A high-explosive round burst out of the chamber, followed immediately by the loading of the next round. As Wittmann shouted the order to load the ammunition, the shell that was pushed into the chamber again was a high-explosive grenade as usual.
The high-explosive projectiles were removed from the ammunition rack on the vehicle body and moved to the loading slide at the rear of the breech block, ready for use. The semi-automatic loader that had already fired four rounds still had the last two propellant cartridges left.
The main loader, who is responsible for operating the loader, rotates the loader, aligns the preloaded propellant cartridge with the rear of the breech block, and aligns it perfectly with the ready projectile and then to the three points and one line of the gun barrel.
"superior!"
Holding the loading handle, his right arm instantly exerted force, and pushed the large propellant cartridge together with the projectile at the front end along the slide rail into the chamber. The loader reset and fell, and the breech block was manually closed. The words came to his lips.
A shout came out immediately.
"Loading completed!"
"Fire!"
Boom——
There was another loud bang, and the high-explosive projectiles that came out of the barrel hit the enemy position again with a shrill scream. This time, the target was the few remaining American machine gun teams located on the outer positions.
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The powerful 105 mm high-explosive projectile was accurate and deadly. It exploded at an extremely close distance, almost right in the face of the US machine gun team. Instantly, flames rolled and fragments flew everywhere.
The flesh was shattered and bones were flying everywhere, along with the parts and fragments of the .30 machine gun that were completely blown to pieces.
Two indescribable pieces of flesh that could no longer be identified as human beings were blown upside down. The entire machine gun team was driven into the soul by one shot and instantly crushed into powder.
The American soldiers squatting in the surrounding trenches did not dare to say that they peed their pants instantly when they saw this scene. However, the faces of those young and immature ones, many of whom were on the battlefield for the first time, were still full of fear and timidity, and they were sincerely afraid that they too
They would meet the same fate, with their bones flying and no flesh and blood left.
"We're done! Jimmy, those nazis are going to cut off our heads and kick them with balls! We're done! All done!"
"Woooo...Mom, mom! I don't want to die. Someone help me put my intestines back in, the medic...Mom...the medic..."
"We have to retreat to the town! This is a dead place! Escape immediately, immediately!"
The fear of the enemy is like a raging plague that infects the entire position in no time. Even if the American soldiers who are still alive are not frightened on the spot, they are still lingering in the trenches and foxholes, holding the weapons in their hands.
Weapon, with his back against the soil, he began to seriously think about "how to make it more meaningful instead of just a fight to the death."
Although there is not much time left for them, it is still worth doing. Survival or destruction is always a question worth considering, no matter when.
"Fake! I'm going to let these sons of bitches know how powerful they are, and watch me beat the bellies of these zoo cats to pieces!"
There are still people who are not afraid of death among the surviving US troops. In other words, as long as the armed forces can survive until now and have not collectively collapsed, there must be a few strong men who serve as the core support of courage.
The bazooka carried on his shoulders, against the backdrop of his huge body, was as insignificant as an adult carrying a small PVC water pipe in the hands of an adult with a normal height and build.
This US military sergeant, who was over 1.9 meters tall and covered in tendon flesh, looked as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. He cursed in his mouth and wished he could greet all eighteen generations of his enemy's ancestors one by one. He held it tightly in his hands.
The bazooka carried steadily on the shoulder was lifted straight up, and the black muzzle was aimed at the target in the blink of an eye, ready to go.
It was a King Tiger tank that had rushed very close to the position, fully entered the firing range, and exposed a considerable part of its side armor. It was not discovered that there were daring American survivors here.
"Bazooka! The Yankee is still alive, kill him!"
Following closely behind the King Tiger tank, the SS panzer grenadiers with limited vision roared, and the stg44 assault rifle that pressed the bullet into the gun chamber was also raised and aimed, but this belated action was still worse than
The enemy who acted first was one step late.
boom--
call out--
The electrically fired bazooka rocket roared out of the barrel instantly, dragging an orange-red tail flame, like a bright meteor streaking across the horizon, heading straight towards the target that was already within easy reach.
The King Tiger tank, which was completely unaware of the enemy attack, had no time to evade, and a large area of its side armor that had been exposed was directly hit by the rocket.
"Hit! I fucking hit the side!"
This was the first thing that came to the mind of the strong American soldier holding a smoke-emitting rocket launcher. He had no time to think about it and his whole brain was filled with all kinds of surprises and excitement. This decisive blow was not in vain!
However, it doesn’t matter if this land is not controlled by God, or by any other god, but God or some of God’s similar things just like to play big jokes on you, especially when you are at your last moment.
When you don't expect it, you are caught off guard.
Ding-ding——
call out--
Who the hell would have thought that the defense of this thick-skinned King Tiger is simply outrageous! Even a direct hit by a rocket does not necessarily mean that it will have an effect, because this bazooka rocket actually has a tricky impact point.
, and because the side armor of the King Tiger itself had a certain degree of irregular inclination, it was directly ejected without any suspense, pointing diagonally towards the sky and flying out.
Yes, rockets can also ricochet. In other words, as long as your warhead collides with the trigger fuse of the ammunition, no matter what your name is, there is a possibility of being ricocheted. Even high-explosive bombs are the same. They should ricochet you.
Absolutely unambiguous.
"Don't eat the sour radish!"
The above are the last words left to this world by the strong US Army sergeant carrying a smoking bazooka on his shoulder.
"Kill him!"
Da da da da da——
Bang bang bang——
It's the stg44 assault rifle again, and it's the g43 semi-automatic rifle...
A hail of bullets hit his head and face, instantly sending the strong sergeant away on the spot as he had no chance of crouching to dodge.
The blood that burst out from the chest even turned into a dense spray of blood mist due to too many bullets in an instant, washing up in the air, announcing the complete loss of a fresh life.
The strong American sergeant collapsed on his back, while his comrades were crying and howling, staggering and retreating towards a small town not far away, despite the fierce pursuit firepower of the SS.
Next, it is destined to be a road to hell filled with blood and corpses, but there is still a glimmer of hope to fight for.
Soon, accompanied by the rhythmic shaking of the earth, one after another SS Panzergrenadiers stepped on their large military boots and jumped into the trench where the battle had just ended, stepping on the ground where the blood of the sergeants was flowing.
Rush through and continue towards the town where the corpses of American soldiers are everywhere along the way.
The only things left in the trench were the lifeless dilated pupils of the sergeant's corpse, staring straight at the sky with a lifeless attitude, and the huge King Tiger tank that accompanied it.
, the creaking sound of the trench being forcibly rolled over by its wide tracks, and nothing else.