Regardless of whether the US military is willing to admit it or not, and what their mentality and opinions are, reality always needs to be faced. No matter how cruel it is, it will force you to face it. There is no way to escape, just because this is a battlefield.
For the current U.S. armored forces, the most terrifying thing is that in the hands of the Germans on the other side of the street, not only do they have the most powerful tanks, but the performance of their vehicles is far superior to their own, and the Germans who control and drive these tanks
The level of eliteness is also far beyond imagination and extremely terrifying.
Is there any hope of winning against such an opponent?
Not to mention that the other US armored soldiers were unsure and even panicked. Even Brad himself nervously clutched the radio transmitter, sweating on the top of his forehead.
Brad was not afraid of the fighting skills of those Germans. To be fair, Brad never felt that he would be inferior to those Germans. He had this confidence.
But the quality gap between the enemy and our tanks is really huge!
Even if we get the chance to fight the Germans again, what will be the situation we face then?
When the roaring Tiger King rolls over your face and points its black muzzle at you, what can you do at that time? The entire frontal defense of the Tiger King is almost indestructible in front of Sherman. What should you do?
How can we put down these hateful steel precious things head on?
Powerless! Deeply powerless!
Brad has never felt the helplessness so clearly as now. If he had a more powerful tank, he might not be able to create miracles, but the miserable reality he faced was such that it was counterproductive.
Although I don’t want to admit it, this is the reality.
My group is launching the final charge of the knights like Don Quixote. A row of houses across the street, the Germans at the other end of the street still don't know what kind of strategies and tactics they are using to deal with their own side.
Unknown, powerless, the darkness ahead was like a huge mouth of an abyss, waiting to swallow anyone who dared to approach, and it seemed that he had no choice but to lead his comrades closer to it little by little.
"Keep going! Speed up and rush over, don't give the Germans another chance!"
Brad was still unwilling to give up. This was the final result he explained to himself and all his brothers with sweat on the top of his head and big beads of sweat on his forehead. Today all this must come to an end.
A dignified and complete end like a man.
The huge steel body roared forward, and the wide tracks rolled over the broken bricks and tiles on the street, making bursts of sounds. The King Tiger with the turret call number 007 had already reached the final distance closest to the target location, just waiting to charge.
"Crash it over! Give those desperate Americans a surprise!"
Only a small part of the second floor, which had been destroyed by direct-aimed artillery fire, was left. The collapsed roof and the floor of the second floor also damaged the first floor beyond recognition, like a prehistoric relic.
Collapsing and crushing such a dilapidated and crumbling building is no problem for a heavy armored tank with a total combat weight of nearly 70 tons. The only thing that needs to be considered is whether the body can still carry it after a violent impact.
Can't bear it.
"I hope the guide wheels and track shoes can still hold up!"
The driver, Heinrich, still remembered the damaged points where his precious car was damaged. Almost half of the track shoe was missing, and the guide wheel with dense cracks was worrying.
I was really afraid that the walking structural components that seemed to be almost unable to hold on would be completely struck and shattered into pieces amidst this noisy impact, but the only thing I could do for this was to pray silently in my heart.
Bang——
There was a ruckus——
Bang bang crackle——
There was another sound of walls falling and houses collapsing, and the oars and oars were wiped out in smoke. Before the American Sherman column on the other side of the street even had time to react, the entire house in front was crushed and collapsed, and the smoke and dust rose up instantly.
It filled the field of vision and blocked the entire road ahead.
"Fuck! What happened?"
"Damn it, I don't know either! The building collapsed and I can't see anything! You son of a bitch!"
Before the noisy shouts on the radio finished, a frightening sound came from the smoke and dust of collapsed walls and collapsed houses that filled the road ahead, obscuring the view.
Buzz - buzz -
"Driver forward! Gunner ready!"
...
The huge steel body burst out of the way like a ferocious beast breaking out of a zoo cage. The tall and slender barrel was like a spear that pierced the curtain and pierced through the smoke. It had a strong sense of conquest and was enough to make people at close range
The terrifying figure of the U.S. armored soldier facing it, crying for his father and mother, was fully present at this moment.
"Fuck, it's Tiger King!!!"
"Fire!"
boom--
The roaring sound of the cannon shook the air, impacting everything around it. Even the smoke and dust from collapsed walls and houses that were washing in the air were making way for the king, and were forced to retreat in all directions under the impact.
Wittmann, who was already ready, ordered to fire without hesitation, at the first moment when he sighted the nearest target.
The gunner, who had already had a silent understanding with the commander during the long partnership, knew the target and no longer needed verbal instructions to confirm it. The armor-piercing projectiles fired from the muzzle of fire were already whizzing towards him.
Boom——
There was another more violent and powerful explosion, rushing to the front of the team. The 105 Sherman, the rear car, did not even have a chance to resist, and was hit by a 105mm full-caliber hooded armor-piercing round.
He was killed off his horse, and the last memory left in this world was the dazzling flames.
"Armor-piercing projectile, 100 meters! King Tiger directly ahead, fire!"
The remaining U.S. armored forces are not idiots. Rather than caring about the tragic loss of their comrades, it is more urgent to quickly deal with the enemy in front of them.
boom--
call out--
Ding-ding——
As if there was no suspense, the armor-piercing projectile that hit the upper edge of the armor plate on the front of the King Tiger was directly bounced away, leaving nothing but a long string of sparks flying and ballistic scratches left on the armor plate.
No. 007 Tiger King, who had left the smoke-obscured view, was already motionless. There was no overly exaggerated charging all the way or close combat in any movie plot.
Wittmann, who has been in battle for a long time, knows very clearly how to control this steel behemoth in his hand with extremely obvious shortcomings and advantages. There is no need to fight with those on the opposite side like smashing wine bottles.
The Sherman fought in close combat.
"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"
Crunch——
Bang——
The sound of the semi-automatic loader being reset and falling sounded almost simultaneously with the sound of the breech closing and impact. Everything was ready, just waiting for hunting.