The flying artillery fire almost set the entire village on fire, and there was an unlimited supply of artillery shells and bullets on this purgatory-like battlefield.
Frail human beings made of flesh and blood will be killed if they are not careful. Even a heavy armored chariot with steel and iron bones must be careful in this two square kilometers of fierce fighting. Enemies are everywhere.
The square tank may fire a fatal blow at any time, taking away the lives of all the people in the vehicle amidst the intense explosion of ammunition, flames and flames.
This is especially true for the SS armored troops whose equipment quality is far less perverted and brutal than their opponents, so they must be cautious.
A Panther tank numbered 401 was driving cautiously on a village road. The yellow and green summer camouflage paint gave the Panther, which had many battle scars, an alternative yet beautiful look.
The aesthetics of Gears of War.
The top cover of the turret, which was opened sideways, was pushed to the side and was in an open state. The captain of the Panther tank, who had the second machine hanging on his neck, stuck his head out of the vehicle. This was amidst the hail of bullets.
The close combat environment in the village was naturally very dangerous, but Buckman himself felt that this danger was far less likely than the chance of being blown away by a Russian tank due to poor tracking of the enemy.
Da da da da——
Bang bang bang——
"Hidden! The Russians have an ambush! Hurry and hide!"
The sudden sound of small arms fire made Buckman, who was highly concentrated, jerk his head back. After listening to the sound to confirm that the bullet was not coming towards him, he poked the upper part of his head out again and found out.
Buckman quickly issued the order.
"At 1 o'clock, 300 meters away, there is a wooden house on the roadside. There is a room full of Russians inside! Load high-explosive bombs!"
"Loading completed!"
"Aimed!"
"Fire!"
boom--
The power of the 75-caliber high-explosive bomb is completely dwarfed by the 122mm, but it has devastating destructive power for the most basic protective fortification such as a wooden bunker, which is obviously enough.
The muzzle shook as the flames flashed, and the 75mm high-explosive grenade that quickly came out of the barrel instantly sent dust flying with a loud noise. The debris rolled into the sky and stirred up an explosion shock wave of dust all over the place.
Looking at the scattered fragments of wooden houses and small stones, and the debris falling from the sky like raindrops, Buckman, who pressed the microphone on his throat, let go of his right hand and breathed a sigh of relief. This was already his main attack on this road.
On the village road along the route, the thirteenth hut guarded by Russians was destroyed by gunfire. Who knows why these Russians are so crazy and persistent.
"Okay, the target is solved, let's move on! Make sure the infantry can keep up with our speed."
The No. 401 Panther tank spewed out a burst of black smoke from the engine exhaust and restarted again. The SS soldiers who had been hit by the sudden bullets and jumped like rabbits immediately ducked out of their respective bunkers.
He stepped out, clenched the weapons in his hands more vigilantly, and united around the only remaining Panther tank to continue the mission of advancing.
None of the five SS armored soldiers in the car spoke. All of them were doing their jobs while maintaining a high level of tension. Even the loader was taking advantage of this gap in the battle to go
In the chassis of the vehicle body, the artillery shells that are slightly farther away and inconvenient to access are moved to a position more within reach, so that they can be reloaded quickly when a battle breaks out and are needed from time to time.
At the moment when the tank had just passed the corner of the road ahead, Buckman turned his head and was still looking to the left of the intersection, wary of an enemy ambush, when he suddenly heard a strange scream from the gunner.
The gunner who reacted quickly was the first to shout, and the driver who followed him also saw the scene directly ahead and was frightened.
"Stop, I'm stopping! Open fire and kill that Russian guy!"
"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"
"Wait, stop! Don't fire!!!"
At the last moment when the main gun's firing trigger was about to be pulled, Buckman, who had better vision and turned his head quickly, stopped his crew members from panicking and almost wasting precious armor-piercing ammunition.
"It's an abandoned Russian tank. The tracks are broken and all the covers are open. Let's take a closer look next time."
Buckman had never encountered the enemy's behavior of opening all the hatches and pretending to be dead to deceive the enemy into an ambush when the track was broken.
His keen battlefield intuition told Buckman that it would not happen this time either.
In a battlefield that was raging with war and the situation was urgent, there was not much time to waste. It was a false alarm, and Buckman, who was startled for a moment, was about to give the order to continue moving forward, but at that moment he inadvertently glanced sideways.
He looked at it but could no longer take his eyes away.
"... Something's not right, this... this is not an ordinary Russian tank! It looks like..."
An irregular arc-shaped turret that looks like a flattened car is erected on the wide and sloping car body. The front turret layout and the design of the armor plate on the front of the car body that is tilted at a large angle make Buckman look like this at first glance.
The most intuitive feeling is "what a big t34"!
Among the three elite SS armored divisions deployed in Prokhorovka, the Imperial Division was the last to fight Malashenko and the one with the least contact with the battlefield, but this does not mean that Backman did not hear about it.
There are some battlefield rumors that have spread widely and spread across the world.
Those new Russian heavy tanks that were described in rumors as being like demons and wandering around the battlefield were still fresh in my memory. With his own intuition, Buckman felt that the opportunity in front of him was a rare one! He was very curious.
The heart and impulses are as uncontrollable as a fountain gushing wildly.
"Hey! Wait! Buckman, what are you going to do?"
By the time the slightly slower crew members came to their senses, Buckman, the commander of the vehicle, had already picked up his MP40 submachine gun for self-defense, jumped out of the turret by pedaling on the roof seat, and didn't even say a word.
Under the circumstances, no one knew what their commander was going to do.
"Damn it! Is this guy crazy!? Get your gun and follow him quickly, quickly!"
The battlefield in front of us, where a fierce battle had just broken out not long ago, was obviously too late for Buckman's group and fell into relative silence. However, this did not mean that there were no enemy eyes peeping around, preparing for an ambush.
The other four crew members who had to protect the commander had no choice but to grab their weapons and hurriedly got out of the car, following Buckman to the end of the madness.
"Bachman, you bastard! Are you crazy? What's the difference between leaving the tank and seeking death!?"
The gunner holding the submachine gun tightly leaned behind the abandoned enemy tank wreckage, seeking cover, but Buckman, who had arrived first, was like a man possessed at this moment, reaching out to touch the heavy tank in front of him that he had never seen before.
The side armor of the turret, and every scratch on the side of the turret that was not penetrated by the shells was so clear and complete, it was right before my eyes, eye-catching.
"177, its number is 177! It looks like a command vehicle!"
"I have to go in and take a look, this must be important! Wink, where's your camera!?"