The British plane left, leaving behind a burning wreckage all over the place.
The blazing flames intertwined with the thick black smoke, rising from the ground on the battlefield that had just died down and shooting straight into the sky. The smell of burnt smoke in the air would make even those who have experienced the battlefield feel sick when smelling it.
"Damn it, this British guy's pilot is so mature, everything smells like human oil!"
"How do you know this is the smell of human oil? Have you ever smelled it?"
"This is the smell of burnt animal carcasses, doesn't it feel the same for people too?"
The British pilot, who didn't even have a chance to parachute, was deformed and stuck in the cockpit, turning into pitch black charcoal. Several SS soldiers, holding their own weapons, walked past the still burning wreckage of the nose.
There was a lot of discussion.
Wittmann looked up at the sky and felt that there would be no more Allied planes coming. There was less than half an hour left before complete darkness. If those Allied planes still came, it would be difficult to return and land.
question.
"Looks like we're safe, Ensher, at least it's over for the day."
Enschel, who was also holding on to the armored bulkhead with half of his body exposed outside the turret, heard Wittmann's familiar words in his ears. He felt the same way and immediately pressed the call button and replied.
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"Yes, at least today is over and we are still alive, for now."
The Allies' D-Day, the first day of the German Army's Western Front is coming to an end.
Enschel and Wittmann, who fought fiercely for a day in the sudden war and the cruel battlefield of blood and fire, finally had a little free time to savor what happened today, what specifically they experienced, and wait until tomorrow.
What to do when the time comes.
Not long after advancing along the road, more and more German troops were walking around or stationed in place.
Most of them are the Wehrmacht, and of course there are a small number of SS troops, but everyone's situation doesn't look very good.
Wittmann, half of his body slouched outside the King Tiger turret, could see that there were many wounded in the friendly troops marching on both sides of the road.
Those in better condition are only wearing bandages, arms hanging, or their heads are wrapped like rice dumplings. Although they look miserable, at least they can still walk on their own.
Those who were in bad condition were not so lucky. There were many unlucky people who were seriously injured and carried on stretchers. The painful groans and wails could be heard in the marching team one after another.
Wittmann even saw a "half-man" with two legs completely broken being carried on a stretcher. Rather than saying that this guy was unlucky, it would be better to say that this guy was really hard-working and powerful, and ended up like this.
Not even dead yet.
If you can survive this, you can definitely retire safely and go home to enjoy your old age. By the way, you can also get a lot of money and military medals. For many young people who have lost their lives on the battlefield, this is actually considered a good thing.
A good final ending, the principle that it is better to die than live applies to all times.
"They should all be troops that were withdrawn from the beach, these unlucky guys."
Hank chose to ride on the engine bonnet of Wittmann's No. 007 Command King Tiger. Wittmann, who was sitting behind the car with a large box floating around and half of his body hanging outside the turret, didn't know if Hank meant what he said.
He told himself, and to be honest, Wittmann didn't really want to talk to Hank, who had just had a bad time, so he simply pretended that he didn't hear him and continued to stand outside the turret calmly.
"Hey, don't keep crying and sad. If you still hate me because of what happened just now, then I apologize to you. Maybe there is something wrong with my attitude. Don't forget it."
Unexpectedly, Hank actually added another sentence when Wittmann had no reaction, and chose to formally apologize to Wittmann. This actually made Wittman unexpected and felt quite surprised.
"I don't hold a grudge against you, and honestly I can't blame you for that."
"Look at them, look at these people. I just wonder how long we can sustain this level of casualties. The current situation is more difficult than during the last war. There are still Russians in the east who are continuing to attack us.
Onslaught. Compared with the Russian ground troops, these Allied troops are like children who have just graduated from kindergarten. They have not even learned how to fight."
"However, it can contain our military strength. If it keeps dragging on like this, I really don't know how long we can hold on..."
At this point, as long as one is not blind, one can definitely see the truth of the facts stated by Wittmann.
Hank is indeed fanatical. He is an armed SS veteran who loyally supports the Führer and does not compromise on the execution of orders. But this does not mean that he does not have the ability to think independently. He only follows what others say and fills his head with shit.
Hank knew that Wittmann's words did not mean to boost the enemy's prestige or destroy his own morale. It would be too much if he couldn't even tell the truth.
Everyone gets tired, and so do soldiers. It's no big deal to complain after a day's fighting. What's more, this is not only what he says from his heart, but also the complete truth. Hank has no reason or need to refute it.
The engine compartment of the King Tiger traveling at low speed in first gear made a dull rumbling sound. Hank, who was sitting in the car and trembling slightly as the body of the car shook, was also thinking about something.
He had no father. To be precise, his father had died on the battlefield during the last war. Hank, who was just a child at that time, could not remember clearly what his father looked like.
Because he was young and frivolous, he was brave and aggressive, got drunk and got into a fight with a group of friends, and even beat a man to death. He spent the most golden years of his life in jail. He did not study well.
I didn't learn any employment skills. After I was released from prison early for good performance, I had no choice but to work hard on construction sites. Fortunately, there was indeed a shortage of coolies for a bunch of infrastructure projects carried out by Hitler.
Otherwise, Hank might have trouble even making ends meet.
It was also because of the bad record of being in jail that he carried on his back. Hank, who was thinking about joining the army to earn military pay and improve his life, was ruthlessly rejected by the National Defense Forces. Even though he had extremely excellent physical fitness and a strong figure of 1.82 meters, he was rejected by the National Defense Forces.
There is no exception. The recruitment of the National Defense Forces in those years was indeed very strict.
If there is no light in the west and light in the east, just because the Wehrmacht does not accept it does not mean that the SS does not want it.
On the recommendation of a friend, Hank was directly recruited by the armed SS unit who was eager to expand its ranks.
It doesn't matter whether you fight or go to jail. What matters is that you have a pure bloodline.
After going through the genealogy of eighteen generations of his ancestors and proving that he was not related by blood to those dirty Jews, Hank, who had excellent performance, high quality, and was diligent and hard-working, was even quickly promoted to a junior officer and became a police officer.
Monitor. This made Hank, who thought he would be a coward in this life, feel very happy. It turned out that poor people without connections could make their way through their own efforts.
This is a rare thing that has never happened in Hank's past encounters and many tragic experiences.