Chapter 1216 Number 177

The flying artillery fire almost set the entire village on fire. There was an unlimited supply of artillery shells and bullets on this purgatory-like battlefield.

Frail humans with flesh and blood will be killed if they are not careful. Even heavy armored tanks with steel and iron bones must be careful in this two square kilometers of fierce fighting and death battles. Enemies are everywhere. The square tank may fire a fatal blow at any time, taking away the lives of all the people in the vehicle in the fierce explosion of ammunition, flames and flames.

This is especially true for the SS armored troops whose equipment quality is far less perverted and brutal than their opponents, and they must be cautious.

A Panther tank numbered 401 was driving cautiously on a village road. The yellow and green summer camouflage paint gave the Panther, which had many battle scars, an alternative yet beautiful look. The aesthetics of Gears of War.

The top cover of the turret, which was turned sideways, was pushed to the side and opened. The captain of the Panther tank, who had the second machine hanging around his neck, stuck his head out of the vehicle. This is naturally very dangerous in a close combat environment in the village where bullets are flying everywhere, but Buckman himself feels that this danger is far less than the chance of being bombarded by a Russian tank due to poor tracking of the enemy.

Da da da da——

Bang bang bang——

"Hidden! The Russians are ambushing you! Hurry and take cover!"

The sudden sound of small arms fire made Buckman, who was highly concentrated, jerk his head back. After listening to the sound to confirm that the bullet was not coming towards him, he poked the upper part of his head out again and found out. Buckman, aware of the situation, quickly issued the order.

"At 1 o'clock, 300 meters away, there is a wooden house on the roadside. There is a room full of Russians inside! Load high-explosive bombs!"

"Loading completed!"

"Aimed!"

"Fire!"

boom--

The power of the 75-caliber high-explosive bomb is completely dwarfed by the 122mm, but it has devastating killing power for the most basic protective fortification such as a wooden bunker, which is obviously enough.

The muzzle shook as the flames flashed, and the 75mm high-explosive grenade that quickly came out of the gun instantly sent dust and debris flying into the sky with a loud noise, creating an explosion shock wave and dust all over the place.

Looking at the fragments of wooden houses, small rocks, and dirt falling from the sky like raindrops, Buckman, who was pressing the microphone on his throat, let go of his right hand and breathed a sigh of relief. This is already the thirteenth hut guarded by Russians that it has killed with artillery fire on this village road that is not the main attack route. Who knows why these Russians are so crazy and persistent.

"Okay, the target is solved, let's move on! Make sure the infantry can keep up with our speed."

The No. 401 Panther tank spewed out a burst of black smoke from the engine exhaust and restarted again. The SS soldiers who had been hit by the sudden bullets and jumped like rabbits immediately ducked out of their respective bunkers. came out, clenched the weapons in their hands more vigilantly, and united around the only remaining Panther tank to continue the mission of moving forward.

None of the five SS armored soldiers in the car spoke. All of them were doing their jobs while maintaining a high level of tension. Even the loader is taking advantage of this gap in the battle to move the artillery shells that are farther away and inconvenient to the chassis of the vehicle to a position more within his reach, so that the battle can suddenly break out quickly. Refill, as needed.

At the moment when the tank had just passed the corner of the road ahead, Buckman, who turned his head and was still looking to the left of the intersection, wary of an enemy ambush, suddenly heard a strange scream from the gunner.

"Oh! Damn it! Russian heavy tanks, armor-piercing bullets, armor-piercing bullets! Quick-loading armor-piercing bullets!"

The gunner who reacted quickly was the first to shout, and the driver who followed him was also frightened after witnessing the scene directly ahead.

"Stop, I'm stopping! Open fire and kill that Russian guy!"

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"Wait, stop! Don't fire!!!"

At the last moment when the main gun's firing trigger was about to be pulled, Buckman, who had better vision and turned his head quickly, promptly stopped his crew members from almost wasting precious armor-piercing ammunition in a state of panic.

"It's an abandoned Russian tank. The tracks are broken and all the lids are open. Let's take a closer look next time."

Buckman had never encountered the enemy's behavior of opening all the hatches and pretending to be dead to deceive the enemy into an ambush when the track was broken.

His keen battlefield intuition told Buckman that it would not happen this time either.

There was not much time to waste on the battlefield where the war was raging and the situation was urgent. Buckman, who had made a false alarm and was startled for a moment, was about to give the order to continue moving forward, but at that moment he inadvertently glanced sideways. He looked at it but could no longer take his eyes away.

"Something's not right, this is not an ordinary Russian tank! It looks like"

An irregular arc-shaped turret that looks like a flattened car is erected on the wide and sloping car body. The front turret layout and the design of the armor plate on the front of the car body that is tilted at a large angle make Buckman look like this at first glance. The most intuitive feeling is "what a big T34"!

Among the three elite Waffen SS armored divisions deployed in Prokhorovka, the Reich Division was the last to fight Malashenko and the one with the least contact with the battlefield, but this does not mean that Backman did not hear about it. There are some battlefield rumors that have spread widely and become more and more evil.

Those new Russian heavy tanks that were described in rumors as being like demons and wandering around the battlefield were still fresh in my memory. Based on his intuition, Buckman felt that the opportunity that was so close at hand was a rare one! Strong curiosity and impulse are as uncontrollable as a fountain gushes wildly.

"Hey! Wait! Buckman, what are you going to do?"

By the time the slightly slower crew members came to their senses, Buckman, the commander of the vehicle, had already picked up his MP40 submachine gun for self-defense, jumped out of the turret with a pedal on the roof seat, and didn't even say a word. Under such circumstances, no one knew what their commander was going to do.

"Damn it! Is this guy crazy!? Get your gun and follow him quickly, quickly!"

The battlefield in front of us, where a fierce battle had just broken out not long ago, was obviously late to Buckman's group and fell into relative silence, but this did not mean that there were no enemy eyes around, peeping and preparing for an ambush.

The other four crew members who had to protect the commander had no choice but to grab their weapons and get out of the car quickly, and followed Buckman to the end of the madness.

"Buckman, you bastard! Are you crazy? What's the difference between leaving the tank and seeking death!?"

The gunner holding the submachine gun tightly leaned behind the abandoned enemy tank wreckage, seeking cover, but Buckman, who had arrived first, was like a man possessed at this moment, reaching out to touch the heavy-duty vehicle in front of him that he had never seen before. Every scratch on the tank's turret side armor, which was covered with unpenetrated shells, was so clear and complete that it was right in front of my eyes and eye-catching.

"177, its number is 177! It looks like a command vehicle!"

"I have to go in and take a look, this must be important! Wink, where's your camera!?"

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