tiger

Just as Eric was cursing the French army in the opposite woods, while huddling and shivering and hiding in the crater, ready to meet death, he finally discerned a different sound from the rumble of artillery fire.

It was an inaudible sound of steel rubbing. Although it was small and unpleasant, it was exceptionally clear at this moment, as sweet as classical music.

That is the sound of the tracks crashing when the tank is moving at high speed!

"God! God! Reinforcements are coming!" Hearing the sound of tanks marching from behind, Eric shouted excitedly, and his fear dissipated. He even boldly leaned out of the crater and looked back. go.

But he didn't see the German tank he wanted to see.

A great disappointment replaced the previous ecstasy.

"What are you doing? Where are the tanks? Where are the reinforcements?!" Eric roared in a collapsed sky.

"Boom!" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a flash of fire in a large bush not far away, and a grenade dragged with orange-yellow light flew straight towards the forest that was spraying fury into the field.

After a loud bang, a two-person hug was directly exposed, and the roots were exposed, and the culprit who caused all this also rushed out of the bushes, revealing his true face - a whole car. Slightly low (relatively speaking, but still a giant) Tiger tank with a steely murderous look.

"Grenade loading!" Wittman ordered, sticking his head out of the tank hatch and looking at where the shells landed.

"Understood! Grenade loading!" After hearing the order, Joseph immediately pulled the propellant shell out of the gun chamber, then pulled out a grenade from the ammunition rack beside him at the fastest speed, stuffed it into the gun chamber, and closed the gun. Latch, "Grenade loaded!"

"15° to the left, launch!"

"Boom!" As the tank trembled, another grenade escaped from the barrel and flew in the direction Wittmann pointed.

Then after the grenade exploded, there was nothing but broken wood on the ground.

"Grenade loading!" Wittmann ordered again.

"Understood!" Joseph drew a grenade from the ammo rack again.

"Boss, can I ask what exactly we are fighting?" Gunner Wall couldn't help but ask while Joseph was loading.

"I don't know." Wittman shook his head sullenly. "My intuition tells me that what is hidden in that wood is not the French artillery position reported by the infantry, but something more dangerous."

"More dangerous? Could it be... a tank?" Wall was stunned.

"Filled!" Just when Wittmann was about to speak, Joseph closed the breech again.

"15° to the left, launch!"

Another grenade rushed towards his target.

After the grenade hit Wittmann's target, the forest finally came back to life - it threw four silver trailing objects at Wittmann's car No. 1331.

That's four armor-piercing rounds!

"Pfft! Boom! Boom! Pfft!" Four consecutive sounds indicate that two of the four armor-piercing bullets hit the soil, while the other two hit the steel behemoth with the word "1331" painted on it. Let this beast weighing dozens of tons shake violently twice.

"Damn! Damn! We got shot!" Joseph yelled.

"Calm! Calm!" Wittman touched his head, where he accidentally knocked because of shaking, "We weren't penetrated! Joseph, in front of you is a 100mm thick cold-rolled steel armor with a steep angle. Didn't you notice that we even put out the fire?"

Joseph quickly calmed down, glanced in front of him, and let out a long breath.

As Wittmann said, with the current frontal protection of the Tiger, there is indeed no artillery that can penetrate at this distance. Even if the Tiger tank's own 88mm long and multi-diameter anti-tank gun is used, it must at least be close to It can only be penetrated at 300m.

"Why do they have anti-tank guns? Didn't they say flat-firing howitzers?" Joseph felt a little humiliated by his performance just now, and he shouted angrily.

"I said, there shouldn't be the howitzer positions reported by the infantrymen." Wittman said slowly, "The infantrymen were suddenly struck by artillery of this level, and they must have been stunned, so they subconsciously thought that the shells were shot by howitzers. from."

"Platoon commander! Platoon commander! How are you?" The concerned voice of the commander of Car No. 2 came from the earphone. "I saw you were hit in the front by two armor-piercing bullets!"

"It's fine! Just scratching the itch." Wittman replied indifferently.

"Ha, I thought I could be promoted to platoon commander." After hearing Wittmann's voice confirming that he was all right, the second commander heaved a sigh of relief and joked.

"Haha, there are not many things that can kill me Wittman." Wittman smiled, "Obviously, this forest is not among them. Alright Retzker, come out, let's go to the woods and meet the French! "

As soon as Wittmann's voice fell, the other three Tiger tanks rushed out of their respective shelters and drove towards Wittmann's direction.

"Hey! Dude! Dude!" Just as Wittman directed the huge tiger to slowly retreat behind a shelter, a voice came from the back of the tank.

Wittmann looked back suspiciously, and it turned out that an infantry officer was crawling and crawling to the side of the tank.

"Are you all okay?" the officer asked.

"The Führer is here, we are fine." Wittmann replied politely.

"That's good, man..." Eric said halfway through, and suddenly saw the rank of SS captain on Wittmann's shoulder, and quickly changed his words, "Uh, sir..."

"It's alright." Wittman laughed twice, "You must be the commander of this infantry company, right? What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to ask if we could be of any help?" Eric asked.

After listening to Eric's words, Wittman originally wanted to refuse, but he looked at the blood on Eric's body - obviously not his own - and changed his mind.

"Can you follow us with your infantry? I think we need some cover," Wittmann said.

"No problem!" Eric chuckled twice, then crouched up and trotted to the back of car No. 1331.

At this time, the other three cars almost reached the Wittmann's car, and the assembled three rows began to spread out and maintain a certain distance, and pressed towards the woods side by side.

Along the way, the infantrymen who were lying on the ground to avoid the artillery fire saw their tanks start to press forward. When the tanks passed by, they rolled to the back of the tanks, then stood up and quickly ran behind the tanks, followed by the four behemoths slowly towards the woods. move.

And the anti-tank guns in the woods didn't just watch the German tanks press on them, and the anti-tank shells shot at the four tigers at a speed several times the speed of sound. "The sound left only a few small pits on the front of the tiger's face.

Just when the tigers reached the edge of the woods, what was inside finally revealed the front face - French heavy tanks no less than tigers in size!

"Very good!" Wittman laughed out loud, looking at the enemy several times his own, "Maybe you don't know, I've been looking for you for a long time!"