Chapter 1218 A regretful ending

Dong dong dong——

"Bachman! Camera, the camera you asked for is here!"

Listening to the sound of knocking on the armor from outside, Buckman, still holding the projectile in his arms, first put the heavy object in his hand into the shell collection box at his feet to avoid accidentally hitting his foot, and then He raised his head and shouted at the turret roof that opened wide.

"Let Wenke come in. One more person can come in and take pictures!"

The sunlight shining into the tank from the open top cover was like shining into a dark dungeon. After climbing to the top of the turret, Wenke stretched his head and glanced at Buckman, who was working inside. His tank commander was at this moment. Play around with a complete set of gunner sights next to the main gun.

"It's an improvement over the T34. The Russians gave the gunner an independent wide-angle periscope. The fixed-angle main gun sight is separate. It has 4x magnification. The field of view is still very narrow. Single-eye aiming."

While muttering in his mouth, he was writing minutes in the small book in his hand. Buckman suddenly looked up and noticed that Wink was lying on the edge of the hatch cover looking at him, and the commanding words blurted out immediately.

"What are you still looking at? Come in quickly! We can get out of here after this is done!"

After hearing this, Wenke didn't say much. He touched the camera bag on his shoulder to make sure it was securely placed, for fear of dropping the baby, and then he put his legs in and actually jumped into the car. .

"Are you sure it makes sense to do this? Buckman, I feel like we are doing something that has nothing to do with us. Wouldn't it be better to wait until the battle is over and recycle the car and take it away? Why take such a risk to get in and take pictures?"

Wink, who has been close friends with Buckman since childhood, has no taboos. He just says what he thinks and says, that's all.

Buckman, who was busy taking notes, didn't bother to look back at Wenke, but he did give an answer with his own opinions.

"Are you sure that we can defeat those Russians before the battle is over? Everything is not a foregone conclusion until the sound of gunfire stops. Haven't the Russians made you understand this?"

Buckman was scolding him head-on, and Wink, who wanted to say something more, couldn't find a suitable reason to refute, so in the end he could only shut up and stop talking.

"Over there, the breech block and the ammunition rack. Go take pictures of these two places. If the brightness is not enough, use a flashlight. Did you bring it? Use mine if you don't."

Wenke still didn't speak. He just lowered his head and took out the camera from the satchel in his arms. He began to take pictures and record them honestly according to Buckman's order. It was just that in such an environment, how high-definition photos could be taken. But it all depends on luck.

After recording the gunner's position, Buckman glanced at the front end of the chassis again, thinking about what he could gain by checking the driver's position so that he could record and collect some useful information.

But before Buckman could put his idea into practice, several other good brothers who were staying outside the car immediately called the police.

Dong dong dong——

"Bachman! Hey! Something's wrong. There's a plane in the sky, a Russian! It's a Russian plane, coming towards us! It's all over the sky. Come out quickly! Quick!"

Upon hearing this, Buckman no longer cared about continuing to record useful information. He quickly put down the things in his hands and stuck his head out of the car. At a glance, he immediately saw the black fighter plane in the sky. He was heading straight towards the village where the sound of artillery fire was still booming fiercely.

"That's not our direction! Buckman, that must be the Russian plane! We have to get out of here quickly!"

The planes were coming straight from the north, covering a large area of ​​darkness and being numerous in number.

Buckman clearly remembered that the direction of his air attack support was to the west. All frontline field airports and regular rear area airports were in the west direction. There was no reason to go around in a large circle and specifically launch air attacks from the north.

Buckman, who also realized something was wrong, quickly returned to the car to put away the pen and paper, and also asked Wenke, who had not had time to take many photos, to leave this ghost place.

By the time Buckman stuck his head out of the turret again, the fighter planes that were falling straight down in the sky were close enough to see their true appearance. The red star marks on the wings and vertical tails were bright red and shining under the sunlight, which was quite dazzling. The most terrifying scene in Bachmann's prediction really happened on the head of the SS in the village!

Ula——

U-la——

If the roar of the plane's engine is not so scary, it can barely be considered acceptable.

Then the waves of mountain roaring, tsunami charging and shouting that followed from the north sounded like the sounds coming from hell to Buckman.

"It's over, it's over! Come down quickly, Buckman! The Russian reinforcements are coming. If we don't leave, we will die here! Hurry up!"

Buckman, who hurriedly got out of the car amidst the gunner's urging shouts, was in a very embarrassed state. The enemy planes falling straight down from the sky were like ferocious birds of prey.

The IL-2 attack aircraft, known as a flying tank, directly uses the anti-armor cannons on its wings to press the trigger and fire wildly at ground targets.

The large-caliber aircraft cannon shells that hit the ground hit the ground and splashed large pieces of debris. Buckman, who felt that he was about to be hit by the shells, didn't even have a chance to breathe. He almost rolled and crawled all the way to the ground. He stumbled back to his Panther tank, looked up at the increasing number of enemy planes in the sky, and instantly felt a chill in his heart.

Whether he was willing to admit it or not, whether he was willing to face it or not, Buckman really felt that the failure of this wave of attack was a foregone conclusion.

The cigarette butts in the ashtray were already full, and Guderian, who had been smoking for a long time, did not interrupt. He just sat in his chair and listened to every detail of Buckman's words.

"I understand. After that, you were repelled by the Russians' counterattack. I heard that the Russians assembled two armies in one breath to attack you. Is that right?"

Buckman nodded. This matter was not a secret for people of Guderian's level.

"Hmm"

Guderian pinched his chin behind the desk as if he was thinking about something. He raised his head again and blurted out the words in a questioning tone.

"So, the mysterious heavy tank was taken back by the Russians?"

Buckman nodded again. For the foreseeable result, no smart person would think there was a second possibility.

"The tank only had broken tracks, the rest of the vehicle was intact, I even found a cigarette butt that was not completely extinguished in the cartridge case ashtray. There was no reason for them not to recycle the vehicle, the Russians never included a tank that could be repaired in the loss list."

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