Chapter 1123 Enemies meet on a narrow road

"Twelve o'clock direction, 300 meters away! Russian heavy tanks, armor-piercing bullets ready!"

"Loading completed!"

"Fire!"

boom--

The 88mm main gun mounted on the Tiger tank turret sprayed out blazing muzzle fire, and the overflowing fire, flames and shock waves shook the grassy ground under the muzzle brake.

The 88mm full-caliber armor-piercing hooded projectile that flew away from the muzzle and whizzed at extremely high speeds flew straight towards the target. However, no one was sure whether this shot could kill the target. The five crew members in the vehicle were like looking at the stone. Still looking forward to the upcoming hit result.

Ding-ding——

call out--

"Damn it! It didn't penetrate, it was a ricochet again! How on earth did you hit Carl!?"

The electromechanical man in the co-pilot's position was complaining loudly, but the old man sitting in the gunner's position obviously didn't buy it.

"What do you want me to do? Huh? Do you think you can do it? Okay, you come and sit in my seat, and I'll take your job as an electrical and mechanical engineer that even a random kid from the street can do. Why? Like? Are you willing to change?"

The importance of the Tiger tank electromechanical officer's position is basically equivalent to the spare tire for everyone in the tank. If someone falls at any position, he will be the first to jump in and make up for it. The premise is that the tank commander has not ordered the vehicle to be abandoned and asked to persist. Words of fighting.

In normal times, this is just a job of controlling the direction of the car body and the machine gun, paddling the water and fishing. Compared with the four indispensable positions of commander, gunner, loader and driver, it is indeed a little bit better. Dispensable taste.

As the saying goes, hit someone without slapping someone in the face, and scold someone without exposing someone's shortcomings. The gunner responded with such a sinister, vicious and merciless response on the spot, which directly choked the electromechanical officer who was originally talking high-pitched to the point where he was speechless for a moment.

"You Carl, you bastard, I swear I'm going to beat you up!"

"It's just you? You still want to beat me? Stop it, you can't even beat the little Hans next door who just finished his mother's milk!"

"Shut up! This is a war. If you want to quarrel, get out!"

Wittmann didn't like to talk nonsense with the crew members because he always felt that he lacked something in common with these kids in their early twenties. But this does not mean that he will tolerate these fools quarreling and saying harsh words to each other on the battlefield. Someone has to stand up and take care of the hot-blooded young people when their adrenaline is soaring.

"Continue loading armor-piercing rounds. Let's try to get closer. The round just hit the front of the car. Remember to aim at the turret next time!"

"Heinrich, start! Get us out of here and move on!"

The driver Heinrich, who was familiar with Wittmann's temper but never dared to intervene in this small-scale quarrel, obeyed the order. The Tiger heavy tank with a total combat weight of 56 tons once again ejected a burst of exhaust black smoke and slowly rose. . The 650 horsepower output of the Maybach HL230 gasoline engine drove the heavy tiger body toward the position where it was clear how fierce the fighting was.

The Tiger tank platoon commanded by Wittmann was originally responsible for long-range support firepower, which was part of the initial batch of Tiger tanks responsible for long-range firepower output at a distance of about one kilometer.

After receiving the order to move forward, Wittmann led the reinforced Tiger platoon towards the position, slowing down or ordering to stop many times along the way, and fired at the Russian heavy tanks with exposed weaknesses.

But the actual results obtained were somewhat discouraging. Those Russian heavy tanks with rough skin and thick flesh were simply like turtle shells bitten by mosquitoes. Except for the two IS2 heavy tanks with their sides completely exposed, which were completely destroyed and turned into a ball of fire, the remaining shells were either directly bounced away or simply crashed into the armor without being able to penetrate the armor at all.

The development of the battle situation is not conducive to the attacking side of the Guards Division, and can even be said to be quite bad.

Wittmann could clearly see from the commander's command tower with a good view that none of the Russian soldiers on the position who were stubbornly resisting were afraid of fighting or running away in fear. The weapons were fighting for their lives like crazy.

Therefore, the Guards Division that had already rushed to the position seemed to be close to victory, but in fact it was difficult to achieve actual results.

The tanks that rushed into the position had no chance to support the infantry. The biggest threat was the Russian heavy tanks that were everywhere like iron bastards crawling on the ground. These heavy tanks, which did not know how to retreat like their own infantry, were firing wildly, and every roar of approaching fire basically heralded the impending misfortune of an SS tank.

Wittmann even saw some Russian heavy tanks that threatened the biggest enemy at hand, directly loaded with high-explosive bombs and fired fiercely at the SS infantry pouring in at the gap.

When the dusty cannon exploded, about seven or eight infantrymen were blown to pieces, and their bodies flew into the sky. So far, Wittmann has not captured any of them, and has no actual opportunity to observe this terrifying heavy tank up close. , really want to know.

What caliber of gun did the crazy Russian install on this new heavy tank? The blasting effect of this high-explosive shell is comparable to direct-aiming shooting from field heavy artillery! Not to mention that the infantry couldn't bear it, but in the face of a loud noise, flying dust and bursts of fire, Wittmann really felt that the Russians would have no problem even if they loaded high-explosive bombs to hit the tanks.

"As expected, it's you, we meet again! Russian!"

Wittmann will not forget that since the battle in the direction of Oboyan, among this Russian heavy tank force that has been lingering, there are a few tanks with unique shapes that are more powerful.

These heavy tanks, which are obviously different in appearance from their teammates, appear to be lower but thicker and stronger. The entire turret head looks like it has been flattened by a hammer, which is very distinctive in appearance. Wittmann commanded his car and repeatedly shot at the monster with the number 177 painted on the front of the car many times, but without any exception, no actual results were achieved.

But now, the principle of "enemies are always on the same road" has come true again. Wittmann was very "lucky" to meet this No. 177 heavy tank that once caused him such a headache on the frontal battlefield.

There was no reason to give up and run away in this battle between tough men. Wittmann could clearly see the No. 177 vehicle through his commander's command tower, and it was aiming at an unknown other tank. Most of the side of the turret All exposed, almost facing him.

Naturally, he couldn't let such a great opportunity slip away, so he immediately blurted out the order without hesitation.

"Eleven o'clock direction, two hundred meters away! That special heavy tank with 177 painted on its head, hit the side of its turret and fire!"