Chapter 1630 Steamed Bun Feast (Part 2)

The majestic and huge steel body is like a hill slowly moving forward on the ground. The powerful main gun barrel stands straight at the front of the turret like a sharp sword. It is ferocious and terrifying, slow but extremely powerful. The forward speed can almost make people feel the approaching terror.

Even though he was just watching from a distance, observing in the telescope, and not standing next to these monsters, Major Jackson still felt that he was almost out of breath and had difficulty breathing.

What kind of monsters did those Germans use against themselves? ?

Could a human being make this thing?

Gan! Compared with the previous one, our Sherman looks like a son-of-a-bitch baby rocker!

"Sir, the German tanks are approaching! What should we do!?"

what to do?

Major Jackson, who was distracted for a moment, was suddenly startled, and then suddenly realized that the broken cars of the German guys on the opposite side were here to kill him! They were now less than a kilometer away, and were still slowly approaching, looking for a better firing position.

The few rounds of artillery shells just now were just an appetizer at the extreme effective range. If these German steel monsters were to ride on their faces, Major Jackson felt that he might have to account for his more than 160 kilograms here today.

"Turn the muzzle! Let our tanks turn the muzzle and kill the Germans! They are keeping moving, we have the upper hand, fire quickly and kill them!"

Major Jackson is not a professional armor soldier, but as a graduate of the Infantry Department of West Point Military Academy, he still understands the most basic principle of tank warfare: a stopped tank will always have the advantage of firing first against a moving tank.

This is part of the infantry-tank cooperative command course in school. Every infantry commander who graduates from West Point is required to graduate from this course and must not be discounted.

Fortunately, Major Jackson's grades in the infantry-tank coordination course were pretty good, and he had not forgotten all the knowledge he had learned in school.

After receiving the order, the Sherman tanks responded quickly. While shaking their fat bodies, they also rotated the turret and accelerated the muzzle pointing. An ordinary rookie crew might not be able to do this. At least it must be a basic tacit understanding of the crew that has undergone systematic armor training. This shows that the combat quality of these first batch of US armored troops washed ashore is quite good.

The reaction speed of the Sherman tank, which has balanced overall performance, is really not slow. Before the German steel monsters on the opposite side opened fire again, it had already adjusted its attitude. The 75mm full-caliber fixed-caliber weapon was pulled out from the wet ammunition rack on the chassis of the tank. The armor-piercing bullet has been pushed into the chamber.

"AP (armor-piercing projectile), loading completed!"

"Get on the road!"

boom--

In Wittmann's eyes, the short-barreled 75mm main gun, which looked more like a pig's nose, roared and fired, and the shells that escaped from the barrel went straight towards the target with the same shrill scream through the air. The nervous American gunners and vehicle commanders who were participating in the war for the first time stared closely at their sights, expecting those German monsters to be blown to pieces on the spot after a burst of fire.

However, there are always some unsatisfactory situations that occur in real development. The difference is that in some cases, extremely unsatisfactory bad things happen that may kill you.

Ding-ding——

crackling——

call out--

There was a burst of tinkling sparks, accompanied by the harsh sound of distortion and deformation in the metal impact. Wittmann, who was sitting in the turret without even shaking his body, had a sinister smile. The words that blurted out in an instant fully reflected his truest feelings at the moment. thoughts and mood.

"This bunch of Allied trash can't even reach the soles of the Russians' feet!"

"Stop! Target enemy tank, each crew fires at will!"

The heavy steel body of nearly 70 tons withstood the fierce bombardment of the enemy's armor-piercing bullets, and braked to a stop without being affected at all.

The main gun barrel, which looks like a fishing rod, quickly points to the target driven by the electric turret steering gear. Finally, the fine-tuned main gun elevation machine corrects the remaining slight error. The steel junk from the Allied forces had been firmly placed on the scale line of the gun scope, and the skeletal-cold SS gunners immediately pulled the trigger that symbolized death.

Boom boom boom boom——

Not a single shell missed the target. Counting Wittmann's own vehicle, a total of 13 King Tiger heavy tanks all accurately hit the target at a distance of 700 meters. It took 13 rounds of 88mm full-caliber hooded armor-piercing bullets to send 8 Xie Mantou vehicles to the sky again.

In an emergency combat situation where targets were not allocated in advance, two or even three armor-piercing rounds hit the same steamed bun vehicle. While the result is the same, it's a bit of a waste of firepower.

Otherwise, Wittmann was confident that this salvo could take away at least 10 or even more enemy tanks.

Because the armor of those Allied junk iron cans was as vulnerable as paper.

That is, at the last second before the Tiger Kings roared and opened fire, Xie Mantou, who had an advantage due to the reloading speed of the main gun, actually fired another salvo.

However, this static-to-static round of armor-piercing bullets that hit the face was no different from the static-to-moving salvo just now.

The armor-piercing projectiles stuck on King Tiger's body and face were ruthlessly bounced away again. The Xie Mantou men, who were fighting for their lives, could not even semi-penetrate the shells and let the projectiles get stuck in King Tiger's armor plate.

Either it scraped off a piece of the Tiger King's paint and then bounced off on the spot, or it smashed into the Tiger King's solid armor plate and was smashed into pieces. In the end, only a shallow dent was left as a reminder of the past. evidence.

The U.S. armored soldiers, who had not yet had time to feel the despair and shock, no longer had any chance to struggle.

Death on the spot amid the flames and huge explosion of ammunition and fuel was the only fate for these US armored soldiers who had encountered their opponents for the first time and were originally confident.

The Germans on the opposite side only opened fire in two waves, but the Shermans on our side already had 7 and then 8. A total of 15 vehicles were sent to the sky, and all the people in the vehicles were flown into the air. No one was spared.

Such horrific battle losses in less than two minutes almost scared Major Jackson to the point of peeing out. He had never even dreamed of such a terrifying scene, and he had never heard any description of how fierce the Germans were from his father, a lieutenant general who had fought in the First World War.

To be honest, Major Jackson felt that this was a bit of a deception. It was his father who deceived his son, not himself.

But, now is not the time to complain about this.

Having realized that his own tanks could not deal with those German monsters at all, Major Jackson, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, suddenly remembered that he just said that a group of aircraft carrier-based aircraft were on standby and could rush over to support him? Now is the damn time!

"Quick! Contact the Navy and tell them we need air support! We also need naval guns. I want them all!"

Although the words were shouted, there were serious problems in the implementation of the order. The completely unexpected situation made Major Jackson's face turn into dust on the spot.