Chapter 62 Move forward! Assault gun! (Down)

Holding the telescope in his hand like a predator looking for prey, he kept scanning the silent Soviet village in front of him, which had been shattered by German artillery bombs.

The reason why young Heizenauer was able to become a lieutenant while other peers were still struggling in the soldier class was not only related to his father who was a major general in the German General Staff, but also because of his previous experience. The outstanding combat skills and superb command art displayed in a series of battles are also one of the most important reasons.

Feeling the bumps and shakes of the No. 3 J-type tank vehicle underneath him, which was still moving forward at a constant speed in second gear, due to driving on the off-road road, he did not find anything suspicious in the field of vision of the telescope in his hand. With a valuable target, Lieutenant Heizenauer, who was wearing a dark black SS uniform and was shrouded in the golden light of the rising sun, immediately pressed the communication button on his throat.

"Maintain the search formation and continue to move forward. Cars No. 23 and 24 move forward, ready to deal with possible Soviet infantry at any time."

The No. 23 and No. 24 vehicles Heizenauer mentioned were two German Panzer II tanks belonging to his battle group.

This small tank, equipped with a KWK30 55 times caliber 20mm rapid-fire machine gun and a 92mm MG34 machine gun, with a total combat weight of only 2 tons, is now outdated, even with Soviet armor. The BT series fast tanks and T26 light tanks, which are the most numerous in the army and can be called miscellaneous soldiers, cannot be effectively dealt with.

But there is no doubt that the 20mm machine gun and 92mm machine gun, which scratch the armor of the tank, are magic weapons that can effectively kill low-protection targets and soft targets.

Among the German armored forces, the No. 2 tank is more often responsible for anti-infantry support tasks. Not only can it easily penetrate the artillery shield of any Soviet anti-tank gun team with its rapid-fire machine gun, thereby killing those hiding in it. The Soviet artillery crew behind.

The lighter combat weight of only 2 tons and the auxiliary combination of a 92mm MG34 machine gun allow this little guy to move like a rabbit to efficiently kill unprotected soft target infantry while being immune to basic infantry light weapons attacks.

Before the enemy tank force was discovered, using the No. 2 tank to deal with any Soviet ambush infantry that might suddenly appear was the first combat deployment order made by Lieutenant Heizenauer.

After receiving the order from the commander of the battle group, Lieutenant Heizenauer, they immediately roared their engines and accelerated forward. The two petite No. 2 tanks immediately drove to a position close to the front of the entire battle group, ready to meet any possible enemy. Soviet infantry appears.

Yu heard the order from Lieutenant Heizenauer through the communicator in his ear, and through the commander's periscope in his hand, he saw the two No. 2 tanks that had moved forward and back according to the order.

With a slight frown, he kept scanning the seemingly peaceful and dilapidated small Soviet village in front of him with a hint of uneasiness. This indescribable feeling was like a sixth sense intuition, provoking Wittman all the time. The fighting nerves that are always tense.

Through the small mirror hanging on the bulkhead not far in front of him, he saw the solemn and tense expression on Wittmann's face directly behind him. Sitting directly in front of Wittmann, he was always ready to enter a battle state. Gunner Klink was quite puzzled by this.

"Did you see anything? Michelle. Where are those Ivans hiding?"

"I don't know, Klink. But I always have a hunch that something is not right in this small Soviet village. It's like the devil from hell has laid a trap, waiting for us to break in and kill us. The battle group was swallowed up."

"Hell devil's trap? Ha!"

After hearing the rather solemn words from the commander Wittmann, the gunner Klink, who did not agree with the words, immediately waved his hand and said in a half-joking tone.

"You are an SS commander, Michel, not one of those sentimental bards. Look at this small Soviet village. The houses are dilapidated as if they have suffered a natural disaster. What's wrong with such a village? Maybe there is still a living Ivan waiting to ambush us?”

Wittmann did not directly answer Klink's almost joking reply. After adjusting the commander's periscope to another angle, Wittmann continued to observe the situation as far as he could see. Only then did Wittmann finally Speak up.

"Idiot! Don't you think the silence in this village is a bit scary? It's normal for people to be killed by bombs or deliberately hide and keep silent, but when have you ever seen those captive animals and guard dogs react after being frightened? Can you still keep your mouth shut? Or do you think that all the beasts in the village have been killed by our shelling? "

"Uh this"

Wittmann was instantly speechless by the words that came out of his mouth like a barrage of rapid fire.

As Wittmann said now, the cattle and sheep livestock, guard dogs and shepherd dogs kept in the homes of Soviet farmers were not well-trained Red Army soldiers.

These animals that had been frightened in the previous bombardment preparations and survived were either running around or tied up in kennels and barking, in twos and threes, or barking loudly, or even tanks hundreds of meters away. Everyone could hear it clearly.

But at the moment, the small Soviet village in front of us, which seemed extremely dilapidated and had just been baptized by a round of artillery fire, was as silent as a ghost.

This strange scene with no abnormal sound at all, and even the barking of dogs and the scattered frightened animals is not at all like what should happen after the bombardment. If you insist on speaking, slowly from Wittmann's words Gunner Klink, who was awakened, finally realized at the last moment what the problem was.

"Damn it, this is a trap laid by Ivans for us, Michelle! Those dogs and beasts have been given to the Soviets a long time ago"

call out--

boom--

A BR-350B 2mm hooded armor-piercing grenade escaped instantly, with a muzzle velocity of up to 655 meters per second and a scream that pierced the silent sky above the village.

The gunner Klink, who had just realized that something was wrong here, had not finished speaking. The No. 2 tank, which had penetrated the main armor on the front of the vehicle, was like a bottle of champagne that had been opened after being shaken violently, rising with heat. The fuel tank and ammunition exploded, lifting the small turret, which was as thin as a steel plate, several meters into the sky.

"Kill one! Kirill, armor-piercing bullet, quick!"