Chapter 1650 Master Wei at the entrance of the village (Part 1)
Wittmann hoped to hear some more good news from Enschel, at least he would not be alone, leading a company to directly challenge the British armored division, but Enschel followed closely.
The answer was quite disappointing.
"The armored instructors of the National Defense Force are still on their way, and they are farther away than us. The fastest support you can get is the support of a large force led by me. Before that, it is all up to you, so I don't ask you to do it.
There are too many, just try to delay as much time as possible. Remember to use flexible tactics and use all your past skills on the British guy, do you understand?"
"..."
The situation really turned out to be the worst that he had expected, but Wittmann, who had never seen anything like this before, was not unable to accept it. At most, he was a little disappointed.
"Okay, remember to send the relay communication vehicle out, and we will keep in touch at all times. Come over as soon as you are ready. I don't guarantee that I can last too long. The British guy opposite is a division. No matter how hard I fight, I am still not a superman.
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When Enschel heard Wittmann's words, he smiled and blurted out an understatement.
"Don't you know me yet? If there's not enough fuel, I'll support you even if I take people on foot to get there, don't worry."
With the aggressive offensive actions of the British as the basis, the speed of mobilizing fuel this time was really unprecedentedly fast.
Wittmann, who had not had time to have lunch, had already seen the oil supply convoy driving into the station. The people getting off the car were all wearing Wehrmacht uniforms. It seemed that they should be what Enschel called "friendly troops seconding oil."
"Yes.
"So many gas trucks? Are we going to have a big battle?"
Gunner Wegener, who was wiping the car with a rag in his hand, squatted on the front of the car and asked questions in front of the turret. Wittmann, who was leaning on the side of his car's skirt armor, then spoke.
"Go teach the British guys a lesson. We'll set off immediately after refueling. If you're hungry, go get something to eat and put it in your mouth first. You may not have time to eat in the afternoon."
Before he finished speaking, Wittmann had already moved forward, preparing to call a gas truck to come over and fill up his car with gas first, so as to be fully prepared.
The driver Heinrich, whose head protruded from the hatch at the front of the car body and was located directly in front of the squatting Wegner's crotch, was still unclear about the situation.
"What are you two talking about? He seems to have asked us to go eat quickly?"
Looking at Heinrich with his head sticking out of the car, and the back of his head facing him, Wegener, who was still squatting, suddenly smiled evilly.
"Yes, I want you to eat quickly. Everything is ready. You can see what you want to eat when you come back."
"...turn back?"
"...."
Heinrich, who had not yet reacted when he turned around, was stunned for a few seconds, and then he understood the meaning of Wegener's "gangster joke". In anger, he immediately raised the wrench in his hand to make a gesture.
Want to "kill the chicken".
"Asshole! Are you serious!?"
"You are the old bastard! Look at me destroying you!"
The interlude of laughing and joking was only temporary. With a loaf of baguette he had just collected in his mouth and a jug of cold drinks in his right hand, Wittmann, who was sitting in the commander's seat and eating while driving, just led the second company to set off.
"The French bread is baked harder than the armor-piercing bullets they make, but you can still eat it?"
Wittmann, who was gnawing on the baguette in his hand almost as if he was chewing a bone, didn't bother to talk to him, he just ate. If he had an awkward conversation while eating, he probably wouldn't be able to finish the baguette by the time the fight started.
"I hope the British guys are stronger than those Yankees. The last battle didn't feel like a war at all. I could kill tons of Yankee junk cars with just a few clicks of my fingers, and I didn't even feel the slightest pressure."
Wegener, who was "deeply disappointed" with the hip-stretching capabilities displayed by the US armored forces, began to express his opinions. He drank a mouthful of bread and just opened his mouth. Wittmann, who had some time to spare, immediately added.
"The opponent this time is not simple. The British Seventh Armored Division is the one in North Africa. If I were you, I would not underestimate the opponent. Don't think of them as the Yankees who entered the battlefield for the first time last time.
These guys caused a lot of trouble for Marshal Rommel in North Africa."
"Huh? This sounds a bit..."
"We are close to the target, and we can already see the outskirts of the village!"
Before Wegner could finish his words, the report from the forward reconnaissance vehicle had already sounded in Wittmann's earphones.
"What did you find? Can you see any British figures?"
Wittmann threw the uneaten baguette aside and ignored it. He raised his hand and pressed the call button on his throat. He immediately asked questions repeatedly, and the answers came from the other end of the radio.
"There is a low-lying road connecting the village, and there are British guards at the entrance of the village. There are only infantry and armored vehicles in the visible area, but no tanks."
"..."
Wittmann, holding his earphones in his hands, was sure that he heard clearly. There were no British tanks visible outside the village, but this was inconsistent with the mission briefing he had received in advance. The British tanks were fully equipped with the strength of an armored division.
How could we not even see a tank when we were gathering at Bokaki Village? Either there was something unclear or it was a scam!
"Stay where you are and report any new situations at any time. I will rush over immediately."
For the sake of caution, Wittmann did not order all the troops to drive up. Counting his command vehicle, there were a total of 14 King Tigers in a company. The dusty aura and huge rumbling noise of the King Tigers were likely to expose the target from a long distance.
It disturbed those British guys.
Following the confirmed route that the forward reconnaissance vehicle had traveled, Wittmann's lonely No. 007 Command Tiger King drove to a hidden location very close to the road before stopping. The No. 2 tank was modified into
The light reconnaissance vehicle is not far away from it, waiting in place.
Wittmann, who carefully leaned half of his body out of the turret, looked around and confirmed that the dense bushes he was in could well conceal the huge figure of King Tiger, and matched with the summer two-color tiger stripes of his car
Camouflage, if the British want to detect something, they have to get very close.
"Did you see something? Wittmann."
"...Several British sentries. There is a half-track armored vehicle parked at the entrance of the village. It is open and has a machine gun. Wait...something is wrong! There is movement at ten o'clock! There is movement from the British
Convoy, they’re coming!”
Wittmann, who was holding a telescope in his hand, didn't even get out of the car. He kept half of his body exposed outside the turret and saw a large British convoy slowly approaching from the distant road. The leader was carrying
The vehicle was exactly the same as the half-track at the entrance to the village.