What rumbled in the commander's periscope was an entire US armored column.
The white circle five-pointed star was extremely conspicuous under the sunlight. Those ignorant American soldiers who were joking and joking, who had no idea that the god of death had raised the sickle towards their necks, even sat on the butt of the tank and talked and laughed.
Even though the enemy is numerous and we are outnumbered, we are alone.
Wittmann, who was lurking in the shadows and had the advantage of attacking first, still planned to do this. He was convinced that he had the confidence and ability to do it, just like when he created the so-called "legend" in the eyes of others in Pokaki Village.
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For true legends, legends can definitely be copied and created again, and Wittmann himself firmly believed in this.
"Load armor-piercing rounds, gunner, prepare! Aim for the first lead vehicle at the front!"
"Little American lolita, come to daddy~"
"The armor-piercing bullets are good, loading is complete!"
"Aimed!"
"Then, fire!"
Before the huge sound of artillery hits the ears, the roar of supersonic shells screaming through the air has already arrived and is implanted in the mind.
call out--
Boom——
boom--
Just like a shiny silver knife cutting through the first slice of breakfast bread in the morning, Wittmann's No. 007 car, which ambushed from the side, succeeded with one blow and poured in with a bang.
The 105mm full-caliber hooded armor-piercing projectile with strong impact energy easily penetrated the armor of the first M26 "Pershing" lead vehicle without any effort, instantly killing this new US tank that was officially put into battle not long ago.
It turned into a torch and burned brightly.
"Oh, God! What happened!? What the hell was that?"
"Fuck! Who the hell is going to save my leg! Where is the medic!?"
"Peterson was hit, they are all finished! Repeat, Peterson and the others are finished"
The commander of the second tank Pan, who followed closely behind, had not had time to finish his words. In such a short reaction time of just a few seconds, a second attack that was completely unexpected came violently again.
call out--
Boom——
"God! Farke! What happened? What's going on outside! Report, report quickly!!!"
"Black's crew was hit, and the ammunition exploded! They are also finished, Black and the others are finished!"
"Shit!!!"
The entire radio channel was filled with the noisy shouts and shouts of US armored soldiers. In fact, even if you don't look at these steel behemoths, the situation outside the tanks is almost the same.
The American soldiers who were thrown off from the tanks that were killed in the explosion either threw themselves on the street, or fell to the ground on their backs. Their bodies, whether dead or alive, fell to the ground, bleeding endlessly, and no one cared about them.
care.
A flaming man emerged from the first blazing car, but it was not so much a "person" as it was a moving torch that was almost indistinguishable from a human shape.
The ball of fire just fluttered randomly from the tank wreckage and rolled to the ground. After a few seconds of burning fire, it stopped making any movement and fell to the ground.
There are only two things left in that raging fire, the burning flame, and the fuel for the flame to burn, that's all.
Panicked, the surviving American soldiers ran away like frightened rabbits. Not knowing where the enemy was, and without any combat orders from their superiors, they all ran down the road slope one by one and hid on the reverse slope of the dirt road. This was
It is the most meaningful thing they can do at the moment within their cognitive scope.
After all, if you lose your life, there is no point in saying anything, right?
In fact, the commander of the US armored forces in the middle did not realize a problem until now.
No matter what the enemy is, no matter how many there are, in short, the most difficult situation is now hitting the top of one's own head.
Not only was the leading car killed, but even the tail car met the same fate.
The Fascists on the opposite side cut off the head and tail as soon as they took action, blocking the forward or backward path of the US tank column on the dirt road. The remaining tanks stuck in the middle were unable to advance or retreat for a while, and were blocked to death.
, if you want to resume maneuvering, you must at least complete the turn.
But this is no easy task for Pershing, who has a total combat weight of 41 tons and only has a small heart of 500 horsepower installed in the engine. What Sherman can easily do, Pershing is unlikely to be able to do.
Don't expect this thing to be as flexible as the leopards in the German zoo.
"Damn it, we're caught! We can't move!"
"Shut up! Turn, turn quickly! Back up the road! Quick!"
"But I saw the infantry hiding under the slope."
"Fuck the infantry! They have eyes. They will avoid the tank when they see it turning upside down. Turn the fuck around and reverse it!"
So is it really going to be that easy?
The slight smile on Wittmann's lips did not approve of this, which was obvious.
"Target, US tanks on the dirt road, fire at will!"
"Armor-piercing bullets, release!"
boom--
There was another roaring sound that broke through the air, and the third round of armor-piercing projectiles wrapped in a streamlined hood blasted out hotly, heading straight towards the target again.
Another scene occurred like a red-hot boning knife stabbing a cream cake.
As an M26 Pershing was turning, a 105 mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile was shot from the oblique side, directly piercing the side armor on the left front of the turret. After the projectile penetrated the armor plate, it hit the vehicle head-on.
The gun is breechlocked and explodes instantly.
The shattered projectile fragments, the armor fragments brought up at the moment of penetration, and the blazing flames emitted by the projectile explosion.
Metal and flames were entangled together, setting off a steaming death storm throughout the turret.
The luck was pretty good, at least the ammunition did not explode on the spot, and there was no fire. However, the "good luck" of the entire US military vehicle crew was limited to this.
The exploding charges and high-speed ejection of metal fragments not only instantly emptied the three crew members in the turret, but even the driver and co-pilot in front of the vehicle under the turret were affected and burned by the rolling flames and fragments from behind.
Roast the back of the head, penetrate the back, and die on the spot are the only possible results.
After all, Pan Datou, whose historical positioning once jumped between medium tanks and heavy tanks, is really not a car with a very spacious interior. It was penetrated by large-caliber, high-charge armor-piercing projectiles.
The front end of the turret is armored and then the whole vehicle is "taken away". This can only be said to be reasonable and not unexpected. There is nothing surprising or strange.
"The third car is dealt with, continue!"
Master Wei's "Fruit Ninja" game is still going on.
"There are three rounds left, shoot on time! Loading is complete!"