"Not two, but three! There are two more big-headed monsters, keep fighting! Load up the armor-piercing bullets!"
The almost roaring voice from Wittmann brought the worst bad news: there were not two but three super-large tanks of the American army on the opposite side. The information that the mechanical and electrical engineer Heschel saw on the tree branch
It's not accurate, the trouble is even greater than expected!
One was eliminated, but there were more left. The remaining two US military super iron-headed monsters were the real problem.
"Damn it, can we penetrate the front of that iron-headed monster? That thing's head is so big and scary!"
Wegener, who once didn't believe that the head of this new US tank was "that big", now believes it. The huge and bulky monster clearly visible in the gun scope has a greater visual impact than any US tank in the past.
Shocking.
The missed shot just now made Wegener dare not underestimate the powerful defensive power of this valuable US tank.
A shot to the back of the head would ricochet away on the spot. Now that the monster has basically turned around, will hitting the front of it really be effective? Can it really be penetrated?
Wegener expressed doubts about this, and for the first time he was not confident about the unparalleled 105 mm tank gun in his hands.
But no matter what, you have to do what needs to be done, and some things must be tried after all, even if it is destined to be ineffective.
"Aimed!"
"Loading complete!"
"Fire!"
boom--
The King Tiger hiding in the jungle opened fire for the third time, and the muzzle fire and flames that instantly spurted out once again rushed straight towards the US military precious tank that had just completed its turn and pointed its body and turret in the direction of the enemy.
go.
Ding-ding——
Crack--
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As the saying goes, whatever you fear will come. Even though Wegener was worried to the extreme, the thing he feared most would eventually happen again without mercy.
The incident angle of the projectile that hit the lower left part of the front armor of the turret was still not very good. It was visible to the naked eye that it had a considerable armor bonus to the US Army's big-headed monster tank.
Wegner didn't know the physical thickness of the frontal armor of the turret of the precious US tank. He only knew that the shells he fired once again failed to penetrate, leaving a large deep hole on the huge gun mantlet.
After the hole, it was ruthlessly shot away again. This time it was shot downward and directly into the soil, causing green smoke to rise everywhere.
"Damn! Why is the head of this thing so hard! How can I hit it through!?"
Wegner, who lost control of his emotions for a moment, punched the steel breech block at hand with his fist. He ignored the pain in his hand and just screamed.
Wittmann knew that this problem was not enough to completely break Wegener's defense. He was just venting his dissatisfaction. It was his own unique way of venting. Such a situation did occur during the reloading period of the main gun. Previously,
There is, but it's very short-lived.
As for what to do specifically, Wittmann already had an idea in his mind at this moment, and it was time to reveal the trump card he had left at the bottom of the box.
"Take out the "silver bullet", load the "silver bullet", and load it immediately!"
"yes!"
Among the many ancient legends circulating in Europe, silver bullets are the ultimate ace weapon used to deal with vampires and werewolves.
Those legendary demon hunters only need to load a silver bullet into their firearms, and then accurately shoot it into the head or heart of a werewolf or vampire to instantly end the life of the evil spirit that is causing trouble in the world.
, eliminate harm for the people, make yourself famous throughout the world, and be grateful and praised by people.
From the German army's own perspective, the so-called "silver bullets", the kind of ammunition that Wittmann gave a strong nickname, are certainly not the kind of special bullets with magical power used by the legendary demon hunters.
It is a type of new ammunition that is produced in very rare quantities. Even elite ace crews like Wittmann were only allocated single digits of 5 rounds of new ammunition.
It has not been used before, firstly because the stock of this shell is too small, and secondly because Wittmann really did not find any target worthy of such a super shell, and ordinary full-caliber hooded armor-piercing shells are enough to deal with it.
Now, faced with such a difficult situation and an unprecedentedly powerful Yankee tank, Wittmann believed that the time had come when he had to use a "silver bullet".
As the saying goes, “If you don’t use it now, when will you wait?”
As soon as Wittmann gave such an order, Wegener, who was in charge of gunnery and aiming, instantly looked back and saw an expression of affirmation, trust, and trust in the eyes of Wittmann, who was looking into his eyes.
True emotional communication between people often does not require words. Just one glance at each other is enough to communicate information.
"Loading complete!"
"Go on, hit the front armor of its turret! It's the easiest place to hit. Try it again!"
"Leave it to me!"
call out--
Boom boom boom——
Puff puff--
Wegener's confidence was once again boosted and he was about to show off to the Americans. Before he even finished speaking, something unexpected happened suddenly and unexpectedly.
The Yankees, who had already completed the turn, began to take action. A burst of roaring artillery shells came indiscriminately, shooting into the woods and exploding everywhere, like a blind shooting that could not find the target at all to embolden themselves.
But are the Yankees really engaging in pointless shooting?
Not necessarily, Wittmann and his brothers in the car soon realized what the Americans were actually doing with their seemingly headless attacks.
"Damn it! The artillery fires smoke bombs! Those Americans fired all smoke bombs! There is smoke everywhere, and you can't see anything clearly!"
As Wegener completely lost his vision and cursed loudly, the white smoke that diffused from the smoke bombs had quietly filled the entire forest, completely enveloping the Tiger King at an extremely fast spreading rate.
Wittmann's command vehicle lost its field of vision and could no longer continue precise shooting, but this did not matter to the US military.
Because the U.S. military on the opposite side actually had no idea from the beginning how many enemies there were in the woods and where they were hiding. After being camouflaged by the "carefully dressed" 70-ton tiger-striped lady in the lush foliage, she was able to hide in the woods.
I have to say it is really clever.
"No, we have to get out of here! The woods are on fire! If we stay here any longer, we will be burned into roast suckling pigs by the Yankees! I can't see anything!"
The artillery-fired smoke bombs sent by the US military across the way are not simple smoke bombs. They use white phosphorus as an incendiary agent. The high temperature of thousands of degrees ignites the trees in the jungle in just an instant. The Yankees on the opposite side are still crazy.
There was a series of crackles, crackles, and explosions everywhere in the woods. If you continued to stay in this damn place, there was a real danger of being burned alive.
Wegener's words were quickly recognized by Wittmann, and the order from the commander was officially issued.
"Driver, start! Rush out and take us out of here! Face the enemy head-on!"
Now we have to do this. The only way to stop sitting there and wait for death is to go out and fight the US military head-on. A battle between 70 tons and 70 tons of steel is about to begin.