The helpless gunner really failed to see what Major Anderson, who has a better field of view, just saw. Under the premise that it is not an optical channel, what your commander can see with a wide-angle telescope does not mean that the gunner can also use a narrow-angle gun scope.
Can be seen.
The reaction speed of King Tiger's ambush and retreat on the opposite side was really too fast, fast enough to be said to be done in one go. The final result was that a large number of US tanks, including Major Anderson's command vehicle, could only
Aim at the smoke in a rough two o'clock direction and do blind concentrated fire shooting, and draw a collective draw.
Boom boom boom——
Boom——
Under the "stars cheering" the Sherman cannons firing one after another, the M29 "Thomas" heavy tank's 105 mm thick-tube cannon, which was more than one level more powerful, finally began its first roar.
Various armor-piercing bullets of different calibers and sizes rushed toward the smoke, which had long lost track of its target.
The number of whizzing armor-piercing projectiles was so large that even though Wittmann had commanded the car to start to reverse diagonally and was not hit directly, he could still hear the armor-piercing projectiles whizzing almost against the turret.
The passing wind shrieked, shrill and terrifying.
Whoosh——
call out--
Hu-hu--
"Damn it! What are those Americans shooting at? Are they shooting randomly?! Are they aiming at this!?"
Gunner Wegner, who could also hear the terrifying roars one after another, was frightened. The dull sound came from under the thick gas mask and echoed in the car that was already filled with a considerable amount of smoke. In response,
But Wittmann, who was also wearing a heavy gas mask behind him, spoke without thinking.
"Don't worry, those Americans don't know our specific location! Let them continue to fight!"
"Driver, move forward at two o'clock! Move to the edge of the woods, move forward to the attack position and prepare to reverse as before, and the gunner is ready to shoot! Load the silver bullet!"
Perhaps there is no more courageous and wild commander than Wittmann, at least those who are still in the German field troops, those who are fighting on the front line, whether they are in the SS or the Wehrmacht
There are no such "crazy" commanders anymore.
The time went back to two minutes ago. When he was commanding the car and it was about to rush out of the sea of fire, Wittmann was choked to tears by the smoke that filled the car. He was coughing repeatedly and could not abandon the car. He had no choice but to pull out of the car from behind.
I rummaged through the turret storage box and found the gas mask I had obtained from that bastard Heisenberg.
There were not many, exactly six sets. The six round gas mask packaging barrels contained six gas masks issued by the infantry.
Wittmann, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, left one set for himself and quickly distributed all the remaining five sets to his brothers. He had to put them on quickly and get through this situation first, so as not to end up in this situation.
The car could still drive and move, but the people were all covered to death and turned into bacon in the car.
The driver, who was so focused on driving that his tears couldn't stop streaming down his face, didn't even have the time to put on a gas mask himself. Hershel, an idle mechanical and electrical engineer sitting next to him, hurriedly helped him put it on his head.
But at the moment when the gas mask was put on his head, Wittmann's breathing suddenly became much better, and suddenly an idea flashed through him.
The Americans want to use this forest fire to burn themselves alive in the woods and turn them into grilled suckling pigs. So why can't they do the opposite and take advantage of this forest fire, using the camouflage and smoke of the smoke?
Protection against those Yankees?
People go down in history as being deviant rather than sticking to the rules.
The daring Wittmann knew that there was an absolute disparity in strength, and that his opponent had fully reacted and that he had lost the opportunity to ambush and attack on the battlefield. It was simply unrealistic to rely on conventional means to win.
The more unexpected the enemy, the more likely they are to win. Wittmann has always believed in his intuition and battlefield judgment, and it was the same this time.
"Change to the left, we're not leaving! Stay in this smoke and strike out from the shadows! Kill these Yankees!"
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Although they were confused and even shocked when they heard this order, just like any time in the past, Wittmann's brothers unconditionally trusted their commander. On the battlefield,
The commander's order is supreme and must be resolutely implemented. Even if it seems like we are heading towards the abyss, we must work together and go there together.
This is the most basic condition for being called an "ace team", and it is also the absolute prerequisite for galloping in the battlefield.
When Wittmann commanded his lame Tiger King No. 007, he appeared at the edge of the smoke with the camouflage grass that was blackened by smoke all over his body and even a little bit lit by white phosphorus sputtering, and slowly entered the fighting position.
Stop the car, look for high-value targets through the hazy and low-visibility smoke edge vision, barely aim, and prepare to shoot.
The group of U.S. tanks on the opposite side, which had not had time to cease fire, were still fighting happily, firing gunfire, completely unaware of the deadly danger emerging from the shadows.
With a sinister smile on his face, Wittmann was grateful for his intuition and prompt decision-making. All of this was worth doing and proved to be effective. The order to speak decisively was immediately blurted out.
"Fire."
boom--
call out--
crackling——
Major Anderson was so angry that he still hadn't fully reacted to it, so he couldn't fully accept it. The King Tiger that suddenly appeared on the opposite side actually penetrated the M29 "Thomas" heavy tank with just one blow.
The proud front mantlet armor of the turret.
That's a fucking 203mm physical thickness of the gun mantlet armor! Taking into account the equivalent bonus brought about by the incorrect incident angle, it starts at least 230mm, and is equivalent armor protection at a distance of at least 500 meters.
Then how could the Germans penetrate the M29 turret frontal armor that was not completely vertically incident at a distance of 500 meters!?
Is this fucking reasonable!? Can it still be justified!?
So what happened to the German guy’s King Tiger? Is it the Super Aryan King Tiger? The shampoo guy’s “Excellent Special Tank”?
An incoming projectile penetrated the front armor of the turret, detonated the charge directly inside the M29's huge head turret, and exploded on the spot.
Fortunately, the huge head of the M29 has an unusually ample internal space in the turret. It is this huge internal space in the turret that fully dilutes the blasting effects of the German armor-piercing projectiles. It neither caused a fire nor was the ammunition killed.
It exploded, and the breech of the gun and the crew members in the turret were all blown up on the spot, and it was extremely miserable.
"Take Peterson and the other wounded and abandon the vehicle immediately! No. 112, I repeat! Abandon the vehicle immediately and withdraw from the battle!"
"Copy that, we're abandoning the car! Peterson is seriously injured. Damn it, God."
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The radio channel was full of painful gasps and desperate echoes. The gunner who heard the sound while the main gun was being reloaded could not help but speak quietly again.
"Now we are the only ones left, we are the last Thomas."
With only anger burning in his eyes, Major Anderson gritted his teeth and blurted out his answer instantly without any hesitation.
"I'm going to take out the German guy's intestines to lubricate the tracks! You son of a bitch! Keep fighting, and we must destroy that King Tiger!"
More updates, and the climax cannot be interrupted, brothers, please wait!