Battle of the Third Reich

"Pay attention to the German infantry! They are instructing the target for the German tank. ←," Philip finally discovered the clue at this time. The German tank had eyes outside the car, and some German machine gun groups took the machine gun to swim in the bushes and the edge of the battlefield In the grass, they used red tracers to indicate the target position for the German tank.

Because at night, the environment is lush vegetation, the infantry machine gun group's target is very small, very suitable for covert maneuver. They can quietly approach British tanks and find targets in the dark night. The German tank only needs to find the trace of the red tracer, and then launches shelling at the bullet landing point, which is concealed and convenient.

At this time, one tank line could not withstand the positive pressure, and began to move. Three tanks lined up across the front of the Philip's car, and Philip's car had to slow down slightly.

The three Matilda bombarded the exposed German tank with a two-pound artillery shell and flew the surrounding trees with a machine gun. These shellings had no purpose at all. They looked like they were sent out indiscriminately. Occasionally, one or two shots hit the German tank, but they just exploded on the surface of the armor, blackened with a gray paint, and even bounced directly on the armor. The shadow is missing.

The German tanks are now clearly visible under the orange-yellow flares. Philip can even see the black and white twill shield marks painted on their front armor plates. Although they do not know what that means, they should be a sign of enemy identification. The turrets of these tanks are all painted with huge white-edged red land vehicle numbers, and they seem to be a newly formed force.

"A model that has never been seen, but the outline should be a four-type tank that appears on the French battlefield. The tracks and load wheels should look right. Is this a fire-powered type with a long barrel artillery installed." Philip In a very short period of time, the original face of the other party was recognized, and a judgment not far from the fact was made.

The German tanks turned away from the main building of the manor. They lined up slowly down the **** in a standard wedge-shaped assault team. They were completely indifferent. An artillery fired briefly. This kind of battle-like battle proved that these Germans were not rookies, but elite battlefield elites.

Philip found that only a German tank platoon was exposed on the front. From the perspective of the intensive firepower just now, the number of German tanks should be far more than that. So where are the remaining tanks hiding?

Philip turned his periscope to look at the hillside on the right. At this moment, a fire flared up from a bush not far away, and Philip saw a flame trailing out of the bush.

The thing flew forward for almost twenty meters with almost straight trajectory, and then hit the side armor of a Matilda tank with one end. Then a dazzling fireball lit up. Philip saw that the turret hatch of the Matilda tank was suddenly opened, and the flame from the turret was as high as four or five meters. The small exit now looked like a giant blowtorch. A figure with a tank helmet and a flaming arm appeared at the exit. He grabbed the handle next to the control tower and tried to climb out of the car. The poor man wailed and struggled there, and then fell back to the burning fire. In the furnace.

"Fire at the bush." ​​Philip didn't know what was flying from there, but it must be a German anti-tank weapon. There was a German infantry who killed four of his men. He can at least get one for them. Blood debt.

"Where are the bushes?" the gunner asked suspiciously. He just hit two guns of a German tank with two pounders. But he found that he couldn’t wear the German armor at all. He even watched his shells fly by the armor. The scene made the gunner’s heart cold. That’s really not the opponent he should provoke. less.

"Right, at three o'clock, under the tree, damn, those guys ran away." Philip slapped the periscope armrest in frustration. He saw three figures in strange uniforms drilled out of the trees. Then along the low tree wall, after three turns and two turns, it disappeared into the dark night.

Philip had gradually wiped out his original energy by the brutal battle at this time, the high adrenaline began to subside, and his successive deaths made him feel very angry. It also brings deep powerlessness and despair.

The flares from the British tank gradually extinguished, but the German tank did not re-hide into the dark night. The luxury mansion on the hillside was burning in flames. The two-pound gun of the British tank could not cause structural damage to the building. , But the burning agent in the warhead caused a fatal blow to the mansion.

The entire second floor of the building was lit by flames, and two heads of fire had burnt through the tiled roof. The flames sprayed out from the beautiful brown-red roof tiles. In the firelight, the thick smoke could be seen like a terrible monster. Under the firelight, the British tank could see the black silhouette of the German tank and the shine of the armor plate. Reflective.

The Germans no longer care about exposing themselves in front of the enemy, because they have weighed the enemy's weight, it is completely impossible to threaten their opponents, why should they secretly hide their whereabouts, and directly defeat the opponent directly, this is right The respect of the enemy.

The Germans no longer need any lighting. The 75mm armor-piercing projectile has created enough light sources on the battlefield to indicate the trail of the enemy. In addition, there are paratroopers and infantry walking to guide the enemy. The enemy has nowhere to escape.

The two tank platoons, which were originally intended to flanking around, returned to the battlefield. They destroyed the last British tank platoon hesitantly wandering from the side of the battlefield from the back. The platoon of tanks traversing from the front of the Philip was fired, and the three Matildas were shot by more than 12 German tanks in a mess. All the platoons were killed at the same time, and none survived.

When Philip recovered, he realized that he was the only British tank on the battlefield that was still intact. The Germans were coming from three sides. Looking at the steel beasts approaching slowly, the British major suddenly felt a bit of fear in his heart, and his tense spirit finally collapsed at this moment.

"Turn around, retreat, retreat at full speed!" Philip yelled at the driver.

"We can't run away, sir!" the cannon leader shouted loudly, and then he pressed the launch trigger and fired an armor-piercing shell, but the result was still useless.

"No, I don't want to die." The loader, who had remained silent, did not continue to reload. He squatted on the turret floor with his head crying, a recruit who was only 17 years old and had just passed him last month. day.

"Listen to my orders, turn around and retreat!" Philip was somewhat irrational at this time. He stood up and opened the hatch of the captain's command tower. The fresh air of summer night poured into the turret full of smoke. The young loader suddenly grabbed two steps and wanted to climb out of the exit. The major was kicked to the wall of the turret. The recruit whimpered and hugged his shoulders, curled up at the corner of the turret, and looked at his face with fear. commander.

"Trust me, I am the heir of the Philip family. I must be a big man. How can I die in such a place." Philip issued his declaration aloud, sounding like he was persuading his subordinates, actually more like He was persuading himself.

At this time, the Matilda turned the front of the car, showing a fragile tail in front of a company of German tanks. The British tanks drove full horsepower and stormed towards the road at the foot of the mountain. Strangely, there was no German tank firing at it. The Germans were lined up neatly, swaying behind the Matilda, as if sending off the tank.

"They didn't even open fire? Do I really have fate!" Philip could hardly believe the scene in front of him. The British major thought that he had encountered a miracle and was able to continue to live to make him overjoyed. He beat the gunner's shoulder hard, and then He hugged the loader's head.

The driver stepped on the accelerator and stared at the road in front of him. Without the lights, he could only blur the scene ahead. The tank ran over a decorative shrub, and a flat lawn appeared in front of him. It could be seen that the owner spent a lot of energy to modify the lawn. All the grass was as tall and flat as a cement floor.

The driver hit the lawn guardrail without hesitation, and the track turned fast and pressed the grass. The driver suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitations. He felt that the track did not seem to be crushed to the ground. Then the whole head began to lean forward quickly. The driver was horrified to find that the lawn seemed to be raising, facing him, and then the whole head Sliding down, two seconds later, a pungent icy water flow poured in frantically from the opening of the driving window.

It was not a lawn at all, but an artificial lake carefully excavated by the owner of the manor. Because no one had taken care of it for a long time, the whole lake was covered with a layer of duckweed. In the dark night, it looked like a flat The grassland is average, if you are not a local who is familiar with the situation, you will be fooled if you are not careful.

Matilda tank rushed into this artificial lake at full speed, sliding directly into the deepest lake center. The turbulent water poured into the cockpit from each opening of the tank. The tank sank diagonally into the bottom of the dark lake. The crew completely lost their direction in a dark and drowning fear. They could not find the exit at hand. Several people were pulling and pulling each other in the narrow turret, struggling to kick.

"That's Mount Arkham. There's a beautiful villa on the mountain, and its owner built it like a palace." Philip ripped the arm holding his collar tightly, which should be the loading armor In the hand, the child is now holding his company by the end, the rotten lake water is pouring from Major Philip's mouth and nose. Curiously, he finds that there is still peace in his mind. "Russell Manor? By the way, this place is called Russell Manor." The lake was already filled with lungs, and the tank company commander twitched a few times, then collapsed and stopped the last struggle.

A string of bubbles slowly rose from the hatch of the tank's command tower, causing a ripple on the lake at night. (To be continued.)