Short-tube steamed buns, long-tube steamed buns, 105 steamed buns, in short, steamed buns, steamed buns and steamed buns.
At the beginning of the battle, Brad, who commanded his M4A3E8 long-tube Sherman car and was located near the outer checkpoint of the town, was lucky.
The Germans' primary goal is not to clear out the U.S. troops stationed at the checkpoints in the town, but to clearly remove all visible targets on the outer defensive positions from large to small threats. This is obviously to quickly raid and capture the outer defensive positions.
prepare for.
Brad, who had been dealing with Germans since his days in North Africa, understood this instantly and reacted immediately.
However, his reaction and the order he issued were not to immediately step on the accelerator and rush out of the town along the main road, and engage in a head-on confrontation with the Germans.
There are tiger kings outside the town, and the terrain is fucking open and unobstructed.
What did you say you were going to do? Huh? A Xie Mantou rushed out and was set on fire and turned into a barbecue grill, right?
Knowing that rushing out alone at this time would lead to death, Brad ordered the vehicle to reverse at full speed and retreat. This did not mean that he wanted to be a deserter and hide from the battle, but when faced with the enemy's armored offensive of a large group coordinated by infantry and tanks, the first thing to do was to gather his own troops.
The armor strength is twisted into one force.
Tanks have no advantage in terms of quality. The difference is huge. If we don't gather partial numerical advantage and rely on tactics to win, then this battle will not be fought. The result of "Gourd Baby Saving Grandpa" one after another "steamed buns are sent to the tiger's mouth", no matter what
Look, it’s the same no matter how you think about it.
Fortunately, Major Verhaydon, who was the battalion commander, didn't mean to blame him at all. He also knew that Brad's seemingly cowardly move was actually the most meaningful move under the circumstances. It was definitely better than riding out on his own bicycle immediately.
The town supports the friendly forces, which seems to be extremely heroic but is actually a meaningless act of stupid people.
After Brad had assembled all the last remaining armored forces in the town, the order from Verhaydon, who had been waiting impatiently to put out the fire, was put in place, and a steamed bun battle took place in the Tiger King's town.
Armored confrontation is imminent and inevitable.
call out--
Boom——
"Shit! We need tank support, where the fuck is the tank support!? The Kraut's monsters are about to run over our faces!!!"
The cry for help from an unknown soldier on a wireless phone was simply heart-rending. With his ears filled with the scream like a slaughtering pig, Brad calmly raised the wireless transmitter he was holding tightly in his hand.
Just speak quietly.
"We are approaching the west intersection of Avenue A. How is the situation? Tell me where the enemy tanks are."
"Front, front! Parked right at the intersection of West Street! Two King Tigers are parked almost side by side. The house is about to be destroyed by them! You'd better hurry up! Immediately!"
"Copy that, hold on! We'll be there soon!"
At the same moment when the radio was cut off, the roaring noise of the German King Tiger engine could be clearly heard behind a row of buildings. Judging from the majestic and rising pitch, it must be that the German King Tiger was starting to take off.
As soon as the train started, Brad, knowing that this was an excellent opportunity, gave the order decisively.
"Saber 22, Saber 23, rush out! The German tanks are crossing the street, hit them in the belly!"
The relative position between the enemy and ourselves is in the US military's favor. After our tank column rushes out of the street, its muzzle should be pointed directly at the side armor of the German King Tiger, which is the tiger's most vulnerable belly. We know that our own firepower cannot deal with the rough-skinned and thick-skinned tiger.
Brad was determined to seize the opportunity and give the German a head-on blow first.
After receiving the order, the two Sherman tanks immediately accelerated forward. They were the same model as Brad's command vehicle. They were also two M4A3E8 long-barreled Sherman tanks that had been greatly upgraded and strengthened their firepower. They were also Brad's.
Among all models of Xie Mantou, it has the strongest armor-piercing power. As long as the weak point can be found, it can definitely send away the German King Tiger with one shot.
Creaking, creaking——
Kaka——
The rapidly grinding tracks made a harsh noise as they ran over the masonry debris on the ground. They were running in parallel across a row of houses, and the enemy tanks advancing in tandem met almost instantly.
The huge man didn't expect that such a deadly assassin would rush out from the unexpected corner, even two at once. The tiger hunter holding a deadly sharp knife also raised and dropped the knife without mercy.
, the sharp blade is unsheathed.
"Fire!"
boom--
call out--
Boom——
There was the blast of the cannon being ejected from the chamber, the scream of the projectile flying through the air, and the roar of the explosion that ripped apart the armor and instantly detonated inside the vehicle body.
All the sounds that followed were instantly mixed into one and sounded like one.
The seemingly powerful and invincible King Tiger was shot into the soul by a long-barreled 76 cannon on the spot, piercing his belly. Before dying, the huge and heavy turret even pointed at the building on the next street it had just bombarded, completely unconscious.
When the assassin arrives, there is no way to react.
The powerful explosion of ammunition and oil did not know which one came first. In short, the explosion with flames shot into the sky, and a death storm of flying metal and flames was set off on the spot.
The SS Panzergrenadiers who were following closely around the King Tiger and were preparing to charge were unlucky. Metal fragments as big as a palm and as big as a submachine gun bullet rained down on them in an instant.
There was no time to dodge.
In an instant, there were seven, eight, or even a dozen metal fragments in the body. There were many unlucky ones who were swept into a sieve. As for those who were blown up on the spot by the blast wave and lifted up into the air, they could be seen everywhere.
"Hit! Killed! We killed him haha!!!"
"Hey~~ha~~This is so beautiful! I like it!"
"Keep loading, armor-piercing bullets! Quick!"
The tiger killers who succeeded in killing the tiger king with one blow celebrated their achievements with excited shouts. Being able to kill a zoo monster that was as big as a moving steel mountain was definitely worth it.
Brag! All the comrades around you will look at you with respect. In an army where the strong are respected, the tiger-slayers are the most powerful. This is the absolute truth.
But the premise is... The premise is that you have to survive after killing the tiger, and then you have the opportunity to go to the battlefield bar and let others buy you two drinks, and listen to you bragging about the excitement that is somewhat embellished.
The story of tiger slaughter.
Obviously, the Sherman team, immersed in great joy, has not yet realized this problem.
Although the loader was still seizing the time to load the shells, and the gunner was also turning the turret accordingly without any problems, some things were still a step too late.
"112, the target is behind the intersection on the right front, kill that Sherman!"