Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence did not hate the "escape" of his own infantry, abandoning the tank and running away. In fact, under the current situation, it is useless to let the infantry stay and wait for death. You can still armor that cannot be penetrated by tank guns.
Do you expect infantry weapons to penetrate him? Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence knew this well.
However, even though he understood that this situation was reality, Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence still felt desolate in his heart.
Thinking about my majestic 7th Armored Division galloping through North Africa, Rommel was beaten so hard that he ran away with his head in his arms and was driven directly into the sea. Why is it that now he is beaten like this when facing a mere German tank? Is this reasonable? Enemies
The fearless energy of fighting has gone into the dog's belly?
No matter how desolate and lamentable one feels in one's heart, it is useless. The cruel reality is always more acute and urgent than human subjective emotions.
boom--
There was another loud blast of artillery, and the terrifying explosion of ammunition rang in Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence's ears again.
It’s hard to count how many Cromwell tanks this was that were blown away by a single shot. Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence only knew that under the fierce bombardment of the German monster tank on the opposite side, his own Cromwell tank was destroyed.
As long as the tank is hit by bullets, no one will be spared. The best situation is that the ammunition that was not hit on the spot will explode. As for the armor, it is just like paper, so you can't count on it.
"There are 7 vehicles left! Load armor-piercing rounds, continue!"
"The full-caliber rounds are gone! We only have sub-caliber rounds and grenades left!"
"What!?"
Upon hearing this unexpected situation, Wittmann suddenly turned around and saw only the loader's tired and sweaty panting expression with a helpless expression on his face.
"The last caliber bullet! After firing the sub-caliber bullet, load the grenade! We must kill all these British guys, quickly!"
"yes!"
The extremely large and spacious interior space gives the King Tiger an astonishing ammunition capacity. It stands to reason that there should be no shortage of ammunition in any King Tiger.
You know, when Wittmann came this time, even the ready-to-fire ammunition rack on the back of the turret was fully stuffed. Together with the second ammunition rack on the car body, he brought a total of 28 rounds of full-caliber armor-piercing ammunition up and down the entire vehicle. This was already
This is equivalent to the total amount of shells in the entire Russian heavy tank.
All 28 full-caliber armor-piercing rounds have been fired, which means that Wittmann's No. 007 King Tiger has fired 28 times since the beginning of the battle.
Based on the principle of one shot at a time, Wittmann suddenly realized that he might have killed a full 28 British vehicles without knowing it.
Is this possible? Are there really that many?
Wittmann, who has always been tense with fighting nerves and has no time to count numbers carefully, doesn't have much free time to care about this at the moment. The only goal in his eyes is to completely kill the remaining British guys and fly them away. It's that simple.
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The last few British tanks surrounded by burning steel wreckage were still making a last-ditch effort to resist desperately. Wittmann, who was loaded with sub-caliber tungsten core armor-piercing bullets, would not show mercy to these last British guys.
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The sub-caliber tungsten core armor-piercing projectile, which is absolutely a killer for vertical armor, is extremely ferocious. Unfortunately and coincidentally, the Cromwell tank with an old and outdated design is exactly the one with vertical armor. It is penetrating the terrifying sub-caliber
Tungsten core armor-piercing bullets are just like window paper in front of them.
"Fire!"
boom--
"Go on! Next one!"
boom--
The roaring explosion was so loud that it was about to tear the eardrums, destroy the nerves, and even the soul was about to tremble.
When there were only the last five British tanks still moving on the road, something unexpected happened to Wittmann.
The British armored soldiers scrambled out of their cars like bereaved dogs. One by one, they all ran towards the downhill slope of the road in a panic. Wittmann even saw one who was too panicked.
The unlucky guy fell down twice in a row, but quickly struggled to get up twice in a row, and then staggered forward, regardless of the pain.
Wittmann, who had fought to a state of selflessness, then realized that any unit has its limit of endurance. These British guys who were killed until their nerves were numb and their souls were trembling, finally remembered that there was a way to save their lives by abandoning the car and running away, but
This was not a bad thing for Wittmann, who was about to run out of armor-piercing ammunition.
"It worked! We succeeded! All the British guys were scared away, we did it! Haha!"
Having accomplished an incredible feat that he could not even imagine, the gunner Wegner, who was already wet with sweat, was as happy as a child at the moment. If it weren't for the lack of space in the car, he would have danced.
However, everything is not over yet. The battle is only in the first half and has not yet come to an end.
"Turn the muzzle to two o'clock! The British guy in the village broke open the house and came out!!!"
Blessings come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.
There were only five rounds of continuous caliber tungsten core armor-piercing bullets left, but what appeared in Wittmann's eyes was a British reinforcement force that was far more than five tanks. The slowly stopping swinging car body and the shaking turret had already filled the black hole.
The muzzle of the gun was pointed at itself.
The first to target the fastest tanks were the two long-nosed Yankee tanks lying at the entrance of the village that had just given me a great sense of crisis.
Wegener tried his best, but with the efficiency of his aim, he could no longer catch up with the British tank on the opposite side. Wittmann felt a chill in his heart and knew that he would have to rely on his armor to hold on, praying that he would not be penetrated.
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It was in this last lesson of life and death that changes that Wittmann did not expect suddenly occurred again.
Boom boom boom——
Three huge bursts of fire shot up from the ground in an instant. The three British tanks, including the long-nosed Yankee tank, were all reduced to a pile of torch wreckage in the strong explosion, and almost simultaneously turned into steel and burned.
Corpse furnace, dead on the spot.
"Wittmann! Are you okay!? I hope we're not too late."
The Second Company of the 101st Battalion, which was ordered by Wittmann to stay in the rear and was ordered to come to support only after the battle began, finally arrived. The Tiger King's cumbersome and slow cross-country advance slowed down the time of support. The commander of the Second Company who led the team could only hope that
My belated support is not too late.
As for Tiger King No. 007, who had been hit by countless bullets and was cut into pieces as scarred as a cutting board, a familiar voice soon came from the side that made the captain of the second company instantly happy.
"You came just in time! Attack! The British don't have many troops left, so they can knock down the village in one go!"
Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence, who had been beaten into a pile of barbecue in the burning wreckage of the tank, had no chance to see what the next battle would be like. In fact, even if he was still alive, he still had no way to prepare for the next battle.
How much help.
The second company of King Tigers carrying the accompanying SS Panzergrenadiers on its mammoth body was unstoppable. As soon as more than a dozen King Tigers joined the battlefield, they immediately reversed the situation where the British army had just seen a glimmer of hope.
The battle situation.
What the British commander in the village feared most finally happened. The King Tigers, who did not give the British troops a chance, quickly concentrated their firepower and wiped out all the British tanks leaving the village. They also used main gun grenades and coaxial machine guns to
Coupled with the firepower of the accompanying infantry, all the British infantry who left the village were driven back to the village, creating a situation of catching turtles in an urn.
The principle that good fortune never comes alone but misfortune also applies to the British army. The British army, which had been beaten to the point of having their brains flowed out by the Erlian Tiger Kings, then encountered an even more desperate situation: the 101st Independent Armed SS
The large force of the heavy armored battalion has arrived. There are more than forty King Tigers in total, which is simply more despairing than the more than forty Infernal Devils!
In the evening of that day, all the British defenders outside and in the village of Bocaky on the road leading to the attack on Caen were almost completely wiped out. The last remaining British army finally chose to surrender in despair. SS 101 Heavy Armor
The battalion and the Wehrmacht Armored Instructor Division successfully met in the village of Pocage, where they formed a solid front that blocked the British 7th Armored Division from continuing to advance towards Caen.
The German army, with weapons and equipment far more powerful than those in the past history, achieved a brilliant record in Pokaki Village that was completely different from those in the past history, changing destiny and reversing history in a real sense.
In this battle, Captain Michel Wittmann, the top armored ace of the Waffen-SS, led his No. 007 King Tiger heavy tank crew to annihilate the British 7th Armored Division and the 22nd Brigade 4th London on the battlefield of Pokaki Village.
The regiment has 24 Cromwell tanks, 14 half-tracks, 11 cloth wheel carriers, 3 Stuart tanks, and 4 Fireflies.
He conveniently blew up 4 British anti-tank guns and annihilated infantry without any fuss. He surpassed Wehrmacht armored ace Otto Kalvus on the Eastern Front battlefield and became the top armored soldier of the German armed forces. He destroyed a total of 147 tanks, ranking first in the German army.
Armored troops top the list.
That is to say, on the same day, Malashenko, who had just finished resting on the front line of the motherland and was preparing to lead his troops to set off, did not know yet.
Thanks to his own blessing, the Allied ground troops on the Western Front were beaten to pieces by the German armored troops enhanced by the butterfly effect, and their shit was literally beaten clean, and they could never be beaten again.
? ?The chapter on the Western Front has come to an end, and the plot has officially switched back to the Eastern Front battlefield. Malashenko has logged into the main account