosts at an extremely fast speed.

"Here they come! Everyone stay calm!" Wittmann shouted loudly, his voice full of majesty and calmness.

At this moment, one of the magnetic levitation tanks just showed its head, and before it was fully displayed in front of everyone, Wittmann had successfully locked it with his keen observation and excellent tactical qualities.

Then the gunner pulled the trigger without hesitation.

With a loud bang, a powerful shell whizzed out from the Macharius main gun, like a flash of lightning across the sky.

The speed of this shell was beyond imagination. It took less than a third of a second to accurately hit the magnetic levitation tank that had just appeared.

In an instant, a huge fireball rose into the sky, accompanied by a deafening explosion. The magnetic levitation tank was blown to pieces, and countless metal fragments flew everywhere.

Then, thick smoke spread out, and the originally majestic magnetic levitation tank turned into a pile of silver-white scrap metal in an instant, scattered on the battlefield.

The remaining maglev tanks spotted Wittmann and then approached him at the same time.