Chapter 1654 The Sorrow of Fireflies (Part 2)

"Turn the turret! Adjust the course of the car body at the same time. Don't expose the big side of the turret to the British! The gunner and driver pay attention to your cooperation!"

Wittmann still does not know the penetration depth of the main gun of the British tank. For safety reasons, the fragile side and rear armor of the turret must not be completely exposed to the muzzle of the British gun. Even if they want to turn their guns and attack the British reinforcements who are leaving the village, they still cannot ignore the group of British people who were killed and left their last breath in front of them.

The gunner and driver received the commander's order and started operating at the same time. The huge and heavy King Tiger, just like her previous generation predecessor: the Tiger 1 heavy tank, is equipped with a dual-flow transmission system that supports in-situ steering.

One crawler track rotates forward and the other crawler track reverses. The turning speed of the car body is not slow at all and is completely out of proportion to the huge and heavy body of the King Tiger.

That is to say, the quick-response steering of the car body did not last long. The King Tiger, which just tilted the car body slightly, quickly stopped moving. What stopped at the same time as the car body turned was the turret that had pointed the black hole of the gun directly at the entrance of the village.

"Target, enemy tank! Kill it!"

boom--

What answered Wittmann was not Wegener's words, but the roaring flames of the nearly 70-ton heavy tiger body that suddenly shook again.

The 88mm full-caliber armor-piercing capped projectile that screams in the wind rushes straight towards the target with a muzzle velocity of kilometers per second, with incomparable accuracy.

The firepower and protection are seriously out of proportion, and the armor level is still a firefly compared to the Sherman used by the US military. How can it withstand this terrible Long 88 bombardment.

The armor was torn off from the side armor just above the first road wheel on the left side of the car, and violently blasted into the car body. The armor-piercing projectile, which was successfully fired by the armor-piercing delay fuse, instantly detonated in the center of the Firefly car body and spread into a ball at extremely high speed. The group symbolizes the flames of destruction.

The Firefly, which was the first to rush out of the village, ended up no better than those Cromwells. The fully charged 88mm projectile directly hit the ammunition rack on the vehicle body that was very close, and also detonated. The oil is also stored in the car body.

The slender firefly head of the gun barrel is just like its name, dragging dazzling flames and burning black smoke trails as it flies high and high, just like a flying firefly that shines dazzlingly in broad daylight.

The explosion of the huge ammunition was just the beginning. While Wittmann's King Tiger opened fire and roared, Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence, who saw the opportunity hitting his head and face, was not idle and immediately commanded the remaining weapons around him. Several Cromwells struck what they thought were fatal blows.

I can't penetrate the frontal armor of this monster tank like you, German. Now you are so stupid that you are so stupid as to expose the side armor to me. I don't believe that you, a monster, are invincible and can't even penetrate the side armor.

Sorry, I really can’t wear it!

Ding-ding——

crackling——

call out--

Wittmann expected this to happen. You can never treat your opponent as a fool at any time. Those British guys will definitely take advantage of him to turn the turret to attack the entrance of the village and try to attack the weak side armor to kill him. .

Although there is no absolute certainty, Wittmann, who has reached this point, can only order this gamble. The special reminder for the driver and gunner to pay attention to cooperation is the order.

Thanks to the appropriate rotation of the vehicle's course, the King Tiger's huge turret aimed towards the village entrance did not completely expose the side armor to the direction of Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence.

Instead, it stands on a small soil slope with the barrel pointing at an angle of about 40 degrees to the direction of Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence, and the angle between the direction of the car body and the direction of the vehicle body is also about 40 degrees.

The 80 mm physical thickness of the Henschel turret side armor with a protective inclination, plus the 40-degree angle to the enemy deliberately ordered by Wittmann. Adding the two together, the equivalent armor thickness of the inclined ballistic path facing Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence in a straight line has exceeded 130 mm.

Faced with this level of outrageous defense, if Cromwell could become a woman on the spot and speak human words, he would probably not be able to say anything else except "I can't do it".

Whether they hit the turret or the side armor of the car, all the shells were ruthlessly bounced away, or pointed straight towards the sky, or rushed straight down, and ricocheted into the soil.

The final result of Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence's attack, which he thought was a surefire success, was only to scratch the armor of Wittmann's car with a few streaks of camouflage paint, and incidentally also removed a spare track pad hung on the side of the turret for enhanced protection. Gave it to Yang.

Apart from this, no substantial damage was caused to this huge and terrifying steel behemoth.

"Damn! Bastard! Is this monster man-made!?"

The incompetent rage had no effect. Wittmann, who could not hear the terrible curses of Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence, still stayed at his position as commander and continued to do what he should do.

"The second British tank is out again! Fire and kill it!"

The road in Pokaki Village is much wider than the winding road outside the village, and it can accommodate two tanks running side by side without any problem.

The first Firefly that was overturned before we could figure out what was going on was just the beginning. The second Firefly that rushed out of the village after it had obviously noticed something and realized that the situation was not good. .

The second Firefly in Wittmann's eyes drove into view with the muzzle pointed directly in his direction. The commander of this Firefly bet correctly on the enemy's location.

Regardless of luck or strength, this is obviously worthy of praise.

Wittmann felt an indescribable vigilance and even nervousness about this broken-down vehicle with a barrel that was obviously much longer than that of an ordinary British tank and that looked like a Yankee's trash can.

This is definitely a dangerous tank! Maybe he really has the ability to penetrate himself!

Although it is unfounded and just an intuitive judgment made by a sixth sense, at this moment Wittmann is more willing to believe that his judgment is not wrong, and he must give priority to killing this British tank whose main gun is obviously more threatening!

Gunner Wegner quickly fine-tuned the direction machine and height machine in his hands, and aimed in both directions at the same time. Having just destroyed the first Firefly, he still needed a very short time to aim at the second target. At the same time, the second Firefly was not idle either, slowing down to stop and making final preparations before firing accurately.

Life and death only took a short moment. The one who sprayed out the muzzle fire first was King Tiger 007, who still had the absolute advantage in static versus dynamic action.