Chapter 2370 There will always be a girl’s singing echoing on the pretty shore.

As a grassroots commander and an ace armored soldier, Major Klose's record is far less famous than Wittmann's, ranking first on the list, and he is not even in the top ten of the list. He is still far behind. But there are at least some common topics between him and Wittmann, such as now.

"It seems that you are driving the latest model 105 King Tiger? I heard that this thing is very powerful. It is also equipped with a new armor-piercing bullet developed in secret. It can open cans for Americans and British people."

"Many people are circulating that this thing is enough to suppress the Russian IS6 and let us turn defeat into victory. I see that the battlefield is also full of Yankee tank wreckage and corpses. Is this all made by one of your vehicles? It looks really good. It’s very strong, I mean the tanks and the people are very strong.”

As a "trial VIP customer" of the first batch of early mass-produced 105 King Tigers, Wittmann could only respond with a wry smile and slowly shake his head after hearing Klose's words, and continued walking with Klose. He spoke while walking on the remains of the battlefield.

"Is it powerful? To be fair, it is indeed very powerful. This is the most powerful German tank I have ever used since I joined the army. This is indeed true."

"The protection is almost impeccable, and the maneuverability has been greatly improved. The new engine has enhanced horsepower, a new transmission system, the load on the entire power system has been greatly reduced, and the average trouble-free hours have also been improved. It is even more impressive. What I’m happy about is that this semi-automatic loading 105mm main gun has high penetration, high initial velocity, high aftereffects, high precision and fast loading. It has advantages all over.”

“But it’s actually not enough.”

Accompanying the words was a lament that was not too short. Before the confused Klose could ask questions, Wittmann took the initiative to continue.

"Before, I was curious about how the quartermaster came to the conclusion that "the new bomb can't actually penetrate the Russian IS6". Did they go to the Eastern Front for battlefield testing in advance?"

"Now I know, I guess it was tested using the cars you have in hand. This can indeed be a very definite conclusion, and it is real enough."

"But those Russians can use large-caliber grenades to kill us alive. The grenade charge fired by the 122mm main gun is irregular. They did this on IS2 before, and they are even more unscrupulous on IS6, because It’s very difficult or impossible for us to hurt them.”

"Unless you are lucky enough to send an armor-piercing projectile along the position of the gun mirror, the probability of hitting that small weak area in actual combat is simply lower than Stalin's sudden death from a cerebral hemorrhage tomorrow. The Russians can swagger close to improve the situation. The grenade hit with accuracy, fired at close range, and then used the charge they were proud of to kill us, but we couldn't do anything, and it was useless, just because the caliber was too small. "

"The new "silver bullet" has a higher penetration depth, but what's the use of it? The increased penetration still can't penetrate the IS6's main protective zone. What's the difference between this and no improvement? The answer is there is no difference. It just made it easier for us to deal with the Yankee tanks on the Western Front."

"As you can see, the new "silver bullet" is indeed better able to deal with the Yankee's super-big-head tank. It can penetrate the gun mantlet at medium and long range combat distances and kill the big-headed monster head-on. But this kind of comfortable combat is only It’s limited to the Western Front. I can even think of the situation on the Eastern Front. Even if the new 105 King Tigers are completely refitted, they still won’t have much effect.”

Major Klose, who also came from the Eastern Front battlefield, nodded. He could understand the situation Wittmann said, especially after personally trying out how unreasonable the Russian's 122 grenade was. It was even more impressive.

"Then since you are so pessimistic, I am really worried about you after arriving on the Eastern Front battlefield."

Wittmann didn't even realize the huge amount of information in these words for a moment, and just subconsciously continued to speak along with these words.

"Pessimistic? Actually, I am not pessimistic at all. Life and death are just one life. I have already realized it since I put on these clothes. I will die on the battlefield."

In the middle of his words, Wittmann suddenly stopped and his words stopped abruptly.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Major Klose beside him, only to find that the old man had a mysterious smile on his face and was silent. Wittmann, who couldn't believe that his ears heard him right, couldn't help asking questions.

"Wait, did you just say return to the Eastern Front? Did I hear you correctly?"

Major Klose, who had a mysterious smile on his face, just nodded. When he was about to speak, he took out a piece of order from the document bag hanging on his waist and handed it to Wittmann.

"Actually, I'm here to convey an order to you. I'm just saving you because I want to ensure that the order can be carried out. I also have my own mission to complete."

"It's very unfortunate news that the 502nd Battalion was just wiped out by the Russians on the Eastern Front. You don't need to ask who did it. Let me tell you, the notorious "Iron Butcher" Malashenko and his men Stalin's Guards, that's what everyone calls him and his minions, isn't it?"

“After losing the 502nd Battalion, there is now a huge shortage of armored strength, especially heavy armored strength, on the Eastern Front. We don’t even have a qualified battlefield firefighting team to plug the gap opened by the Russians. No matter what, This is absolutely not possible. We need a new force to take the place left by the 502nd Battalion, so"

"So the people above selected the 101st Heavy Armor Battalion, am I right?"

Major Klose, who was hit by Wittmann's words, nodded and then continued to speak.

"Actually, I shouldn't have conveyed this order. You are the SS and I am the Wehrmacht. Now we both dislike each other. This has nothing to do with you and me, it is just a fact."

"But I heard that you went out alone, almost crazy to challenge so many Americans. If you want to convey the order to you, you must have a strong force to execute it. After choosing, there is no one more suitable than us, so it is now so."

"I think we can get along well? I should say it's a good thing, otherwise it would be very troublesome to convey orders."

"Say whatever you want. My mission is complete now. Just do as the order says."

"You don't need to take away the equipment. Someone will take over it if you stay on the Western Front and continue fighting. When you get to the front line, there will be a batch of new vehicles waiting to be handed over to you, and your official promotion order will also be waiting for you there, so actually now you I'm both a major and battalion commander, so we're on the same level, so of course you don't call us this in the SS, it means the same thing."

"If there's no problem, I think that's all. Do you have anything else to ask? I have to leave in a moment, and there's a lot of things waiting for me to wipe my ass."

Compared with the traditional image of most serious and stereotyped Germans, Major Klose is a lot more funny, and his way of speaking is quite comfortable, but this is still not enough to offset the seriousness in Wittmann's eyes and words.

"Since I am going to the Eastern Front to block the fire and put out the fire, I think I will bump into that Malashenko. I guess even if I say I can beat him, you probably won't believe it."

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Major Klose, who just laughed without comment, did not make any answer, but solemnly patted Wittmann on the shoulder to express encouragement and wish him good luck.

After a brief acquaintance, the two parted ways and began to go their separate ways.

The train to the east line didn't go very fast, it could even be called very slow. It was so slow that people felt drowsy due to this hard-to-pass and uncomfortable garbage time. Only Wei, who was sitting on the hard seat and leaning at the table, Terman is leaving the last words in his diary, or battlefield essay, which he has not opened for many days.

"I don't know what's waiting for me ahead, but I think I should be sure that I will fight to the end, until the moment the battle ends, no matter how."

"No matter how it happens, dear, the leader will definitely engrave the greatest and most glorious moment of victory in the history books of all mankind. What is about to greet my comrades and me will be an unprecedented and huge victory. I am full of expectations for this and firmly believe that we will be able to achieve it. I am full of confidence in this. Let the crane spread the song of victory to every corner of the world. Let us sing a song of victory together. The moment of celebrating victory is coming. arrival!"

Closing the pen cap, putting down the pen in his hand, Malashenko wrote a piece of paper full of words to express his love and longing, and ended in this way. He blew the letter paper gently, confirmed that the notes were dry, and then sealed the letter paper. I have received the envelope and put it aside for now to be mailed.

The two men who slowly raised their heads and looked out the window were not only calm and determined, but also had an uncontrollable desire and deep longing for victory.

"I will definitely go back safely, Natalia. The girl's singing will always echo on the beautiful shore forever."