Chapter 2343 Now is the Tiger King’s Time (Part 2)

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2343 Now is the Tiger King’s Time (Part 2)

"The Americans are reversing, don't let them run away! Keep firing, hurry!"

“Recharge and fill.”

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"Farke! American, hula~"

boom--

The sixth, the US tanks surviving on the road, completed the steering of the vehicle body and reversed and pulled it down to the slope of the dirt road.

With the extremely high burst rate brought by the semi-automatic loader, Weitmann, the 007 command 105 Tiger King, completed six consecutive kills in less than a minute.

Not only did the Fafa hit, but it also pointed to the key points. The Krupp 105, which is better than the 88-year-old Krupp 105, deserves the reputation of the most powerful main gun in the German tank. Even if the American Pershing upgraded his armor protection, he still has no use. There is no essential difference compared to Sherman. If you hit it, you should blow up the car and catch fire.

This terrifying killing efficiency is not only because Weitmann's mouth has already raised his lips, but the US armored soldiers on the opposite side are even scared to death.

"Dog shit! Holy shit! Where did the German guy on the opposite side come from?? The fuck you told me that they only have one tank! Are you crazy or am I stupid!?"

"The shells were all shot from the same point, and the fire in the muzzle never moved. Are you fucking stupid or I crazy?"

"Shut up, shut up all the fuck! Stop the car! Prepare armor-piercing bullets, we rushed up and fucked him to death!"

The orders from the commander almost scared everyone, and they couldn't even believe the sound they heard when they were really.

"Damn it! Walter, are you crazy? The German guy opposite is already crazy, you want to crazy too!?"

"Unless the German turtle drowned in the cesspool himself, we will not be able to leave today! Fuck that bitch to death and follow me!"

The 500-horsepower engine roared again, and the American geared gears drove the heavy steel body and accelerated out again at a slow speed until one after another crossed the slope, the steel figures that came again jumped into the enemy's eyes.

"How dare these Americans come back?"

"Kill them, all! Continue to load and put on armor-piercing bullets!"

"Received the boss!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the American tank's downhill, three launch cartridges were just stuffed into the empty loader. The order from Weitmann continued to load, forcing the two loaders to interrupt the fourth loading work halfway.

The launch cartridge that had just been picked up was temporarily placed at the foot and instead of holding the projectile. The electric hydraulic loader operated by the main loader raised again with the press of the button, and accurately aimed at the loading slide rail that had been rigidly connected to the blast latch, ready.

"Get on the projectile, hurry!"

"Done!"

"Walk!"

Crazy-

The right arm holding the bullet grip tightly exerted force, pushing the launch cartridge and the projectiles that had been loaded on the slide rail together. The slightly harsh sound of metal friction was instantly pushed into the barrel, and the heavy metal collision sound of the closed barrel bolt was simultaneously raised.

Bang-

“Reloading is complete!”

"This is sent to Roosevelt, pick it up! American!"

boom--

The US military thought that at least it had thought that aiming the vehicle body heading and the front armor of the turret completely at the target, and charging the enemy with the strongest defensive attitude would have a good effect.

But they were wrong, and they were outrageously wrong.

The armor on the head of the heavy and sturdy car body was pierced through one shot. Through the hole that was bigger than the fist, you could even clearly see the scene of a raging fire rolling and burning in the steel crematorium, but there was no sign of survivors struggling from it.

The shot pierced through, and the ignition and launching medicine and the fuel tank caught fire instantly. The eighth Pershing, who was fucked into a flame torch, failed the battlefield!

Until now, at the 2nd minute and 11th second of the battle, when Weitmann had already won seven consecutive kills, the US military, who suffered heavy losses, fired the first shot at the unknown opponent hidden in the low bushes.

"In the direction of one o'clock, the gun barrels exposed in the bushes are gathered to shoot!"

Boom boom boom boom-

The latest Pershing combat manual prohibits gunners from firing off-road conditions, which is difficult to achieve satisfactory results and will hand the fighter jets to the enemy, but the urgency of the situation at present is completely ignored and can only do so.

Dingbang—

Crack-

Huh--

A harsh and friction sound of metal impact came from the bushes with super long gun tubes. The sharp-eyed US gunner even saw a series of splashed Mars through the gaps in the bushes. This alone was enough to determine that the target must be a tank! It was definitely not an anti-tank gun or something.

But it was only after the three-pawns of the Huo Sanboks bombarded the bush to cover the huge body that the US armored soldiers who had not known what kind of opponent they were facing were not discovered until then in horror.

The opponent is not only a tiger king, but also a "super tiger king" with a main gun that is obviously different from the ordinary 88 and looks too thick and strong! The length of the main gun's body barrel even exceeds the already exaggerated 88. Just the scene of the tiger king's turret rotating with it is already terrifying!

"The fucking Tiger King! We met Tiger King!"

"Look at the gun barrel of that thing, look! That thing is longer than the chimney of the small steel mill in my hometown! The German guy is fucking crazy!"

"High-speed armor-piercing projectiles! Get on high-speed armor-piercing projectiles to prepare for shooting the turret, hurry!"

The M304 caliber high-speed armor-piercing projectile fired by the new 90mm M3 main gun has a strong armor-piercing depth. In the captured Tiger King shooting test, it is enough to penetrate the Tiger King's turret main armor head-on at a regular combat distance. This is also the only hope left by this group of American armored soldiers at present.

"Those Americans are not afraid of death and are still rushing towards us!"

"Don't worry, if you want to die, please help them and continue to aim! The one that hits the fastest in the direction of one o'clock, prepare to shoot!"

"Armor-piercing bombs are good! The second to last shot!"

"Open fire!"

boom--

The shells roared, and the armor was ruthlessly pierced like a sharp knife shaved with ribs.

The fragile American ancestral paper crotch could not stop the violent bombardment that could not be withstand by the head. The high-speed projectile was like a rotating impact drill and penetrated the lower armor of the car body, smashing the transmission mechanism and the driver's lower body flesh until it exploded when it blasted into the combat room in the middle of the car body.

Boom-

Bang bang-

The head that was twisted off the chassis spitted a hot tongue and fell to the ground. The eighth kill of the command 105 Tiger King of No. 007 was successfully recorded again!

"The last shot! The loading is completed!"

That is, at the moment when the main loader roared, Weitmann, who had been staring at the Periscope of the Vehicle in front of him, suddenly his pupils suddenly dilated and he spoke in a daze.

"Wait, that's different! There's a guy different! Hit it first, at two o'clock! The one with the longest cannon barrel!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!