Chapter 1625 Rushing to the battlefield

Whether an event is considered "lucky" or not is often not determined by the quality of the event itself. It depends on what the person experiencing it thinks.

If the person concerned feels unhappy, you just bought a lottery ticket and won five million, but it is all in vain. Maybe he is just an office worker who wants to live a peaceful life. Five million means nothing to him, so how should he live his life? So how did it go?

Being sent to the battlefield to fight would probably not be a good thing for most people in the world.

After all, it is better to live a peaceful life, even if it means just muddling along for a day, than to immediately go to the battlefield with your head tucked into your belt and risk your life. This is true for most people, even staying alive is better than dying.

But for Wittmann now, the news of being sent to the battlefield made him very happy and even a little excited.

First, Wittmann knew clearly that facing the Allies, he had to fight whether he wanted to or not. He would fight early and late. Fighting early could still make some gains. The Allies had just landed and gained a foothold. The advantage that is not yet stable will make fighting a little easier and more comfortable. If that's the case, it's better to set off as soon as possible. Wittmann doesn't want to waste time waiting and dilly-dallying.

Secondly, Wittmann had a sincere curiosity and a strong desire to challenge those enemies he had not yet fought against and the allies he had never met on the battlefield before.

In a sense, this is like the swordsman masters who traveled around the world in ancient times, always demanding that there be an opponent who can fight with all their strength and have equal strength to stand up and take two moves.

Does such an opponent exist?

Of course, and Wittmann had already encountered him on the battlefield, more than once.

The intelligence so far is enough to confirm that the previous horrific battles that were like nightmares on the Russian battlefield and almost cost Wittmann his life were against the Soviet opponent with the "evil reputation". "Yuanyang" Stalin Guards: Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division.

Compared with the notorious name of this Soviet ace armored unit, what Wittmann cared about more was the name of the legendary commander of this unit: Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko.

He is definitely a master driver who can compete with him, it will definitely be like this!

Among those widely circulated rumors that are not known to be true or false, there are some propaganda deeds and slogans from the Soviet army, even claiming that Comrade Malashenko, the winner of two Hero of the Soviet Union awards and Comrade Stalin’s most courageous tank warrior, Commanding his own vehicle on the battlefield, he has defeated more than 150 German tanks and is currently the number one ace vehicle crew of the Red Army.

Wittmann knew that those Russian idiots had a habit of bragging, and usually they would go too far.

For example, the annihilation of 50,000 German troops could be described by Mao Zi as a super victory in which 100,000 enemies were annihilated and 200,000 prisoners were captured. Although sometimes this has something to do with his side's "falsifying accounts" in public casualty figures, and Wittmann knew this very well, those Russians still exaggerated more or less.

If we calculate according to the figures in the Russian war report, the German army no longer needs to maintain a state of confrontation on the Eastern Front. The Russians have long since kicked them into their homeland and started fighting East Prussia and even the defense of Berlin.

According to Wittmann, Malashenko's actual record should be around 100 tanks, which may be more or less, but it will not be too different. This number is similar to his current record of 98 Soviet tanks. Wittmann, who has a comparison mentality, always wants to beat his opponents on this number issue.

Not only his comrade-in-arms competitors, the Wehrmacht or the armored commanders who are also members of the SS, Wittmann also wants to be higher than Malashenko in terms of record numbers. Only in this way can he taste it. The satisfaction of victory.

Now, whether we can improve our performance in the next battle depends entirely on how well the allied dogs on the opposite side perform.

Wittmann, who was fighting against the Allies for the first time, did not know what equipment he was about to face, what his combat quality was, and what his overall level was. I just heard that Marshal Rommel's troops were in Africa before and were beaten by the Allied forces to the point of losing their troops and losing miserably. Even the 501st Heavy Armored Battalion, which was first formed and assigned to the African Army, became a lame man trapped deep in the desert. Tiger, the end is miserable.

Unlike those Russians on the Eastern Front, I heard that these Allied forces make good use of and rely heavily on air support. Armored units that can be dealt with by aircraft will never send tanks to fight hard.

"Watch out for Allied planes!"

This was the advice Guderian gave him personally when he came to inspect the Atlantic Defense Line earlier this year. He went down to the grassroots front-line troops and met with Wittmann.

In addition, the signal for the start of the Allied offensive earlier today was brought by the plane painted with the weird target paint of the British. The combination of the two made Wittmann feel unspeakably uneasy. .

"I hope these Allied planes will not be our catastrophe, and I also hope that those Corlians can really be put to some use."

Thinking of this, Wittmann, who had received new equipment such as an anti-aircraft tank for the first time, couldn't help but turn around and glanced at the rear center of the marching column in the posture of lying outside the advancing King Tiger turret with his upper body exposed. Position, the Corian anti-aircraft tank following the King Tigers.

I have to say that, at least in appearance, these anti-aircraft tanks with panther-like bodies and double-barreled heads still give people a sense of great security.

Wittmann was not a soaring pilot, but in his impression, weren't ordinary airplanes just big iron birds carrying machine guns or cannons? At best, if you throw bombs, the Russian-like Il-2 can still throw down a few rockets.

If the anti-aircraft firepower is tight enough, it should be possible not to mention shooting down those buzzing flies all over the sky, expelling them from the airspace overhead and ensuring the smooth progress of ground operations.

Wittmann just comforted himself in this way and prayed that his judgment would not be wrong.

"Wittmann, communication check, can you hear me? Over."

Wittmann, who was constantly thinking about various things in his head, suddenly heard the familiar voice in his earphones. He was stunned subconsciously, then raised his hand to press the button of the throat microphone and opened his mouth to respond.

"I can hear it, the signal is very clear, I can hear it very clearly, wait a minute, I saw something Enschel, there is a group of people coming towards us, just on the road ahead!"