Chapter 2311: Seizing the Road and Killing

Chapter 2311?? Seize the road and intercept

No matter whether the US military is willing to admit it or not, and what its mentality and views are, reality always needs to be faced. No matter how cruel it is, it will force you to face it and you cannot escape it, just because this is a battlefield.

For the current U.S. armored forces, the most terrifying thing is that in the hands of the Germans on the other side of the street, not only do they have the most powerful tanks with far superior single-car performance than their own, but the Germans who control and drive these tanks The level of eliteness is also far beyond imagination and extremely terrifying.

Is there any hope of winning against such an opponent?

Not to mention that other US armored soldiers were unsure and even panicked. Even Brad himself nervously clutched the radio transmitter, sweating on the top of his forehead.

Brad was not afraid of the fighting skills of those Germans. To be fair, Brad never felt that he would be inferior to those Germans. He had this confidence.

But the quality gap between the enemy and our tanks is really huge!

Even if we get the chance to fight the Germans again, what will happen to the situation we face then?

When the roaring Tiger Dynasty rolls over your face and points its black muzzle at you, what can you do at that time? The entire frontal defense of King Tiger is almost indestructible in front of Sherman. How can we defeat these hateful steel treasures head-on?

Powerless! Deeply powerless!

Brad has never felt the helplessness so clearly as now. If he had a more powerful tank, he might not be able to create miracles, but the miserable reality he faced was such that it was counterproductive.

Although I don’t want to admit it, this is the reality.

My group is launching the final charge of the knights like Don Quixote. A row of houses across the street, the Germans at the other end of the street still don't know what kind of strategies and tactics they are using to deal with their own side.

Unknown and powerless, the darkness ahead was like a huge mouth of an abyss waiting to swallow anyone who dared to get close, and it seemed that he had no choice but to lead his comrades closer to it little by little.

"Keep going! Speed ​​up and rush over, don't give the Germans another chance!"

Brad was still unwilling to give up. This was the final result he told himself and all his brothers, with sweat on his head and big beads of sweat on his forehead. Today all this must come to an end, a complete end like a man's.

The huge steel body roared forward, and the wide tracks rolled over the broken bricks and tiles on the street, making bursts of sounds. The King Tiger with the turret call number 007 had already reached the final distance from the target location and was just waiting to charge.

"Crash it over! Give those desperate Americans a surprise!"

Only a small part of the second floor, which had been destroyed by direct-aimed artillery fire, was left. The collapsed roof and the floor of the second floor also damaged the first floor beyond recognition, like a prehistoric relic.

Collapsing and crushing such a dilapidated and crumbling building is no problem for a heavy armored tank with a total combat weight of nearly 70 tons. The only thing that needs to be considered is whether the body can still carry it after a violent impact. Can't bear it.

"I hope the guide wheels and track shoes can still hold up!"

The driver Heinrich still remembered the damaged points where his precious car was injured. The track shoe was missing almost half, and the guide wheel with dense cracks was worrying.

I was really afraid that the walking structural parts that seemed to be almost unable to hold on would be completely struck and broken into pieces by this noisy impact, but the only thing I could do for this was to pray silently in my heart.

Bang——

There was a ruckus——

Bang bang crackle——

There was another sound of walls collapsing and houses falling, and the oars and oars were wiped out. Before the American Sherman column on the other side of the street even had time to react, the entire house in front was crushed and collapsed, and the smoke and dust instantly filled the air. The field of vision was flooded and blocked the entire road ahead.

"Fuck! What happened?"

"Damn it, I don't know! The building collapsed and I can't see anything! You son of a bitch!"

Before the noisy shouts on the radio could finish, a frightening sound came from the smoke and dust of collapsed walls and houses that covered the road ahead, obscuring the view.

Buzz - buzz -

"Driver forward! Gunner ready!"

The huge steel body rushed out like a ferocious beast breaking out of a zoo cage. The tall and slender barrel was like a spear piercing the curtain and piercing the smoke. It had a sense of conquest and was enough to make people at close range The terrifying figure of the U.S. armored soldier crying for his father and mother facing it was completely revealed at this moment.

"Fuck, it's Tiger King!!!"

"Fire!"

boom--

The roaring sound of the cannon shook the air and impacted everything around it. Even the smoke and dust that washed the air from the collapse of walls and houses were making way for the king, and were forced to retreat to the surroundings under the impact.

Wittmann, who was already ready, ordered to fire without hesitation, the first moment he sighted the nearest target.

The gunner, who had already had a silent tacit understanding with the commander during the long partnership, knew the target and no longer needed verbal instructions to confirm it. The armor-piercing projectiles shooting out of the gun muzzle were already whizzing towards him.

Boom——

Another more violent explosion, the 105 Sherman at the front of the team, the last car turned into the first car, didn't even have a chance to resist, and was killed by a 105mm full-caliber capped armor-piercing bullet in a single shot, leaving only the dazzling flames of the explosion.

"Armor-piercing bullet, 100 meters! King Tiger in front, fire!"

The remaining American armored soldiers were not fools, and it was more urgent to quickly deal with the enemy in front of them than to care about the tragic death of their comrades.

Boom——

Swoosh——

Ding-bang——

As if there was no suspense, the armor-piercing bullet that hit the upper edge of the front armor plate of the King Tiger was directly bounced away, and it was useless except for a long string of sparks and ballistic scratches left on the armor plate.

"Next! High-speed armor-piercing shells, load!"

The Tiger King 007, which had left the smoke and dust, was already motionless, without any exaggerated charge and close combat as in the movie plot.

The battle-hardened Wittmann knew very well how to control the steel behemoth in his hands, which had both obvious shortcomings and advantages. There was no need to fight in close combat with the Shermans on the opposite side who were smashing bottles like wine bottles.

"Armor-piercing shells are good!"

Crack--

Bang--

The sound of the semi-automatic loader resetting and falling almost sounded at the same time as the breech block closing and hitting. Everything was ready, just waiting for hunting and fighting.

"At eleven o'clock, the closest target, fire!"