The desolate wilderness is full of traces left by the war, and the air is filled with corpses and the smell of blood and death.
Dead horses, dead cows, and the carcasses of various livestock were piled up haphazardly in the abandoned wilderness. Flies and bugs were buzzing around the pile of rotten meat. There were even dead bodies on the side of the roadside that might be the owners of these livestock.
The corpse fell dead.
This was something that would have alarmed reporters from all walks of life in peaceful times, but now no one cares about it at all, and even the few living people not far away are turning a blind eye to it.
"How's the situation? Can it still be repaired?"
"Don't ask me, ask this 70-ton beauty. I can definitely fix it if she gives her face, but I doubt I can serve her. It looks like the guide wheel will give out completely if it lasts only a few kilometers at most."
Cai. The spider web lines are cracked into the wheel. I don’t have a spare wheel. Can you tell me how to fix it?”
The two SS armored soldiers squatting next to the car were guarding the guide wheel at the front of the car body, looking east and west, and from time to time they used the small hammer and wrench in their hands to hit it. The only thing that was certain was that this thing
The situation is really fucking bad.
"She should have been replaced a week ago, but no spare parts have been sent until now. I'm really curious about what happened to our logistics. It doesn't matter if the oil is not enough, and there are no spare parts. What is the next step? Isn't it?
There’s no place to go to resupply even after firing the shells?”
Listening to the complaints from gunner Wegner next to him, Wittmann, who was smoking behind the butt of his No. 007 105 King Tiger command car, exhaled a fairy breath, with green eyes still coming out of his mouth.
Yan Yan immediately spoke.
"Let's be optimistic. At least you still have the minimum fuel and ammunition that can barely sustain the battle. Whether you get it from other scrapped cars or pump the gas out of the cars abandoned on the roadside, at least you have it. Unlike others
Some people are so short of supplies that they can only throw away their good cars, but if you think about it from their perspective, you will feel that the situation is actually quite good."
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Wegener, who did not directly acknowledge it and certainly did not deny it on the spot, shook his head and spoke again with a wry smile.
"You are always so optimistic, so optimistic that you can inspire everyone."
"What else? Do you want me to cry with you? Then I might as well get rid of this military uniform and dress up as a civilian and run away. Why should I continue to stay in such a ghost place and cry with you."
Wittmann was not a very fond of joking unless he felt it was necessary, like now.
But after all, jokes cannot replace the sad reality. Not long after setting off, there were increasingly strange noises from the car body, which made the uneasy Wittmann order to stop and check. Only to find that the car had been seriously injured before and was seriously damaged in the battle.
Most of the guide wheel has been cracked, covered with spider webs, and there is only a small distance left before it is finally broken.
As the driver just said, it is estimated that after just a few more kilometers of off-road driving, this cutting-edge 105mm command type Tiger King will be completely paralyzed due to the scrapping of one side of the running device, and then it will just
To be able to abandon the car and have the entire crew run away on foot was simply unacceptable to Wittmann, who was originally on a forward reconnaissance mission.
Under the premise that supplies are already extremely scarce, if you lose all your cars, you really can't do anything and can only stare. Who knows when will the next time you can get new cars, or maybe?
There will never be such an opportunity again. Wittmann, who was extremely clear about the shape of the entire battle situation, certainly knew this and knew it well.
"So, what should we do now? Continue to carry out the mission, or return home before these motorized hours are completely used up?"
There are only two choices before Wittmann: withdraw from the original route while he can barely run for a while, or. Or, with the mentality that it doesn't matter if he throws away the car, continue to move forward to perform reconnaissance.
The task of enemy situation, although it is likely to be a futile effort, and the vehicle may be completely paralyzed and abandoned before the enemy is even seen halfway.
"We have no choice to keep going. It's useless even if we go back now. There are no spare parts available for us to replace. The car will still be disabled by then, and there is nothing to take it away for repair. We can only throw it away."
"Instead of doing this, it is better to let it exert its last bit of value, and at least try to let her die a worthy death."
It's easy to say, but not necessarily easy to do. Anticipating what Wittmann might say, Wegener just ran forward in a hurry, catching up with Wittmann as he turned away and spoke immediately.
"What about us? Do you also want us to die a worthy death?"
Wegener's tone was not heavy, and even sounded a little relaxed.
This tone of indifference to death did not match his age at all, and even Wittmann's tone immediately afterward was the same.
"If it's possible, then why not? A man should always have a destination."
Wittmann was not afraid of death, and fortunately the crew members who fought alongside him were the same. At least this would not cause Wittmann, who was "who only wanted to lead everyone to think", to be shot in the dark by his own men.
Wittmann, who had summoned the crew and prepared to continue his journey, gave the order for the driver to start and continue moving forward.
If the intelligence is correct, climbing over the small ditch in front is the best ambush point, and there will soon pass a US armored column. This is another group on the front line that has just been repelled and ran away, and hastily withdrawn
The news brought by the Wehrmacht infantry was that this group of troops, mainly composed of American armored columns, had defeated them.
Wittmann, who understood the enemy's situation, decided to attack boldly. Even though he only had 4 King Tigers left that could move and fight, and the other three were either under repair or the crew was out "picking up garbage and looking for oil" and could not take immediate action.
Despite the circumstances, Wittmann still decided to set off alone.
In his words, if he didn't attack, none of the three still usable King Tigers could be saved. When the Yankees rolled up, none of us would be able to escape. So we might as well go out and try our luck and buy some time.
, maybe there is still a chance for a comeback.
But what Wittmann did not expect was that just when it arrived at the ambush point and ordered it to be turned off and parked, leaving the last bit of motorized time available for tactical maneuvers that may be needed in the battle, an unexpected situation would occur at this moment.
Point, it happens suddenly.
"Wait a minute, something is coming! Wittmann, there's a Yankee on the road! A Yankee tank is coming!!!"
Among the shadowy grass on the roadside, there are larger vehicles with obvious identification features that are completely different from most of the previous US military armored combat vehicles. Wei already knows the name of this vehicle and has a certain understanding of it.
Seeing this, Terman couldn't help but frown, and then blurted out ominous words.
"Shit! It's a Yankee Pan! There are quite a few of them!"
This is the last part of the Western Front plot. After that, the Western Front plot will be merged with the Eastern Front plot. The plot of Lao Ma and Master Wei meeting again at the gate of Berlin will unfold. This is also the ultimate purpose of paving the way for the Western Front plot. This
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