Chapter 2360 there will always be a girl's singing echoing on the handsome shore
Chapter 2360 There will always be a girl’s singing echoing on the pretty shore.
Author: Ke Ji丶
Chapter 2360 There will always be a girl’s singing echoing on the pretty shore.
As a grassroots commander and an ace armored soldier, Major Klose's record is far less famous than Wittmann's. He ranks first on the list. He is not even in the top ten of the list. He is still far away.
But there are at least some common topics between him and Wittmann, such as now.
"It seems that you are driving the latest 105 King Tiger? I heard that this thing is very powerful, and it is also issued with a new armor-piercing bullet developed in secret. It can open cans for Americans and British people."
"Many people are circulating that this thing is enough to suppress the Russian IS6 and let us turn defeat into victory. I see that the battlefield is also full of Yankee tank wreckage and corpses. Is this all made by one of your vehicles? It looks really good.
It’s very strong, I mean the tanks and the people are very strong.”
As a "trial VIP customer" of the first batch of early mass-produced 105 King Tigers, Wittmann could only respond with a wry smile and slowly shake his head after hearing Klose's words, and continued walking with Klose.
On this battlefield ruins, he spoke while walking.
"Is it powerful? To be fair, it is indeed very powerful. This is the most powerful German tank I have ever used since I joined the army. This is indeed true."
"The protection is almost impeccable, and the maneuverability has been greatly improved. The new engine has enhanced horsepower, and a new transmission system has greatly reduced the load on the entire power system, and the average trouble-free hours have also increased. It is even more impressive.
What I’m happy about is that this semi-automatic loading 105mm main gun has high penetration, high initial velocity, high aftereffects, high precision and fast loading. It has advantages all over.”
“But it’s actually not enough.”
Accompanying the words was a lament that was not too short. Before the confused Klose could ask questions, Wittmann took the initiative to continue.
"Before, I was curious about how the quartermaster came to the conclusion that the new bombs can't actually penetrate the Russian IS6. Did they go to the Eastern Front for battlefield testing in advance?"
"Now I know. It was probably tested using the cars you have in hand. This can indeed lead to a very definite conclusion, and it is real enough."
"But those Russians can use large-caliber grenades to kill us alive. The grenade charge fired by the 122mm main gun is irregular. They did this on IS2 before, and they are even more unscrupulous on IS6, because
It is very difficult or impossible for us to hurt them."
"Unless you are lucky enough to send an armor-piercing projectile along the position of the gun mirror, the probability of hitting that small weak area in actual combat is simply lower than the probability of Stalin dying suddenly of a cerebral hemorrhage tomorrow. The Russians can swagger close to improve the situation.
The accuracy of the grenade hit, they fired at close range, and then they used the explosive charge they were proud of to kill us, but we couldn't do anything, and it would be useless if we tried, just because the caliber was too small."
"The new "silver bullet" has a higher penetration depth, but what's the use of it? The increased penetration still can't penetrate the IS6's main protective zone. What's the difference between this and no improvement? The answer is there is no difference.
It just makes it easier for us to deal with Yankee tanks on the Western Front."
"As you can see, the new "silver bullet" is indeed better able to deal with the Yankee's super big-head tank. It can penetrate the gun shield at medium and long range combat distances and kill the big-headed monster head-on. But this kind of comfortable combat is only It’s limited to the Western Front. I can even think of the situation on the Eastern Front battlefield. Even if the new 105 King Tigers are completely refitted, they still won’t have much effect.”
Major Klose, who also came from the Eastern Front battlefield, nodded. He could understand the situation Wittmann said, especially after personally trying out how unreasonable the Russian's 122 grenade was. It was even more impressive.
"Then since you are so pessimistic, I am really worried about you after arriving on the Eastern Front battlefield."
Wittmann didn't even realize the huge amount of information in these words for a moment, and just subconsciously continued to speak along with these words.
"Pessimistic? Actually, I am not pessimistic at all. Life and death are just one life. I have already realized it from the moment I put on these clothes, even if I die on the battlefield."
In the middle of his words, Wittmann suddenly stopped and his words stopped abruptly.
He suddenly turned his head to look at Major Klose beside him, only to find that the old man had a mysterious smile on his face and said nothing. Wittmann, who couldn't believe that his ears heard him right, couldn't help but ask questions again and again.
"Wait a minute, you just said, return to the Eastern Front? Did I hear you correctly?"
Major Klose, who had a mysterious smile on his face, just nodded. When he was about to speak, he took out a piece of order from the document bag hanging on his waist and handed it to Wittmann.
"Actually, I'm here to convey an order to you. I'm just rescuing you because I want to ensure that the order can be carried out. I also have my own mission to complete."
"It's very unfortunate news that the 502nd Battalion was just wiped out by the Russians on the Eastern Front. You don't need to ask who did it. Let me tell you, the notorious "Iron Butcher" Malashenko and his men Stalin’s guard force, that’s what everyone calls him and his minions, isn’t it?”
"After losing the 502nd Battalion, there is now a huge armored force on the Eastern Front battlefield, especially a shortage of heavy armored force. We don't even have a qualified battlefield firefighting team to block the gap opened by the Russians. No matter what, This is absolutely not possible. We need a new force to take the place left by the 502nd Battalion, so."
"So the people above selected the 101st Heavy Armor Battalion, am I right?"
Major Klose, who was struck by Wittmann's words, nodded and then continued to speak.
"Actually, I shouldn't have conveyed this order. You are the SS and I am the Wehrmacht. We both dislike each other now. This has nothing to do with you and me, it is just a fact."
"But I heard that you went out alone, almost crazy to challenge so many Americans. If you want to convey the order to you, you must have a strong force to execute it. After choosing, there is no one more suitable than us, so it is now so."
"I think we can get along well? I should say that's a good thing, otherwise it would be very troublesome to convey orders."
"Say whatever you want. My mission is complete now. Just do as the order says."
"There is no need to take away the equipment. Someone will take over it and continue fighting when it is left on the Western Front. When you get to the front line, there will be a batch of new vehicles waiting to be handed over to you, and your official promotion order will also be waiting for you there, so actually now you I'm both a major and battalion commander, so we're on the same level. Of course, it doesn't matter if you SS men don't call us that, it means the same thing."
"If there's no problem, I think that's all. Do you have anything else to ask? I have to leave in a moment, and there's a lot of things waiting for me to wipe my ass."
Compared with the traditional image of most serious and stereotyped Germans, Major Klose is a lot more funny, and his way of speaking is quite comfortable, but this is still not enough to offset the seriousness in Wittmann's eyes and words.
"Since we are going to the Eastern Front to block the fire and put out the fire, I think I will bump into that Malashenko. I guess even if I say I can beat him, you probably won't believe it."
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Major Klose, who just laughed without comment, did not make any reply, but solemnly patted Wittmann on the shoulder to encourage him and wish him good luck.
After a brief acquaintance, the two parted ways and began to go their separate ways.
The train to the east line didn't go very fast, it could even be called very slow. It was so slow that people felt drowsy from this hard-to-pass and uncomfortable garbage time. Only Wei, who was sitting on the hard seat and leaning in front of the table,
Terman is leaving the last words in his diary, or battlefield essay, which he has not opened for many days.
"I don't know what's waiting for me ahead, but I think I should be sure that I will fight to the end, until the moment the battle ends, no matter how."
"No matter what the method is, dear, the leader will definitely engrave the greatest and most glorious moment of victory in the history books of all mankind. What is about to greet my comrades and me will be an unprecedented and huge victory.
.I am full of expectations for this, and firmly believe that we will be able to achieve it. I am fully confident in this, so let the crane spread the song of victory to every corner of the world. Let us sing a song of victory together. The moment of celebrating victory is about to come.
arrival!"
Close the cap of the pen, put down the pen in his hand, and write a piece of paper full of words to express his love and longing. At the end, Malashenko blew the letter paper gently, confirmed that the notes were dry, and then sealed the letter paper.
I have received the envelope and put it aside for now to be mailed.
Slowly raising his head and looking out the window, the two men saw not only calmness and determination, but also an irrepressible desire and deep longing for victory.
"I will definitely go back safely, Natalia. The girl's singing will always echo on the beautiful shore forever."