Chapter 1642 It’s a British guy’s plane!

For what reason did Kruger say those words to himself?

He led someone to save their lives. He feels he owes something, so he should just repay it to himself this time? Or is it that you simply don’t want to get involved in this matter, and want to protect yourself by being a person who has nothing to do with you?

There are so many possibilities, and Enschel himself can’t say why. But it was true that only he and himself knew about this matter from beginning to end. He, Kruger, even hid aside and waited for Wittmann to leave and when he left Hank, he stopped him specifically to say this. thing, the meaning of this is naturally obvious.

"It's better not to tell Wittmann yet, that's all."

The matter of allowing the Yankees to fly on a local plane was over, but the emergency evacuation operation at sunset had just begun.

There was still some time before the sun really set. In order to rush for time and prevent the Allied forces from suddenly coming over, Enschel issued an order to set off immediately and not stay any longer.

The 101st Heavy Armored Battalion is the first batch of independent heavy armored battalions established by the SS. Compared with the independent heavy armored battalions starting with the number 5 in the Wehrmacht, they are not inferior in terms of personnel quality or equipment level. Even more so.

In terms of personnel composition, the vehicle crews of the 101st Heavy Armored Battalion are basically directly drawn from the elite armored divisions of the Waffen SS. For example, Wittmann previously served in the Guards Division, and Enschel himself served in the Reich Division.

As an aside, a very interesting thing is that Enschel and Wittmann met for the first time in Prokhorovka on the southern line of Kursk. The two brothers still know each other quite fondly about that first meeting. The memory is still fresh.

That battle should have been a glorious battle worth remembering. Except for the absence of the Viking division among the four aces of the Waffen-SS, the three ace armored divisions of the SS, the Reich, and the Skeleton all participated in the battle! Moreover, they were all deployed in the same war zone, received coordinated combat missions, and had a common mission goal: to kill the notorious Stalin Guards Division and eat it completely.

But the result was that the three top ace armored divisions of the Waffen-SS army all lost their troops, their vitality was severely damaged, and they lost miserably.

On the retreat that was almost swarmed by Russian planes, Wittmann, who had lost his way, accidentally bumped into Enschel of the Imperial Division with his only two remaining tanks. , the two got to know each other. At that time, Enschel also gave Wittmann the last few boxes of spare oil that he had reserved as a trump card, so that Wittmann would not abandon his vehicle and retreat to the defense line as infantry.

What happened next was that neither of them expected that they would become partners in the newly formed 101st Heavy Armored Battalion as first and second-in-commands. Sometimes you have to lament that fate is so magical.

From this moment on, Enschel and Wittmann began to think that one day they would have the opportunity to restore the scene of the previous disastrous defeat in Prokhorovka and find the "Steel Butcher" again. "Malashenko has to go through the motions. Men are all about revenge, right?" If someone is slapped in the face, then you have to hit him back with your own hands to get revenge.

However, he never had the opportunity to return to the Eastern Front. He had been waiting on the Western Front battlefield of the Atlantic Defense Line for a long time until the Allied forces landed.

Today's 101st Heavy Armored Battalion is still strong after the last round of replenishment before the war. It is fully equipped with 45 King Tiger tanks, 40 of which are late-model Henschel turrets and 5 early-model Porsches. turret.

The protection is relatively poor, the thickness of the front turret armor is only 100 mm, and there is a bomb-housing area. The Porsche King Tiger turret has never been very popular, at least neither Wittmann nor Enschel liked it. This thing.

Especially when we clearly know that the Russian's 122mm cannon can penetrate the Tiger's 100mm armor no more difficult than kicking through plywood, it is really hard to like such a hip-stretching turret frontal protection.

In line with the principle that the elite SS troops that the Führer often asked about had to give priority to the best equipment, some people who were well-versed in flattering the Führer sent the latest Henschel turret King Tiger to the 101st Battalion as a priority Come and deliver it for use.

For Enschel and Wittmann, the spontaneous combustion incident was a good thing and there was no doubt about it.

But at this moment, Enschel leaned his upper body out of the turret of his car, and when he looked back at the almost invisible long steel dragon behind him, the extreme worry in his heart was almost like a dark cloud before a storm. Don't go.

"I hope the Allied pilots are lazy and get off work early before dark."

Enschel couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if the marching troops in this state were attacked by Allied air attacks. The crackling explosions would probably be full of burning steel debris all over the ground. With nowhere to go, no other friendly forces in sight, and no cover from our own air force, the probability of escaping from the Allied air attack was really low. All we could do was wait for these flies to blow up and leave on their own.

But many times the world is so wonderful. The more you are afraid of something, the more it will come. Moreover, as soon as you say it, it will come to you in reality extremely fast. It is almost like an evil thing.

"Enschel, something is wrong. There are a few small black dots on the horizon at one o'clock. They are coming towards us. It's a plane!"

The familiar voice of Wittmann that came to his ears turned into a roar at the end. Ensher, who was also half exposed outside the turret and could see the situation in the distant horizon, responded quickly and immediately pressed the call button on his throat.

"Everyone stop! Anti-aircraft concealment! Anti-aircraft tanks are ready!!!"

Ensher did not forget the newly equipped Kolian anti-aircraft tanks under his command. Although these things have not been used once and it is unknown how efficient they are against aircraft, Ensher, who holds the mentality of having better than nothing and the worst is to treat a dead horse as a living horse, still ordered the Kolians to be ready at the first time.

Ensher still cannot determine whether the planes flying from the one o'clock position in the direction of his retreat are his own or those of the Allies. It is possible that his own planes saw the marching column on the ground and came to see the situation, or it is possible that those damn Allied flies are planning to come over to have a bite and brush up some performance before leaving get off work.

Both situations are possible, so Ensher must not take it lightly now. Even if he hopes the former situation will happen, he still cannot deny the latter.

Ensher, holding the microphone button on his throat, watched the planes approaching quickly, and his other hand kept holding the telescope.

When the planes finally approached the distance where the telescope could see the details clearly, Ensher, facing the afterglow of the sunset, finally saw the terrifying marks printed on the planes.

"Damn! It's the British planes!"