He was caught off guard and lost a King Tiger. Such news was definitely bad for Wittmann, but it was not so bad that it was a hopeless mess. Wittmann still had a sufficient number of Tigers in his hands.
The king can handle the current situation.
"112, the target is behind the intersection on the right front, kill that Sherman!"
The order from Wittmann instantly echoed throughout the radio channel and was clearly heard. The turret call number 112 King Tiger that received the order from Wittmann actually started to respond earlier than the official order from Wittmann.
, the huge and heavy turret began to turn almost as soon as the comrades beside it were killed.
"The vehicle body turns to the right and the turret turns to the right front!"
Thanks to the mature and reliable dual-stream transmission system in Tiger One, King Tiger, who was able to take full advantage of the flat road in the town, reacted quickly and immediately began to turn the turret at a speed that was not commensurate with his huge body.
, pointed at the target, and at the same time, with the dual-flow transmission, one crawler track rotates forward and the other crawler track reverses, the vehicle body turns to accelerate the turret's steering.
"Go forward! There should be another one behind the wreckage of the King Tiger, rush out and kill it!"
The American Sherman hiding in the corner was unwilling to be left alone, and wanted to take another advantage. With the armor-piercing projectile already loaded into the gun barrel, he drove the car forward at high speed, just as the commander of the No. 112 King Tiger expected.
The same.
"Stupid Americans..."
A sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, followed by a palm pat on the shoulder of the gunner in front, and he immediately gave the order.
"Fire."
boom--
The 88mm full-caliber hooded armor-piercing projectiles violently blasted out from the hot muzzle were already flying out of the target car body before it could even drive out of the street corner, aiming straight at the target.
The armor-piercing projectile that struck at high speed instantly penetrated the wall, and masonry debris flew across. With the strong momentum of the remaining speed, it hit the car that was still hiding behind the house with more than half of its body.
On Sherman.
The armor-piercing projectiles tore through the fragile side armor of the car body and poured into the car. The armor-piercing delay fuse that was successfully detonated showed no mercy. It was reasonable and unsurprising that the Sherman's head was thrown directly.
Up in the air, accompanied by rising flames and rolling waves, the five living lives in the car were annihilated in just a blink of an eye.
"Jefferson! No!"
"They killed Jefferson, damn it!"
"Saber 22 was destroyed. I repeat, Saber 22 was destroyed! The entire vehicle was destroyed!"
The angry or frightened shouts on the radio kept lingering in Brad's ears like the roar of a broken radio, with lingering echoes.
It was no surprise to lose one of his tanks. It can even be said that Brad had already been mentally prepared for this. He knew that he would not be able to escape unscathed in an encounter with the German King Tiger. At worst, he might even die in the next second.
He may not be sure, but Brad has been fearless since he led his team into the battlefield.
"Saber 23, guard the intersection! The rest of the people follow me, we will go around from the back of the street!"
The Germans who realized something was wrong would inevitably take action. It was impossible to expect a long-barreled Sherman to guard the intersection all the time. Brad knew that he had to do something within this limited time and open the door.
situation, and the only thing he could do at the moment was to use another excuse to attack and try to stab the German in the back.
"Turn, turret facing back, turn at the same time!"
"Prepare armor-piercing bullets, hurry up!"
Germans are on the street, Americans are outside.
The solid distance between the two warring parties is only a narrow row of buildings facing the street. The distance is so close that if the armored soldiers on both sides have good hearing and use their ears better, they can even faintly hear the roar of the opponent's tanks from the other side of the street.
, that is the sound of the engine driving the walking device at full speed to maneuver.
"The Krauts are moving, those King Tigers are moving! I can hear it!"
"Shut the fuck up, I'm not deaf! Look ahead and prepare to shoot!"
call out--
Ding-ding——
Before the terrible shout on the radio could finish, the high-speed armor-piercing projectiles that roared across the street had already penetrated the building and roared towards them.
"Damn, I'm punctured! Our car is punctured!"
"Hydraulic failure, engine compartment on fire!"
"Get out, everyone! Get out quickly, let's go!"
The armor-piercing projectile that struck at high speed accurately hit the butt of a Sherman that was unable to dodge. It penetrated into the engine compartment and ignited the fuel due to the high temperature of the projectile, instantly bursting into flames.
The blazing orange-red flames licked the armor plate and emitted pungent and poisonous black smoke. One by one, the five US armored soldiers in the vehicle screamed in panic and abandoned the vehicle to escape. They did not even think of putting out the fire on the tank but three of them.
The Sixteenth Stratagem was the best, and the most important thing was to save his life first. Sherman, who had no one to care about, just lay on the edge of the ruins in a state of anger, tilting his head, and was completely killed.
"The Germans fired shells from across the street! How did they do it!? How did they know we were here!?"
Following closely behind the unlucky Sherman, which had its butt shot through, the crews of several other Shermans witnessed with their own eyes the entire process from the shells hitting the armor to bursting into flames.
Those shells were not fired head-on or from a sneak attack and ambush somewhere, but were fired through the wall by the Germans across the street from a row of narrow houses.
That’s right, it’s literally shooting through the wall!
The German King Tiger directly penetrated a house, and then penetrated the armor from the side, causing the artillery shells to pour into the Sherman's engine compartment and expelling it from the battle order. The US armored forces, which had only a limited number of available tanks, gained another
One tank was crossed out.
With the terrifying armor penetration depth of the German Tiger King 88 gun, it can indeed penetrate the masonry wall and then penetrate the side armor.
But the question is, how did the Germans do it? Or how did the Germans see it? How did they accurately lock the target across the house? Could it be that the Germans also had see-through plug-ins that penetrated the wall???
The cry of confusion and horror was quickly answered. Brad, who also had an insight into the complete process, knew how the Germans did this seemingly unbelievable thing.
"Window, I passed the window when I was passing by! The Germans on the other side of the street can see your trajectory and speed from the window. It is possible to predict the approximate location where you will be caught and then shoot through the wall!"
"...."
The brief silence lasted only for a moment, and then came from the radio more frightening, even words that could be called a little scary.
"Oh my God, what kind of Germans are we fighting? I can't believe this is happening!!!"