Chapter 75 The Final Showdown

It was exactly the same as what Malashenko had hoped when he arranged the battle plan.

At present, the German mechanized mixed column that had completely entered the village had encountered the dilemma of being unable to deploy due to the narrow terrain.

After encountering the black gun armored ambush that cut off the front and rear and ate the middle, the German tanks and half-track vehicles that were blocked from retreating were stuck in the middle of the road because of the wreckage of their own tanks.

The German infantrymen who were originally accompanying the German tanks on the left and right and responsible for providing anti-infantry cover for them were also suppressed by various bullets and could not raise their heads for a while. At present, this German mixed attack force commanded by Lieutenant Heisenauer can be said to be like a mouse in a bellows, being bullied from both ends.

Almost at the same time as Malashenko's No. 177 vehicle emerged from the bunker, the two Soviet T34 tanks ambushed on other positions on both sides of the village road also roared their engines and rushed towards the already precarious German troops. In an instant, the German army, besieged by four Soviet T34 tanks, almost instantly lost the initiative on the battlefield under the terrible situation of being attacked from both sides.

Facing this passive desperate situation that can almost be said to be as bad as it can't be, it is natural to imagine what decision Heizenauer, who has never had the words "failure" and "surrender" in his dictionary, will make.

"All crews and units, rely on the houses on both sides of the village road to defend. Infantry guard the courtyard and set up machine guns, and the armored company and assault guns immediately focus on the Soviet T34 tanks, quickly!"

Before Heizenauer's order was finished, Wittmann's request from the other end of the communicator suddenly came out at this time.

"Lieutenant Heisenauer, forgive me for being presumptuous, but for possible tactical needs and arrangements, I suggest that we find a way to open the retreat route!"

Listening to the advice from Wittmann, the young and energetic Heisenauer was not very interested in the sergeant platoon leader of the assault gun platoon, whose rank was much lower than his. However, when he thought of the terrible ending that if his side continued to fight like this, the whole army might be wiped out here, Heisenauer gritted his teeth and finally put aside his face and chose to put the overall situation first.

"Okay, Sergeant Michel, I'll do as you say!"

"Order your assault gun platoon to immediately knock the wreckage of the destroyed assault gun aside to make way, but the order to retreat must be issued by me personally, understand!?"

Hearing that the arrogant Lieutenant Heisenauer was not a complete lunatic, Wittmann, who had already recognized the final outcome of the current battle and did not point it out, immediately responded in the affirmative.

"Got it, Lieutenant, we'll do it right away."

When Wittmann, who received a clear order from Heisenauer, began to turn the car around and ordered the driver to drive straight at the wreckage of the Type 3 assault gun that blocked his retreat, the 300-horsepower Maybach gasoline engine immediately pushed the Type 3 assault gun, which weighed just over 19 tons, to make a tooth-grinding metal friction and collision sound.

Through the driver's observation window in front of him, he saw the burning wreckage of the destroyed Type 3 assault gun slowly being pushed by the violent collision of his car. When he thought of the cruel fact that the bodies of his comrades were still being burned by the flames, the driver who was responsible for driving the tank to complete this task immediately felt very uncomfortable.

"Michelle, how did things develop to this point? Merritt, Hagen, Chris Bowman, and Fisher, none of the four of them could escape, and now I have to personally insult their corpses, what on earth is this?!" Listening to the driver Coldenhoff's heavy voice and almost choking words, Wittmann, who knew that he had a good relationship with the four members of the destroyed crew, could not help but sigh and comfort him. "Koldenhoff, you know what you should do, I believe in your judgment. Pay tribute to the dead, and then fight for the living, do what you should do."

"You know, of course I know, I fucking know what I'm going to do now!"

With his red eyes wide open, he pushed the joystick at hand and finally pushed the burning wreckage aside. Before Wittmann, who had completed the road clearing task, could report, a series of explosions from the front of the entire German column followed again.

"Lieutenant Heizenauer, we can't penetrate these Soviet tanks! Their T34 tanks are too defensive!"

"Lieutenant, we can't get around them! The Soviet T34 has blocked us on the road, and they are even faster and more flexible than us! Oh, damn, he pointed his gun at me! Bescher, fire to stop him!"

Boom--

A loud explosion that went straight to the sky echoed in Heizenauer's ears along with the unfinished words of the No. 3 tank commander. Heizenauer, who was a little panicked but more desperate and angry, had lost his last sanity and ignored it.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings! I don't believe these damn Ivans are still invincible!"

While cursing, he stretched out his hands, took off his pair of black leather armored gloves and threw them away. In anger, Heizenauer decided to go into battle himself and immediately slapped the gunner Wolf's shoulder in front of him and spoke loudly.

"Go aside, Wolf, let me deal with these Ivans!"

Gunner Wolf, who was expressionless and somewhat numb, did not say anything after receiving Heisenauer's order, but vacated his position. The exasperated Heisenauer finally returned to the gunner's position where he started but had not sat for a long time, and began to turn the turret steering adjustment wheel and the main gun elevation adjustment wheel in his hand at the same time to turn the muzzle towards the target in one go.

In the field of view of the gun mirror in front of him, he saw the No. 3 tank located in the center of the German armored column, and began to slowly turn the turret to try to turn the muzzle towards his own car.

Second Lieutenant Iushkin, who was quite confident in the defense of his T34 tank, was still unwilling to take such a shot from the Germans in vain, and immediately began to turn the turret of the T34 tank to the direction of Heisenauer's car with the same skilled operation speed.

In the turret steering machine speed competition that tested hand speed and physical endurance, Heizenauer finally won slightly. Possessing almost all the necessary excellent professional skills of a qualified armored commander, Heizenauer finally managed to get one step ahead of Iushkin on his own and aimed the black 50mm main gun on the Type 3 tank turret at the target.