Chapter 1651 Master Wei at the entrance of the village (middle)

"One, two, three, four, five, damn it! There are too many of them, Wittmann! This is at least an armored battalion's convoy. We have to call for reinforcements and let the big troops come over. We can't handle so many!"

There were a very large number of British convoys that were slowly crawling towards the village not far away at a marching speed on the road. Gunner Wegner, who was holding his main gun sight to observe the enemy's situation, saw at least one battalion of British soldiers. Various vehicles rumbled by.

We only have one King Tiger and a No. 2 reconnaissance tank that is of no use at all, while the various broken vehicles of the British guys on the opposite side add up to a "vast ocean". Expecting to win this kind of battle with such a disparity in strength is completely unreasonable. Wegener couldn't think of any reason why his side could win a battle of this level. There was no reason at all.

Wittmann's call for reinforcements was a matter of course, at least from a common sense perspective.

But if Wittmann was such a rule-abiding person who only played his cards according to common sense, his name would not be on the list of global armor aces in the 21st century.

It is true that times make heroes, but only those with courage can achieve legends in troubled times. People who follow the rules will not do anything earth-shattering even if they are born in troubled times. This has never been the case throughout the ages.

People go down in history for being deviant rather than sticking to the rules.

What Wittmann saw at this moment was not that the British convoy had an absolute numerical advantage, but that the great ambush opportunity in front of him would be fleeting if he hesitated. It could be said that he had passed this village. There is no such store.

In what situation is the opponent most suitable for an ambush?

Of course, they were in a state of marching that was unaware of danger and lacked vigilance.

Since the first time he stepped out of the turret, Wittmann had used the telescope in his hand to roughly observe the specific situation of this small village called Pokaki Village.

The village covers a large area, enough for a British regiment to be stationed and deployed in it, let alone a mere battalion in front of it.

How many British troops are there in the village? Wittmann, of course, did not know the exact figures.

But Wittmann knew clearly that if the British in the battalion in front of him were allowed to enter the village, it would not be so easy for him to annihilate them when the time comes. The British troops deploying defenses in the village can fully utilize their numerical advantage and rely on the favorable terrain to lay out defense lines one by one and block them layer by layer. If they want to drive these British guys out of the village, they will have to pay a higher price.

To fight or not to fight? Should we fight alone immediately or wait until the second company's main force arrives?

Wittmann did consider such a problem, but only for a brief moment.

The moment when the final decision was actually made was only in the blink of an eye. Wittmann, with a firm tone, gave the big order almost without hesitation.

"Load the armor-piercing rounds and start the engines! Get ready for battle!"

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"What are you talking about? Prepare to fight!? Are you crazy? Wittmann! The British guys opposite have a battalion. You want us to bring a reconnaissance tank to deal with an enemy battalion? This is simply suicide!"

Wegener, who felt really unbelievable about this order, shouted out loud for the first time, but what was waiting for him was only Wittmann's still firm and unwavering words.

"I gave an order, and now I need you to execute it. It's that simple. Can you do it?"

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Wegener, with his piercing eyes, could not read the slightest hint of joking on Wittmann's face. This almost crazy behavior seemed to leave him with the only option of executing the order.

"Tell me how to fight."

The answer that came about three seconds later did not disappoint Wittmann. Wegener still remembered the duty of a soldier and what he should do.

"Pinch off the head and eat the middle, take the lead first, then the tail. Get these British guys stuck on the road first! Then we'll pick them up one by one!"

"I understand, now take aim!"

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

Wittmann, who had already closed the turret hatch and returned to the car, held his breath and stared at everything on the road that was not too far away.

The report of the completion of loading of armor-piercing shells was already echoing in his ears, and the crisp sound of the breech closing had not completely dissipated. Wittmann, who had made up his mind, almost gave the order with a loud shout.

"Fire!"

boom--

The muzzle velocity of the Chang 88 main gun with an ultra-long barrel of 71 times the caliber is very astonishing. It is one of the first tank main guns in the world that can allow the muzzle velocity of a full-caliber shell to exceed the kilometer per second mark. This means that at a firefight distance of less than one kilometer, the time required from Wegener pulling the trigger to the cannon ejecting from the chamber and then tearing the target apart in the final fire and flames is only a short moment.

boom--

The sound of the main gun firing was preceded by the sound of the vehicle exploding.

Two loud noises that were almost indistinguishable were connected in an instant. A cloth machine gun carrier driving at the front of the convoy was hit instantly by the fierce bombardment of the Chang 88 main gun. It fell apart and disintegrated on the spot.

I don’t know if the British stuffed the unfortunate car with extra ammunition, fuel, or some other explosive.

It was nothing like the huge explosion that a small open-top armored vehicle could cause. It even blew up the engine of the unlucky cloth-wheeled machine gun truck high into the sky.

The twisted and deformed engine that was emitting black smoke and flashing fire was like a meteorite falling from the sky. Several British soldiers riding in the car were torn into pieces as soon as the explosion sounded, let alone You can hardly find a whole person, even a broken limb or arm at this time, so you have to go there with a shovel to "shovel people".

The British convoy, which had no idea what the sudden situation was about, was blocked by debris. The tanks and other vehicles following the cloth machine gun truck had to brake immediately and stop moving forward.

The British army, who was stunned by the shot, had no time and opportunity to react. The No. 007 King Tiger, which was loaded with one-piece custom-made 88mm shells, was loaded again.

"Loading complete!"

"Aim at the tail of the convoy and kill that tank!"

Wittmann, who was racing against time, knew that he didn't have a second to waste. The British army, which would soon come to their senses, would immediately try to expand their formation. Killing the tank at the end of the convoy was the key to preventing this from happening. .

boom--

The majestic steel body with a combat weight of nearly 70 tons roared and roared again, and the roaring muzzle blast rushed out from the chambers on both sides of the muzzle brake, so much so that even the low bushes used as camouflage in front of King Tiger were blown away. The devastated land was instantly covered with leaves falling.

Horrifying destruction followed only seven seconds later. The Cromwell tank at the end of the convoy was sent to the sky. This was just the beginning. A single-car massacre armored ambush battle that could be recorded in history began. The curtain opened.