Even under the dim light inside the car, the silver-gleaming warhead can still shine dazzlingly through the thin smoke that fills the car. This may be why it is painted in a conspicuous silvery white appearance.
One of the reasons why Wittmann called the new armor-piercing bullet a "silver bullet".
The shiny silver projectile was placed on the loading slide rail, ready to go. The main loading hand responsible for controlling the loader pushed it with his big hand, and the propelling cartridge stored in the loader along with the front-end projectile was instantly released.
It is pushed into the chamber and loaded.
"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"
"Now, stop the car! The gunner aims at the big-headed monster and prepares to shoot!"
"receive!"
The huge steel body once again appeared from the edge of the vast sea of fog, but it was completely different from the last time. The location changed.
The heavy but not cumbersome turret drives the ultra-long fishing rod main gun to quickly aim at the target while rotating, and the black muzzle roars and fires again as if in the blink of an eye.
But at this moment, the targeted opponent was no longer as defenseless as last time. He was sneak-attacked by the shadow again. He witnessed the roar of the huge black shadow appearing vaguely from the edge of the white fog, and instantly resounded throughout the whole place.
The radio channels are deafening.
"At one o'clock, King Tiger appears! All crews, all fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!!!"
Major Anderson's reaction, whose nerves had been completely stretched to the extreme, was not unpleasant. Both his dynamic vision and keen awareness were impeccable. He roared almost at the same time as King Tiger stopped to take aim.
Open your mouth.
But the Tiger King was one step ahead after all and took the upper hand.
Following Major Anderson's instructions, the U.S. military began to search for the target, and after obtaining the target's accurate silhouette, it began to take aim. It was already doomed to be a step too late.
"Aimed!"
"Very good, fire!"
boom--
While Pershing, Sherman, Thomas and a large number of American tanks were still turning their turrets to take aim, the silver projectiles whistling like death's scythes came once again with the Arrancar of Death.
call out--
Ding-ding——
Kakaka——
"Shit! Falk!!!"
Got hit!
These were the only words that came to mind and echoed in the mind of Major Anderson, who had a huge metal collision and roar echoing in his ears, and even his body was shaking for an instant. This was the only reaction in that flash of lightning.
The next second, Major Anderson, whose ears were still ringing and whose head was hit by a sledgehammer, struggled to grab the radio transmitter that fell on the top of the turret. He knew clearly that as long as
He is not dead yet, and this broken car has not exploded and destroyed, then he must be able to control his body and do what he should do next. This must be completed.
"Don't let it run away, focus your fire and attack! Quick!"
After striking out, no matter how effective it was, Tiger King, who never lingered at all, began to reverse the car again. Major Anderson could already see through the telescope that Tiger King was trembling again and starting to slowly retreat. The surrounding fog once again shrouded it.
Around him, the huge figure is becoming more and more erratic and about to disappear.
But this time, the turret under him continued to rotate! The gunner in the turret was still aiming as fast as possible and with all his strength. Major Anderson could feel it so clearly and was ecstatic!
"Children of the beach! I will definitely send you to heaven!!!"
"All the Americans are targeting us! Back up the car, back up the car quickly!"
"The fastest! It can't be faster! This is a 70-ton thing, not a Bobcat reconnaissance vehicle!"
"Damn it!"
Bang--
Wegener's expression and face were all tense and distorted to the extreme. He screamed hoarsely. His fist to vent his emotions once again hit the gun block next to him, completely ignoring any pain. No matter how much he screamed and roared, he could not stop this broken car.
A faster and deeper feeling of powerlessness lingered around me like a nightmare and could not go away.
Until the flash of muzzle fire and the roar of the Arrancar that he witnessed followed closely, tearing the nightmare apart, but what followed was an even deeper fall into the abyss.
Ding-ding——
Ding Ding Ding——
Kakaka——
Buzz——Hu——
"It was hit! The main armor was hit by more than one bullet!"
"The right running gear is out of order! The track may be damaged and we can't move!"
"."
When that terrifying, ear-numbing sound like a demon grinding its teeth came from under the car, the echo lingered inside the car.
Wittmann, whose ears were filled with this terrible sound, knew that what he was most worried about had finally come at this most terrifying moment. The already lame King Tiger was eventually paralyzed on the battlefield due to the destruction of its walking device.
on, completely unable to move.
"What to do, what to do next? I listen to you, tell me!"
Before Wegner could finish his words, outside the vast sea of fog, he vaguely saw a huge hazy figure suddenly paused in the shadows. Major Anderson, who no longer retreated, answered his subordinates' questions with a grin and a roar.
"What else can we do? Charge forward and kill the nemesis. They can't move! Everyone spread out, commando type, and charge forward!"
The thin mist at the edge of the vast sea of fog could not cover the huge dark shadow of King Tiger, nor could it stop several SS armored soldiers from clearly seeing the despair coming towards them.
"Do you want to abandon the car and surrender?"
When the captain's slightly thoughtful words sounded again in the car a moment later, the slightly stunned face just gave an answer without thinking.
"Fuck abandon the car, I will never surrender! I will never surrender to those trash and incompetent Americans! We killed and injured so many of them, we don't expect these bastards to let us go! Let them come, I will follow
They fought hard to the end, but my main gun can still be used!"
"."
Wittmann, who looked directly into Wegner's eyes, knew that this was his true thought and that he was not trying to be brave, so he turned his gaze to the surroundings in the car again and looked around.
"Don't ask, the answer is the same! We will never surrender! Let's fight those Americans! We will fight to the end! Just like we once swore, all this should come to an end! We can compete with Germany's strongest ace car
We will die in the same steel coffin without any regrets!"
"Yes! Die without regrets!"
"Fuck the Yankees, let these cowards come! Let's fight!"
"Long live Germany!!!"
Wittmann had clearly learned the thoughts of all his comrades. He nodded slowly and then issued what he thought might be the last battlefield order in his life and career as a soldier.
"Then let us fulfill our oath! All members of the No. 007 crew will go into battle!"
"Load the silver bullet, the gunner repeatedly aims at the target and prepare to fire!"
"yes!"
The violently galloping tank group continued to approach. Major Anderson, who had completely opened the distance between the vehicles and charged forward in an assault formation, was confident that everything would end here. The road leading to the final three hundred meters sprint distance.
This is the countdown to the death of the German!
"Don't open fire! Don't blow up that coffin, I want to capture them alive! Drag those who are still alive out of the car to me, and I'll take care of them myself!"
Fighting to the death, King Tiger reloaded his artillery shells and prepared to take aim at the target for the final battle. Thomas, who was unwilling to let his opponent die, could not let go of his obsession with revenge and led a large group of tanks with an absolute numerical advantage to charge forward.
The scale of victory seems to have tilted to the bottom and the dust has completely settled.
But the most unexpected things often happen at the last critical moment in a way that no one expects.
Never give up until the last lesson. This may be the key to victory that every armored soldier should master, regardless of faith or nationality.
Boom——
When the familiar sound of cannons that had never been heard again across a long land distance and a long time roared again from the other direction on the battlefield.
Wittmann, whose eyes were as wide as bells, would never have imagined that he would actually hear this violent loud noise again at the final moment "before his death" that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
That, together with the violent sound of artillery that had not been heard for a long time, was a memory of gun smoke that was buried in the depths of my memory.
A distant memory that even Wittmann himself thought he would never have the chance to regain again, never imagined that it would reappear at this moment in such an "impossible" way.
When the cold wind carried away the smoke, the huge figure of the Tiger King was finally fully revealed.
Wittmann, who was still alive and not dead, finally saw clearly what the thing that he would never think of in any case was.
The Western Front chapter is a little long, but it does meet my expectations and basically presents what I want to present. Although this battle plot is short, I believe it is exciting enough. The important thing is to prepare for the subsequent East-West storyline.
The foundation has been laid for the merger.
Tomorrow will be the last chapter of the Western Front plot. After that, the Eastern and Western Front plots will be officially merged, returning to the perspective of Lao Ma, and what follows will be an even more exciting battle.