Chapter 62: Forward! Assault Guns! (Part 2)

Holding the telescope in his hand like a predator looking for prey, he kept scanning the quiet Soviet village in front of him that was shattered by the German artillery.

The reason why the young Heizenauer could become a lieutenant while other peers were still struggling in the soldier class was not only related to his father who was listed as a major general in the German General Staff, but also his outstanding combat skills and superb command art in previous battles.

Feeling the bumps and shakes of the Type 3 J tank under him, which was still moving forward at a constant speed in the second gear due to driving on the off-road road, he did not find any suspicious and valuable targets within the field of view of the telescope in his hand. Lieutenant Heizenauer, who was covered by the golden light of the rising sun and was wearing a dark SS uniform, immediately pressed the communication button on his throat.

"Keep the search formation and keep moving forward. Vehicles 23 and 24 move forward and be ready to respond to possible Soviet infantry at any time."

The vehicles 23 and 24 mentioned by Heisenauer are two German Type 2 tanks belonging to his battle group.

Equipped with a KWK30 55-caliber 20mm rapid-fire machine gun and a 92mm MG34 machine gun, this small tank with a combat weight of only 2 tons is now outdated, and even the BT series fast tanks and T26 light tanks, which are the largest and most common in the Soviet armored forces, cannot be effectively dealt with.

But there is no doubt that this 20mm machine gun and 92mm machine gun, which are like tickling the tank armor, are magic weapons that can effectively kill low-protection targets and soft targets.

In the German armored forces, the Type 2 tank is more often responsible for anti-infantry support. It can not only easily penetrate the artillery shield of any Soviet anti-tank artillery group with its rapid-fire machine gun, but also kill the Soviet artillery group hiding behind it.

The light combat weight of only 2 tons and the auxiliary combination of a 92mm MG34 machine gun can make this little guy as fast as a rabbit efficiently kill those unprotected soft target infantry when it is immune to basic infantry light weapons attacks.

Before the enemy's tank troops are discovered, using the Type 2 tank to deal with any Soviet ambush infantry that may suddenly appear is the first combat deployment order made by Lieutenant Heizenauer.

After receiving the order from Lieutenant Heizenauer, the commander of the battle group, the engines roared and accelerated forward. The two petite Type 2 tanks immediately drove to a position closer to the front of the entire battle group, ready to meet any Soviet infantry that might appear.

Hearing the order from Lieutenant Heisenauer in the communicator beside his ear, he saw the two Type 2 tanks that had been moving forward according to the order through the commander's periscope in his hand.

He frowned and kept scanning the seemingly peaceful and dilapidated Soviet village in front of him, feeling a little uneasy. This indescribable feeling was like a sixth sense, constantly provoking Wittmann's tense fighting nerves.

Through the small mirror hanging on the wall not far in front of him, he saw Wittmann's solemn and tense expression behind him. Gunner Klink, who was sitting in front of Wittmann and ready to enter combat at any time, was quite puzzled by this.

"What did you see, Michel? Where are those Ivans hiding?"

"I don't know, Klink. But I always have a hunch that something is wrong in this small Soviet village. It's like the devils of hell have set up traps and are waiting for us to break in and swallow up our battle group."

"The devil's trap of hell? Ha!"

After hearing the rather solemn words from the tank commander Wittmann, the gunner Klink, who did not agree with it, waved his hand lightly and said in a half-joking tone.

"You are an SS tank commander, Michel, not one of those sentimental bards. Look at this small Soviet village. The houses are dilapidated as if they had suffered a natural disaster. How could there be a living Ivan waiting to ambush us in such a village?"

There was no direct answer to Klink's almost teasing answer. After adjusting the tank commander's periscope to another angle, Wittmann, who continued to observe the situation within his sight, finally spoke.

"Fool! Don't you think the silence in this village is a little scary? It's normal for people to be killed or hide and keep silent, but when have you ever seen those animals and guard dogs in captivity keep their mouths shut after being frightened? Or do you think that all the animals in the village were also killed by our artillery fire?"

"Uh, this"

Wittmann was speechless in an instant because of the rapid-fire words that came out of his mouth.

As Wittmann said now, the cattle, sheep, livestock, guard dogs and sheepdogs kept in the homes of Soviet farmers are not well-trained Red Army soldiers.

These animals that survived the previous artillery preparations were either running around or tied in doghouses barking. The barking of dogs in groups of three or two or in a row could be heard clearly even in tanks hundreds of meters away.

But at the moment, the Soviet village in front of them, which seemed extremely dilapidated and had just been baptized by a round of artillery fire, was as quiet as a ghost.

This strange scene without any strange sounds, even the barking of dogs and the scattered frightened animals, was completely unlike what should happen after the bombardment. If you have to say it, the gunner Klink, who was slowly awakened by Wittmann's words, finally reacted at the last moment and realized what the problem was.

"Damn it, this is a trap set by Ivan and others for us, Michel! Those dogs and beasts have long been..."

Swoosh——

Boom——

A BR-350B 2mm wind cap armor-piercing grenade that was instantly ejected from the barrel immediately broke through the air with a muzzle velocity of up to 655 meters per second, and the whistling sound broke through the silent sky above the village.

Gunner Klink, who had just realized that something was wrong, hadn't finished speaking when the Type 2 tank that had been penetrated by the main armor on the front of the vehicle body immediately exploded like a bottle of champagne that was opened after being shaken violently. The hot fuel tank and ammunition exploded, directly lifting the small turret that was as thin as a steel plate into the sky several meters high.

"Kill one! Kirill, armor-piercing shells, quick!"