Chapter 2367 I emerged from the shadows
The helpless gunner really failed to see what Major Anderson, who has a better field of view, just saw. Under the premise that it is not an optical channel, what your commander can see with a wide-angle telescope does not mean that the gunner can also use a narrow-angle gun scope. You can see it.
The reaction speed of King Tiger's ambush and retreat on the opposite side was really too fast, fast enough to be said to be done in one go. The final result was that a large number of US tanks, including Major Anderson's command vehicle, could only Aim at the smoke in a rough two o'clock direction and do blind concentrated fire shooting and collective drawing.
Boom boom boom——
Boom——
Under the "stars cheering" the Sherman cannons firing one after another, the M29 "Thomas" heavy tank's 105mm thick-tube cannon, which was more than one level more powerful, finally began its first roar.
All kinds of armor-piercing bullets of different calibers were rushing towards the smoke that had long lost track of their targets.
The number of whizzing armor-piercing projectiles was so large that even though Wittmann had commanded the car to start to reverse diagonally and was not directly hit, he could still hear the armor-piercing projectiles whizzing almost against the turret. The passing wind shrieked, shrill and terrifying.
Whoosh——
call out--
Huh-huh-
"Damn! What are those Americans shooting at? Are they shooting at random?! Are they aiming at this!?"
Gunner Wegner, who could also hear the terrifying roars one after another, was frightened. The dull sound came from under the thick gas mask and echoed in the car that was already filled with a considerable amount of smoke. In response, But Wittmann, who was also wearing a heavy gas mask behind him, spoke without thinking.
"Don't worry, those Americans don't know our specific location! Let them continue to fight!"
"Driver, move forward at two o'clock! Move to the edge of the woods, move forward to the attack position and prepare to reverse as before. The gunner is ready to shoot! Reload the silver bullet!"
Perhaps there is no more courageous and wild commander than Wittmann, at least those who are still in the German field troops and fighting on the front line, whether they are in the SS or the Wehrmacht. There are no such "crazy" captains anymore.
Rewinding the time to two minutes ago, when he was directing the car and was about to rush out of the sea of fire, Wittmann, who was choked to tears by the smoke filling the car, coughed repeatedly and could not abandon the car, had no choice but to pull out from behind him. I rummaged through the turret storage box and found the gas mask I had asked for from that bastard Heisenberg.
There were not many, exactly six sets. The six round gas mask packaging barrels contained six gas masks issued by the infantry.
Wittmann, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, left one set for himself and quickly distributed all the remaining five sets to his brothers. He had to wear them all as soon as possible to get through this situation first, so as not to end up in this situation. The car could still drive and move, but all the people were covered in the car and turned into bacon.
The driver, who was so focused on driving that his eyes couldn't help but shed tears, didn't even have the time to put on a gas mask himself. Herschel, an idle mechanical and electrical engineer sitting next to him, hurriedly helped him put it on his head.
But at the moment when the gas mask was put on his head, Wittmann's breathing suddenly became much better, and suddenly an idea flashed through him.
The Yankees want to use this forest fire to burn themselves alive in the woods and turn them into grilled suckling pigs. So why can't they do the opposite and take advantage of this forest fire and use the camouflage and smoke of the smoke? Protection against those Yankees?
People go down in history as being deviant rather than sticking to the rules.
The daring Wittmann knew that there was an absolute disparity in strength, and his opponent had fully reacted. In a battlefield situation where he had lost the opportunity to ambush and sneak attack, it was simply unrealistic to rely on conventional means to win.
The more unexpected and unprepared tactics are used, the more hope of victory. Wittmann has always believed in his intuition and battlefield judgment, and it was the same this time.
"Change to the left, we're not leaving! Stay in this smoke and strike out from the shadows! Kill these Yankees!"
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Although they were confused and even shocked at the moment they heard this order, just like any time in the past, Wittmann's brothers unconditionally trusted their commander. On the battlefield, the commander's order is paramount and must be resolutely implemented. Even if it seems like we are heading for the abyss, we must work together and go together.
This is the most basic condition for being called an "ace team", and it is also the absolute prerequisite for galloping in the battlefield.
When Wittmann commanded his lame No. 007 King Tiger, he appeared at the edge of the smoke with the camouflage grass that was blackened by smoke and even a little bit lit by white phosphorus sputtering, and slowly entered the fighting position. Park the car, look for high-value targets through the hazy and low-visibility smoke edge vision, barely aim, and prepare to shoot.
The group of U.S. tanks on the opposite side, which had not had time to cease fire, were still fighting happily and firing, completely unaware that the fatal danger was emerging from the shadows.
With a sinister smile on his face, Wittmann was grateful for his intuition and prompt decision-making. All of this was worth doing and proved to be effective. The order to speak decisively came out immediately.
"Fire."
boom--
call out--
crackling——
Major Anderson was so angry that he still hadn't fully reacted or accepted it. The King Tiger that suddenly appeared on the opposite side actually penetrated the M29 "Thomas" heavy tank with just one blow. The proud front mantlet armor of the turret.
That's a fucking 203mm physical thickness of gun mantlet armor! Including the equivalent bonus brought by the incorrect incident angle, it starts at least 230 mm, and is equivalent armor protection at a distance of at least 500 meters.
How could the Germans penetrate the frontal armor of the M29 turret that was not completely vertically incident at a distance of 500 meters? ?
Isn’t this fucking reasonable! ? Can this still be justified? ?
So what happened to the Kraut's King Tiger? Super Aryan Tiger King? Shampoo’s “Excellent Special Tank”?
An incoming projectile penetrated the front armor of the turret, detonated the charge directly inside the M29's huge head turret, and exploded on the spot.
Fortunately, the huge head of the M29 has an unusually ample internal space in the turret. It is this huge internal space in the turret that fully dilutes the blasting effects of the German armor-piercing projectiles. It did not cause a fire, nor did the ammunition explode. It just blew up the breech bolt and the crew members in the turret on the spot, making their faces full of peach blossoms and making them miserable.
"Take Peterson and the other wounded and abandon the vehicle immediately! No. 112, I repeat! Abandon the vehicle immediately and withdraw from the battle!"
"Copy that, we're abandoning the car! Peterson is seriously injured. Damn it, God."
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The radio channel was full of painful gasps and desperate echoes. The gunner who heard the sound while the main gun was being reloaded could not help but speak quietly again.
"Now we are the only ones left, we are the last Thomas"
With only anger burning in his eyes, Major Anderson gritted his teeth and blurted out his answer instantly without any hesitation.
"I'm going to take out the German guy's intestines to lubricate the tracks! You son of a bitch! Keep fighting, and we must destroy that King Tiger!"
More updates, and the climax cannot be interrupted, brothers, please wait!
