The huge King Tiger 007 led the follow-up King Tiger tanks to the outskirts of the town. The place was full of burning steel debris and still-warm minced meat corpses, a small number of which belonged to the SS.
Most of them were from the US military, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and cold blood.
Even a battlefield veteran like Wittmann couldn't help but frown when he leaned out of the turret and witnessed such a scene.
The battle was more intense than expected. This group of American troops did not fall into defeat and retreat as soon as they were attacked. Instead, they continued to fight for a while even though reinforcements in the town were blocked.
Although they were eventually driven back into the town due to their lack of strength and paid a very painful price, in the final analysis, this is essentially different from collapse at the first touch. What Wittman valued was the unusual will of this group of American troops to fight.
Facing such a powerful enemy, there are not many US troops who are not afraid of the dead coming out to stir up trouble.
"Carry the wounded here to rest first. The medical soldiers are here! Those who are not injured gather in front of me! Get ready to continue fighting!"
As the saying goes, before you see the person, you must hear the voice first. Wittmann commanded his car No. 007 and the subsequent King Tigers had not yet arrived at the meeting point, but he heard the familiar voice at a relatively far distance.
Yelling loudly.
"Isn't this guy afraid of having his head smashed by a Yankee sniper? He just stood like that at the street corner, standing upright and dancing."
Gunner Wegner, who also leaned out of the turret to take a breath during the pause in the battle, was next to Wittmann, side by side outside the turret. The new 105 King Tiger turret added a brand new and relatively large turret for the gunner.
Top hatch for easy escape.
Otherwise, the turret is packed with four people, a commander, a gunner, and two loaders. It is obviously not easy to escape quickly on the battlefield, and neither are the German military engineers.
I can only do bad chores, but occasionally I can do some human work.
"When have you ever seen him act like this? He likes to give orders like this, and no Yankee snipers have ever targeted him at this time. It's as if this bastard can see if there is a Yankee plotting against him within the shooting range.
"
Although he is bloodthirsty and crazy, cruel and murderous, Heisenberg, the leader of the Panzer Grenadier, has no doubt about his professional ability. How crazy the killing is, how superb his combat skills and combat qualities are.
The existence of such a "diode", and during the time he spent with him, Wittmann had already figured out this guy's personality and knew it well.
"asshole?"
Wittmann's comment without warning surprised Wegener beside him.
"Do you mean him?"
"Otherwise? If I hadn't said that about him, who do you think I would have said about him? Huh?"
Wittmann, who was holding a twig in his mouth to relieve his loneliness, curled his lips, and then blurted out words that did not pretend to avoid certain truths.
"I have known him a long time ago. Not long after I took over the Tiger-1 tank, it was in Russia. When I first met him, he was just an ordinary rifleman, but I still remember what he did.
It’s a past thing.”
"Inciting Ukrainians to kill each other, they asked a little Ukrainian boy to cut off a little girl's ears, and then rewarded him with a piece of chocolate to exchange for the ears. As a result, the little kid who made no sense and was addicted to eating chocolate took it the next day.
Seven or eight ears came to him in exchange for chocolates to receive rewards, with smiles on their faces, as if they had no idea what they had done. Guess what happened next."
Wegener blinked in disbelief at what he heard. He knew that the SS was dirty and ruthless, but this was the first time he heard such a shocking story. He stuttered in reply.
Then he spoke slowly.
"How...how?"
"He detained the little boy and tied him up with a rope. He also found the parents of the children whose ears he had cut off, and gave each of the parents a knife. Then several of the parents stood up and started to do it.
Knife by knife, cut open that little bastard who only wants to eat more chocolate."
"That bastard Heisenberg found another rope, hung this little kid on a light pole, and hung a wooden sign around his neck that read "Eliminating Harm for the People", ha...those idiots
The Ukrainians didn’t even know the whole story, and they thanked Heisenberg as a great benefactor.”
Wittmann, who was holding the turret with his hands, just laughed silently, and Wegener, who was still in a state of brain failure, just blinked his eyes.
"What's the result?"
"result?"
Wittmann paused and realized that there were indeed memories that could be called "results" to talk about, and then continued to speak.
"The result was that the little kid hung on a light pole and bled dry. In the winter, he froze into a human stick, as hard as a gun barrel. Not only did Heisenberg, the bastard, not receive any punishment, he was convicted of bribery of the Ukrainians.
With meritorious service, he obtained important information about the guerrillas and was rewarded and promoted. He became a squad leader and used a submachine gun."
Wegener's lips twitched when he heard that the result turned out to be like this. He couldn't stand it any longer. He would just torture and execute the guerrillas, but what does this bloody feud have to do with those children?
It is unimaginable that there is such a person who uses children as tools to organize conspiracies to serve himself, and the process is so bloody. Wegener's "young mind" was simply shocked.
"Didn't anyone report him? Didn't his boss know about it at all?"
Wegener, who had seen that his fetal hair had not completely receded, still harbored illusions. Thinking back to when he was this age, he also had wishful thinking that certain things and certain facts in the world should be what he imagined and hoped for.
Wittmann just sighed. Isn't being unrealistic and full of fantasy the hallmark and commonality of youth?
But this fantasy is destined to be ruthlessly torn apart by the cruel facts soaked in blood, just like it was when his cognition was subverted.
"It's not that no one reported it, of course someone did. Some people couldn't stand it and felt it was against the justice they knew. So they went to Heisenberg's superiors to report it face to face."
"The result is that this idiot who went to report was called back by his superiors and told not to mind his own business. This is what the security forces in the occupied areas must do. It has nothing to do with the armored forces. Do what you should do.
That’s fine.”
"Guess why I know so much? Because the idiot who ran to report it was me."