Chapter 1126 The Confused

In the last battle with Malashenko, Wittmann lost all the Tiger tanks except his command vehicle in just a few moments. It was really a nightmare experience!

Those Russian heavy tanks, which were huge and heavily armored and as good as Tiger tanks, looked like a group of enraged beasts after being attacked.

The turret was immediately turned around and a burst of armor-piercing shells fired at the face instantly caused devastating consequences. Except for the Wittmann command vehicle, which was in a relatively concealed position, all the remaining Tiger tanks in the platoon were destroyed. Suffering a disaster, the 122 heirlooms, which were loaded with a huge amount of ammunition in the projectile warhead and were far more damaging than the 88 cannon, were all beaten into a pile of burning and separated tiger carcasses.

As an armored platoon leader, Wittmann became a veritable polished commander. That moment was truly an unforgettable moment for the battle-hardened Wittmann.

Countless times, he used the skull badge on his military hat to warn himself to be as ruthless as the skull. He must be ruthless and deadly when facing any enemy, and never give the enemy a chance to stand up again to seek revenge against him. This is the only way. Only then can he survive this purgatory war and live to see what the promising German future promised by the head of state will look like.

To be honest, Wittmann hopes that he can be a witness to all this, and he is willing to work hard for it. Correspondingly, he just hopes that he can live to witness the arrival of this day.

As a member of the Führer's Guards Standard Division, Wittmann, like most of his comrades, firmly believed in the Führer's promises and the bright future he described.

Although he is no longer the passionate young boy he once was. The cruel battlefield has made Wittmann more and more like a smooth-tongued veteran who can bargain with death. But he has not forgotten why he joined the SS in the first place. of.

But at that moment, when he saw his crew members dying without burial in the flames.

Wittmann's long-held belief was shaken for the first time in an unprecedented way.

For a moment, Wittmann felt that he could not defeat such a powerful opponent in front of him.

Those new heavy tanks of the Russians are powerful, thick, and indestructible. At the same time, they are indestructible with the main gun of unknown caliber. Just looking at it gives people an extremely strong sense of visual oppression. This feeling is not at all Losing to one's own Tiger tanks is even worse.

The sight of all his tigers dying tragically on the spot made Wittmann, who had been ignored by chance, stop thinking for a moment, and even his breathing was subconsciously forgotten.

Reason told Wittmann that if he dared to order fire back again, even if it was just to use the hull heading machine gun to hit those Russian heavy tanks on the butt. 【】

These Russian heavy tanks, which have been enraged like giant bears, will inevitably turn the turret again and point the black muzzle at themselves without hesitation.

And what happens next can be expected, he will inevitably follow in the footsteps of his comrades, and die without a burial place in the flames and strong ammunition explosion shock wave!

Afterwards, Wittmann calmed down, sat on the ground next to the road wheels of his Tiger tank with a cigarette in his mouth, and asked himself the same question repeatedly in his heart.

Were you scared at that time? Are you afraid that those Russians will kill you with one shot? Are you afraid that you will lose your life and not live to see the day when Germany stands in the forest of the world? Or do you just live a miserable life, and then sit here smoking a cigarette, looking for an excuse to deal with your weakness, incompetence, and fear of death?

Wittmann, who had smoked half a pack of cigarettes in one breath, could not find a convincing answer that could convince him. However, Wittmann knew that no matter what his ultimate goal was at the time, he still had a strong will to survive that made him want to survive. I can sit here and smoke.

If this fact were told to others, probably those recruits who used to worship themselves as idols and strong men would spit at their feet, call them cowards, and then leave without looking back. open.

This is not Wittmann's random imagination. In the Guards Division, which uses its loyalty and fanatical belief in the Führer as its bragging rights, this is the most real thing that exists and is bound to happen.

No one in this army will show any thoughts of being disloyal to the Führer or unwilling to devote their courage and blood. This will only result in others being ostracized, despised, or even expelled from this army in the name of the Führer. force.

Wittmann knew this very well, so there were some things that he could only think about for himself. It was absolutely impossible for him to talk about them to outsiders. He had to keep his mouth shut.

"I understand, Michelle. What I want to say is that you saved everyone. At least we are alive now. I feel that if people are really dead, nothing can be done, including loyalty to the Führer. I think others should be the same. You have the same idea as me, have you seen Karl? He was still opposed to your retreat at that time, but now, he can only say to the rest of us: "Thank you Michelle" while drinking. That’s all.”

Although there is almost a ten-year age difference between Wittmann and Wittmann, as the most mature loader in the whole car: Steinmeier, he sent encouragement when Wittmann was smoking alone on the tiger.

In Steinmeier's view, Wittmann alone shouldered the pressure of redeeming everyone in the car, and even the continuity responsibility that might arise from it. If he didn't come to comfort Wittmann at this time, then his military career would really be in the dog's belly. To this extent, he could not be regarded as understanding the love of comrades.

After hearing this, Wittmann looked at the worn-out military cap in his arms. The earphones hung hanging around his neck were like ancient instruments of torture. They seemed to be strangling his neck, making him feel breathless for a time. Angry.

However, these were just feelings from a moment ago.

Now Wittmann feels that he has become much better after listening to Jun's words.

If we use a more fashionable term in the 21st century, Wittmann should feel that he has been cured.

After all, if he could issue such a cowardly order in the first place and said that the lives of all the people in the car were not considered, then even he would probably not believe it.

Being able to receive the gratitude of the person he saved, even a little kid who lived with him day and night and whose fetal hair seemed to have not yet grown out, Wittmann still showed a rare and long-lost smile.

"It's my turn to thank you, thank you for being by my side, Steinmeier."

Wittmann smiled, and the young loader grinned too, and the two big hands clasped together in the blink of an eye.

"Come on, keep fighting, Michelle! Lead us, the fun will continue!"