Whether something is considered "lucky" or not, often times cannot be determined based on the quality of the thing itself. It depends on what the person who experienced it thinks about it.
If the person concerned feels unhappy, you just bought a lottery ticket and won five million, but it is all in vain. Maybe he is just an office worker who wants to live a peaceful life. Five million means nothing to him, so how should he live his life?
So how are you doing?
Being sent to the battlefield to fight is probably not a good thing for most people in this world.
After all, it is better to live a peaceful life, even just for a day, than to immediately go to the battlefield with your head tucked into your belt and risk your life. This is true for most people, even staying alive is better than being dead.
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But...for Wittmann now, the news of being sent to the battlefield made him extremely happy and even a little excited about it.
First, Wittmann knew clearly that facing the Allies, he had to fight the battle whether he wanted to or not. He would fight early and late at night. If he fought early, he could still gain a little bit. The Allies had just landed and gained a foothold.
With an unsettled advantage, fighting can become a little easier and more comfortable. If this is the case, it would be better to set off as soon as possible. Wittmann does not want to waste time waiting and dilly-dallying.
Secondly, Wittmann had a sincere curiosity about those enemies he had not yet fought against, those allies who had never met on the battlefield before, and a strong desire to give them a try.
In a sense, this is like the swordsman masters who traveled around the world in ancient times, always demanding that they be able to fight with all their strength, and opponents of equal strength can stand up and use two moves.
Does such an opponent exist?
Of course, Wittmann had already encountered him on the battlefield, more than once.
The intelligence up to now is enough to confirm that the previous horrific battles that were like nightmares on the Russian battlefield and almost cost Wittmann his life were against the Soviet opponent with the "evil reputation".
"Yuanyang" Stalin's Guards: Stalin's Guards 1st Tank Division.
Compared with the notorious name of this Soviet ace armored unit, what Wittman cared about more was the name of the legendary commander of this unit: Dimitri Drukovich Marashin.
division.
He is definitely a master driver who can compete with him, it will definitely be like this!
Among those widely circulated rumors that are not known to be true or false, there are some propaganda deeds and slogans from the Soviet army, even claiming that the winner of two Hero of the Soviet Union awards, Comrade Stalin’s most courageous tank warrior: Comrade Malashenko,
Commanding his own vehicle on the battlefield, he has captured more than 150 German tanks and is currently the number one ace vehicle crew of the Red Army.
Wittmann knew that those Russian idiots had the habit of bragging, and usually they would go too far.
For example, the annihilation of 50,000 German troops can be described by Mao Zi as a super victory in which 100,000 enemies were annihilated and 200,000 prisoners were captured. Although sometimes this has something to do with our own side's "false accounting" in the public casualty figures, Wei
Terman knew this very well, but those Russians still exaggerated more or less.
If we calculate according to the figures in the Russian battle report, the German army no longer needs to maintain a state of confrontation on the Eastern Front. The Russians have long since kicked them into their homeland and started fighting East Prussia and even the Berlin Defense War.
According to Wittmann's opinion, Malashenko's actual record should be around 100 tanks, which may be more or less, but it will not be too different. This number is similar to his current 98 Soviet tanks.
The records are almost the same, and Wittmann, who has a comparison mentality, always wants to beat his opponent on this numerical issue.
Not only his comrade-in-arms competitors, but also the Wehrmacht and SS armored vehicle commanders, Wittmann also wanted to have a higher record than Malashenko. Only in this way could he enjoy the experience.
The satisfaction of victory.
Now, whether we can improve our record in the next battle depends entirely on how well the allied dogs on the opposite side perform.
Wittmann, who was fighting against the Allied forces for the first time, had no idea what kind of equipment the opponent he was about to face used, what his combat quality was, and what his overall level was. He just heard that Marshal Rommel's troops had been in Africa before and were attacked by these Allied forces.
They were beaten to the point of losing their troops and generals, and they suffered a miserable defeat. Even the 501st Heavy Armored Battalion, which was first formed and assigned to the African Army, became a lame tiger trapped deep in the desert and ended miserably.
Unlike those Russians on the Eastern Front, I heard that these Allied forces make good use of and rely heavily on air support. Armored units that can be dealt with by aircraft will never send tanks to attack them.
"Watch out for Allied planes!"
This was the advice Guderian gave him personally when he came to inspect the Atlantic Defense Line earlier this year. He went down to the grassroots front-line troops and met with Wittmann.
In addition, the signal for the start of the Allied offensive earlier today was brought by the plane painted with the weird target paint of the British. The combination of the two made Wittmann feel unspeakably uneasy.
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"I hope these Allied planes will not be our catastrophe, and I also hope that those Corlians can really be put to some use."
Thinking of this, Wittmann, who was equipped with new equipment such as an anti-aircraft tank for the first time, couldn't help but turn around and glanced at the rear center of the marching column in the posture of lying outside the advancing King Tiger turret with his upper body exposed.
Position, Corian anti-aircraft tanks following closely behind the King Tigers.
I have to say that, at least in appearance, these anti-aircraft tanks with panther-like bodies and double-barreled heads still give people a sense of great security.
Wittmann was not a soaring pilot, but in his mind, the average airplane was just a big iron bird carrying a machine gun or cannon. At best, it could only throw bombs, but the Russian IL-2 could still throw a few rockets.
Bounce down.
If the anti-aircraft firepower is tight enough, it should be possible not to mention shooting down those buzzing flies all over the sky and driving them out of the airspace overhead to ensure the smooth progress of ground operations.
Wittmann just comforted himself in this way and prayed that his judgment would not be wrong.
"Wittmann, communication check, can you hear me? Over."
Wittmann, who was constantly thinking about various things in his head, suddenly heard the familiar voice in his earphones. He was stunned subconsciously, then raised his hand to press the button of the throat microphone and spoke to respond.
"I can hear it, the signal is very clear, I can hear it very clearly, it's over... wait, what do I see... Enschel, there is a group of people coming towards us, right in front