"If you ask me to say it, I think she should be hospitalized and rest. But in this case, I can only say that she can still continue to fight. You are right."
"That's good, very good!"
The driver squatting next to the wheels and tracks spread his hands, and Wittmann nodded in approval.
"There is still a battle to be fought later, and we can't be idle. Let's pack up and try to get her back to normal. We may have to leave soon."
"We still want to fight? Are you sure? I feel like those Americans will definitely call planes to blow us up. Aren't you worried?"
Wittmann, who had already turned around, did not look back, he just spoke.
"The explosion is not that accurate, and your car is hard enough. Get to work quickly."
"..."
Wittmann, who was preparing to find someone, had just stepped up to the butt of his tank, but he never thought that the person he was looking for had already come to meet him. He seemed to be in a hurry, and he must be on something.
"I received the news, there is an order, and the combat mission has been issued."
"Tell me where to hit this time."
Wittmann, who had been mentally prepared for this, was not surprised by this and was ready to listen. The first-level assault squadron leader who was running towards him shook off the map in his hand and spoke.
"Here, a town, the news said that the Americans just occupied this place about an hour ago. This place was originally guarded by a group of stormtroopers. They lacked heavy weapons and the quality of their personnel was very poor. Their combat effectiveness was very low. They could barely compete with the Americans.
The town was completely lost when I was young. A small number of them ran away and escaped, but the rest didn’t know whether they were alive or dead. Anyway, they all stayed in the town.”
Wittmann's expression was not serious, but he could not be said to be relaxed either, and he asked seriously.
"What do the people who escaped say? How many Americans are there in the town?"
"I don't know. They couldn't tell me anything I asked them. Not necessarily. I don't know. They are just a bunch of pigs that got away from the slaughterhouse by chance!"
The leader of the first-class assault squadron with a cigarette in his mouth was very unhappy. Those low-quality stormtroopers were simply annoying! Let’s not say that the battle was not going well. In the end, he couldn’t even tell what the enemy’s situation was.
, even stammering "maybe", "maybe" how many enemies there are, being teammates with this group of losers can really make people mad.
"Okay, then do we have other intelligence to support it? Is there no other information at all?"
"Yes, but it's not very certain. It's just vague information."
The first-level assault squadron leader pinched the cigarette butt in his mouth, pinched it with his index finger, and flicked it away. He continued to open and close his upper and lower lips while talking.
"Our superiors told us that the troops moving in this area should be an infantry regiment of the US military, carrying heavy weapons such as howitzers and tanks. You know their mechanization speed. They move very fast. Judging from the time and general direction, we can
They were the only ones who appeared on the edge of the town and gathered troops to attack the city. The stormtroopers who escaped did see US tanks, which was consistent, but there was no mention of US shelling. Maybe the howitzers were still behind.
Expand it, it’s hard to say.”
The index finger of the leader of the first-level assault squadron made gestures on the map along with the explanation, signaling to Wittmann. Wittmann, who had been staring at the map without leaving his eyes, basically understood the situation.
"So we have to deal with an American regiment? And it also carries howitzers and tanks? Could it be we are the only ones?"
"It's really just us, but it's just temporary."
"The 339th Regiment of the National Defense Force is approaching us, but their mechanization level is very low, and their fuel is scarce, so their marching speed can be slow. Before they arrive to help defend, we have to rely on ourselves. Our superiors have issued an order to retake the town, so we cannot
Let the Americans continue to advance. We need to buy time for the rear counterattack to gather forces and delay the enemy's offensive. Is there anything else I need to add?"
Wittmann didn't spend much time cooperating with the leader of the first-level assault squadron. He only knew that Mr. Scarface's fighting style was as terrifying as his face.
They were shot dead by his own hands or ordered by him. In less than a week of working with him, not only 100 but also 70 or 80 American prisoners of war died directly or indirectly in his hands.
But, how can a guy who captured 70 or 80 US military prisoners of war in less than a week in a headwind environment be considered an ordinary person?
The ferocity, cunning, bravery and ruthlessness of his men are equal to his ability to kill prisoners of war. Even if Wittmann can't stand this guy's style, he has to admit that he is indeed very capable in terms of fighting ability.
, now that the war is about to begin, it is even more important to cooperate with him and not make any mistakes.
"There's nothing more to add, what do you mean? Just rush over or what to do?"
Wittmann, who also holds the rank of First Class Assault Squadron Leader, is on an equal footing with this guy, so this reciprocal cooperation can only be negotiated, even if Wittmann is nominally in charge of commanding these armored grenadiers of the Waffen-SS.
, it is also necessary to ask other people’s opinions and choose to listen.
"I think we should launch an attack directly. The Americans would not expect that the enemy they had just defeated would come back so quickly. All my people will get in your car and we will be able to reach the outskirts of the town and exchange fire with the Americans within half an hour."
"Let's catch them off guard and drive them out while they are still on their feet. Let these American pigs know that this is the territory of the head of state and not a place for them to run wild. What do you think?"
Wittmann didn't think there was anything wrong with taking the enemy by surprise and launching a quick surprise attack. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he could only do this if he had to use his troops quickly and seize the time. He then nodded in response.
"I see there's no problem, let's just do it! Call everyone together and we're ready to go!"
Buzz - buzz -
One after another, the King Tigers that had temporarily settled in the woods began to roar up again, wearing the latest camouflage combat uniforms issued by the Waffen-SS, and many of them also wore camouflage cloaks.
, also began to pick up weapons and get into the car with their bare hands, preparing to maneuver quickly.
The limited half-track vehicles are simply not enough to seat so many people. Someone must hang outside the tank to achieve a fully mechanized march.
Among all the familiar roars of gasoline engines, only one King Tiger's engine noise is different. It sounds more majestic and powerful, with a low roar. It is the latest engine issued by Wittmann.
That command type King Tiger tank with turret call sign 007.
"I hope there won't be any problems with the diesel engine. We are always fooled by new gadgets, several times."
"You are overthinking, Heinrich. Didn't she just prove herself? She didn't have any problems in the battle just now. She has always been very reliable, even after we were shot, and her power is even stronger."
The crew members were chatting among themselves, but before they could finish speaking, Wittmann, who was seated, had already given the order.
"Every car starts off, follow the lead car and move towards the target location!"