Chapter 2361 M29

The war eagle in the sky flew overhead from a distance, and the white five-pointed stars on its wings were shining brightly in the sunlight.

The two milk bottles with round bellies did not forget to turn sideways and shake their wings as they flew overhead. The heavy wings carried unused aerial bombs and aerial rockets, even with the support of powerful engines. It still seems a little shaky and difficult, but at least it allows people to understand the meaning of this movement.

"It looks like the front is clear, and these damn fascist scum are just trying to sneak up and run, just like the Mississippi thieves."

The U.S. Army major standing on top of the huge turret raised his hand and gave a military salute to the fighter jets roaring past at low altitude above his head.

With these guys flying in the sky to escort and explore the way forward, this can save the ground troops a lot of trouble. Whether there is a German ambush in front of them will be clearly detected by them, and they have never missed it in the battle so far. The only bad thing is that these flying bastards sometimes like to drop bombs on their own heads, and more than once.

It is certainly a good thing that planes called for reinforcements are in the sky to help. Major Anderson is also very happy that these guys in the sky responded in a timely manner this time.

Unfortunately, these two milk bottles just stopped by to help. They were "hunters" who were cruising in the nearby airspace with bombs attached and looking for something to do. After receiving the news that help was needed here, I fluttered my wings and flew over to check the situation to see if I could grab some German stick heads on the ground and give myself a military medal or something, but it was obvious that this idea was destined to be If it is not realized, the journey is in vain.

That's not to say that these two milk bottles left in anger and gave up their job because they didn't get any benefits. It was just because they had been cruising with bombs hanging and wandering around searching for fighters for a while, and they didn't have the ability to stay any longer.

It's better to take advantage of the last moment when the oil has not completely bottomed out, and just find a slightly valuable target, even if it is a village where Germans may be entrenched, and throw bombs and rockets out, at least it will not be in vain. Isn’t it? After I go back, I can have a different explanation, so that I won't say, "I just threw the bombs and rockets into the wild." That would be embarrassing, wouldn't it?

"When will the next wave of air support arrive? It won't be just the two of them, right?"

The gunner, who was also half leaning out of the turret, asked, holding the relatively huge and bulky turret with both hands, the inconspicuous Laoganma roof machine gun like a small toothpick, and holding a half-burned gun in his mouth. Cigarettes look very leisurely and contented.

"It's not necessary for the moment. It's a waste of time to call these people from Puxi without any work, and they'll have to complain all over again when they get back. I don't want to write some bullshit report because of these people's carelessness. It's better to wipe it after shit. The feeling of having paper stuck in your butt is not much better.”

"What's more, we are here well prepared. This baby can definitely kick the butts of those fascists to pieces. We don't need those guys in the sky to attack."

Just now he was clamoring for air support to come over to help, but now that he discovered that the German gunman had escaped, Major Anderson was really confident.

The source of self-confidence is not just ignorance of hidden dangers, but also absolute confidence in the steel thing beneath him.

"When I led the team to receive those Pershings, the quartermaster told me: "Although this is our strongest tank at present, it is still not enough to deal with those German King Tigers. "What a bullshit New York Times joke."

"When I led the team to receive this baby, everything changed. This is the result I have always dreamed of, and this is the answer I really want to hear."

"Want to know why? M29 "Thomas" heavy tank, what a perfect name! Defense is like the Rock of Chickamauga, firepower is like the Sword of Nashville, which can split the wombs of those fascist bastards in half with one sword ! Aim the 105mm main gun at the butts of those Germans, and leave only a crater with a flick of your finger. No bullshit writer can describe it so beautifully. "

It can be seen with the naked eye that compared to the previous generation M26 "Pershing" which is not perfect but is still used by many US armored units, this latest experimental M29 "Thomas" heavy tank that has been put into battlefield testing is the deepest tank. Well-liked, at least to Major Anderson himself.

The fact is, of course, just as Major Anderson said. The 70-ton steel behemoth under him embodies the most advanced technology and industry in the United States of America. It is definitely a very terrifying war machine.

Strong and thick armor, high aperture ratio and high caliber firepower, and it is still acceptable for a heavy tank, at least better than what Major Anderson himself scornfully called "sticking a German diaper on an American girl's face" The "Ugly" Super Pershing has stronger mobility.

The final result of all this is a 105mm high-firing T5 tank gun. After the test, it was officially equipped by the US military as the latest active weapon named M29 "Thomas" heavy tank.

There is no doubt that this is the most powerful new main fully enclosed armored artillery combat vehicle of the current US military. It may sound a bit strange, smelly and long, but this is indeed how the US military itself gives it a professional military name.

There is so much useless nonsense literature that makes no sense. Major Anderson has never liked those bullshit word games.

He only needs to know that this 70-ton heavy armored tank is very brave. In terms of tonnage, protection, and firepower, it is even better than the King Tiger equipped by the Germans on the opposite side, and it is better than other German tanks. She was able to crush her mercilessly, which was enough, enough to make him smile with satisfaction and shout: "Your grandfather, I just like this girl."

Everything is wonderful, isn't it?

Driving such a steel-armored behemoth to conquer those fascists, what could be more bragging and beautiful than this?

Major Anderson was looking forward to this moment, using this powerful new weapon to kick the Germans' butts and teach them a lesson, just like he had been bragging to others ever since he received it.

"Pluck the Iron Cross medals from the corpses of those Germans, collect them, hang them in a row outside my tank for an exhibition, and those Fascist sons of bitches will become my trophies."

No matter whether this can be realized or not, it is certain that the armored column led by Major Anderson is close to the remains of the battlefield just now. The black smoke from the blazing burning debris on the ruins can be clearly seen even from two kilometers away, let alone precise observation with a telescope.

"Get ready, there may be remnants of Fasis wandering around! Get to your positions!"