The ground was covered with blazing, black-smoking steel wreckage, and one Sherman tank after another was turned into a torch filled with high temperatures. This battle with huge disparity may have been doomed to end from the beginning.
"It's all over, these Americans are dead, huh..."
One King Tiger was destroyed and was a complete loss, and the power system of another was knocked out of the street, but it is still possible to be repaired.
In terms of battle damage ratio alone, Wittmann, who killed an entire U.S. tank column, undoubtedly won an absolute victory, but sometimes when judging whether a "victory" is real or not, you cannot just look at the numbers.
The US military has a steady supply of new vehicles available, but Wittmann and the entire 101st Heavy Armor Battalion will not be able to obtain new tank supplies for a long time to come.
After a group of U.S. troops are eliminated, another group will soon come. These Shermans of poor quality are like endless wild fruits in the woods. They are everywhere in an endless stream.
To put it bluntly, even if the Americans exchanged 5 Shermans for 1 King Tiger, Wittmann felt that he had lost money, and the loss was huge. He could not afford to lose money by competing with the Americans. Soon,
It will be swallowed up and drowned by a steady stream of Shermans like poking a cockroach nest.
But at this point, there is no other way. No matter whether you think the battle was good or bad, the result is that it can no longer be changed.
There are two less King Tigers available on hand. The King Tiger that can still be commanded and mobilized, including his own half-disabled King Tiger that has damaged guide wheels and track pads and may completely stop at any time, has already been reduced to a single position.
Counting, there are only 9 vehicles left.
Nominally speaking, he commands half of the 101st Heavy Armored Battalion, but the number of tanks currently available is less than a quarter of what the 101st Heavy Armored Battalion would be when fully equipped.
To put it bluntly, Wittmann now feels a bit "too embarrassed", but there is no practical solution. In the end, he can only admit defeat.
"Keep fighting, the battle is not over yet, go support those armored grenadiers, they need our help, let's go!"
Wittmann knew that now was not the time for him to think about his troubles. Those armored grenadiers who were temporarily separated from the support of the armored forces were "extremely vicious". Without the support of King Tiger, they could still attack, although the advancement speed was a bit slower.
But in the end they continued to attack.
Wittmann was really afraid that the casualties of these people would be too great and he was involved in the game. Then the fun would be great. Without enough infantry to cooperate with the action to protect the Tiger King, it can only be regarded as having its teeth pulled.
Tigers used for zoo viewing. Regardless of whether they are Yankee or British infantry, they can easily approach and destroy these nearly 70-ton steel behemoths.
Although Wittmann did not like Heisenberg and his group of "bloodthirsty beasts", protecting them on the battlefield is actually protecting himself. Without the cooperation of infantry, tanks will definitely die. He can bear in mind
Wittmann, who understood this, immediately commanded his troops to take action again, moving closer to the Panzergrenadiers who were still fighting on the street.
Dong dong dong dong——
Whoosh--cracking--
"Damn it! Stop fighting, don't even fight! Put your head back and don't rush forward, it's the Yankee's heavy machine gun!"
If you can think of a way to deal with the suppression of the .30 machine gun, try to use tactics to see if you can knock it out.
So when facing the .50 machine gun with a larger caliber and more power, Heisenberg, who knew that this thing was definitely not something that infantry could physically resist, was still clear-headed.
The red tracer barrage that hit the head and face could almost set the air on fire, and the shrill and continuous screams of the bullets piercing the air were like the grin of death. Just being roared by this thing at a very close distance
It was already scary enough, and the masonry debris splashed on the wall around me could cut my face into pain.
If you really get hit by this thing, even if it's just a single shot.
Losing arms and legs in an instant is already the best outcome. The unlucky guy will even have his head smashed directly by this thing, cut into two parts at the waist, and the intestines and all the organs that can fall out will be wrapped in a big ball of blood.
In an instant, it was scattered all over the ground. The scene was so tragic and tragic that it was heart-wrenching to watch.
You could even think of it as part of "oppression," because that is exactly what it is.
He shouted loudly and raised his hands to press down, beckoning his men to temporarily stop the attack and not to continue rushing forward to die in the face of the Yankees' heavy machine guns from the commanding heights. The man on the street was beaten into pieces of meat.
A few corpses can already explain the problem. If we don't change the method at this time, no matter how hard we push forward, it will be meaningless.
"We need tanks. Where are those King Tigers!? Where are Wittmann and his men?"
What kind of commander leads what kind of soldiers? Heisenberg's deputy is also a tough guy with a bad temper who enjoys killing. He is holding the stg44 in his hand while reloading, and is currently cursing those who think it is true.
An extremely weak armored soldier.
"There is only one step left to break through the town's core defense. These iron-clad losers are missing now!? Did his mother pinch his head when he was born!?"
"Stop scolding! They are dealing with the Yankee tanks and they are still too busy to do anything. There is no use scolding them now!"
He signaled the deputy and the soldiers around him to continue to lean back and not stand too far out to prevent the Yankees' .50 armor-piercing bullets from penetrating the wall. Heisenberg had finished speaking.
Ge soon heard the answer.
"Then what should we do now? Are we just going to sit in this hellish corridor and let the Americans hold us down with machine guns until we die? Fuck me..."
call out--
The yelling here didn't even have time to finish. A roaring scream that broke through the air instantly resounded through the entire street, directly suppressing the remaining half of the curse on his lips.
Boom——
A huge explosion sounded instantly at the other end of the street, deafening, and the sound of shattering bricks and stones resounded again, carrying dust and smoke that obscured the view. The terrible and annoying "Lao Ganma" standing on the commanding heights of the second floor was heavy.
Machine guns have finally stopped completely.
"...Stop it, there are some things that you don't need to scold. I trust him when it comes to fighting, and he has never let me down."
Although each other does not agree with each other's character, conduct, and many other things, Heisenberg and Wittmann, the "battlefield enemies", still trust each other only in terms of their fighting ability.
This is the same as Wittmann was talking to himself in the commander's position in the car at this moment.
"It's really shameful to lead a manned attack against a heavy machine gun..."