In May, Normandy, France, has beautiful scenery and pleasant weather. If it were a time of peace rather than war, it would definitely be an excellent vacation spot.
But right now, there are a large number of Allied troops on the British Island across the sea, ready to move. No one knows when the Allied forces will launch an attack in the next time, and where the target of the attack will be. However, the troops stationed in France
However, the German troops in the Normandy area clearly knew that one thing was certain, the Allied troops across the sea were definitely not on vacation.
The clouds of war are hanging over the entire strait, getting lower and lower, and an unstoppable storm is slowly approaching.
For Wittmann, the leader of the SS First Class Assault Squadron, equivalent to the rank of captain in the Wehrmacht, today started with a sparse and ordinary morning wake-up as usual. His ears were still full of "Will the Allies come today?"
?", with a face full of mist after waking up, Wittmann, who was not too energetic, had long been tired of hearing such words, and he was looking forward to something new happening.
However, it is best not to have something new like the Allied forces coming over. If Wittmann can have some free time, he would not want to fight with his head in his belt. To be honest, even he, as the top SS armored soldier, is a little disgusted by this.
There is no end in sight and we don’t know when the war will end.
Although he is still loyal to the head of state and his oath, this does not prevent him from hating this war. The contradictions of human nature always exist in a person in such a strange way.
"Hey, handsome guy! Good morning!"
"Huh? Ah, good morning, girl."
When Wittmann heard someone greeting him, he waved his hand casually in response. His lackluster look must have meant that he had not slept well last night, but it aroused the interest of the girl who greeted him.
"You're in a bad mood. Did you have a nightmare last night?"
Being able to have a relationship with a German officer is something that many French girls dream of under the special background of the current occupation. Even if you become a lover to these German officers and have no status, you will get many things in your life because of it.
With great improvement, the quality of life will be improved, doing things will be more convenient, and even those who usually don't look down on you will become more respectful.
Mary came here with the idea of trying it out. She was a waiter in an underground tavern in the town next door to the village where the 101st SS Heavy Armored Battalion to which Wittmann belonged was stationed.
Just minutes away.
So whenever there is a chance, she will come to Wittman to try to promote the relationship and bring out the unique rich charm of French girls.
However, this handsome newlywed SS officer didn’t seem to be too interested in his charm. He went there every day for almost a month, but he still had no real response. This somewhat affected Mary’s self-confidence.
It was a blow, but that was not the reason for her to give up.
As long as the hoe dances happily, there is no corner that cannot be dug?
Mary was confident that her charm was definitely stronger than those German women with thick arms and fat legs. The newlywed wife of an SS officer must be inferior to her in appearance and temperament.
What? Where does this confidence and basis come from, you ask?
Please, if a woman still acts according to the rules and everything has a cause and effect, can she still be called a woman?
When it comes to self-confidence, the more beautiful a woman is, the less reason she needs. It's that simple.
"No, it's just a simple case of insomnia and inability to sleep. Why did you come here so early in the morning? Don't you work at night? Don't you need to go back to rest in the morning?"
Although the tone still sounds pleasant, anyone with some experience in relationships between men and women can tell that Wittmann clearly hopes that the French woman will get out of here and go back to town to do whatever she wants.
But what about this girl Mary? She pretended to be confused, still smiling and wrapped her around him, and grabbed Wittmann's arm.
"Take some time in the morning and go to my house for lunch. I will cook a full table for you."
"..."
After hearing this, Wittmann was speechless, but his stomach could not help but squirm.
There is no other reason. Mary is really good at cooking.
Wittman and her had an intersection because when she and her brothers went to the underground tavern to drink, Mary made some random food and put it on the table. Wittman had a good time, thinking that he would try it again next time.
As a repeat customer, it was convenient for me to chat with her, but I didn't expect that Mary would shine brightly with just a little sunshine, and it would never end from the beginning.
Although his stomach was sending out signals that he wanted to go, Wittmann could still maintain the rationality of his brain to give orders to his whole body and make decisions.
Just when Wittmann was about to speak and reject Mary's proposal, something unexpected happened suddenly.
"Hey, Commander! I'm looking for you. There are some things you need to come over and take a look at right now!"
The man waving and shouting at Wittmann a hundred meters away was the newly transferred gunner Carl Wegener.
After the former gunner Bobby Wall, who had a tacit understanding of cooperation, was promoted and transferred to the position of commander on a new King Tiger tank, Wittmann could only accept the new gunner assigned to him by his superiors. "
Just make do”.
To be honest, Wittmann was quite satisfied with the new gunner.
Sergeant Carl Wegener was 24 years old at the time. Just by looking at this age, you can tell that he is not a rookie who just joined the war. How can there be 24-year-old recruits these days? You don’t have the balls of a 20-year-old recruit.
It's so easy to find, but any 24-year-old like this must have actual combat experience, as is the case with Sergeant Carl Wegener.
Before joining Wittmann's crew, Sergeant Wegener was a gunner on a Ferdinand heavy tank destroyer and had great experience in the ballistics and practical application of the new 71-caliber 88mm main gun.
After being tempered in the Battle of Kursk and several subsequent battles of various sizes, he is already a "master" who can use the Long 88 at a distance of one thousand meters and has a 90% chance of hitting a stationary tank target in the first shot.
This data may be nothing compared to those main battle tanks of later generations, but you must know that tanks or tank destroyers these days do not have those high-end fire control equipment. It is possible to achieve such a high firepower with a gun scope and pure manual operation.
Starting hit rate, if this is not a great figure, then who else is?
Also because he was very familiar with the performance of the Chang 88 main gun, Wegener was eventually selected as the successor gunner of the Wittmann crew.
Although the KWK tank main gun and the Pak anti-tank main gun have different names, they are the same in terms of ballistic performance and types of ammunition used.
If you can control Ferdinand's long elephant trunk with ease, you can naturally handle the sharp sword of King Tiger.