Steel Soviet Union

In May, Normandy, France, has beautiful scenery and pleasant weather. If it were a time of peace rather than war, it would definitely be an excellent holiday destination.

But at the moment, there are a large number of Allied troops on the British Island across the sea, ready to move. No one knows when the Allied forces will launch an attack in the next time and where the target of the attack will be. However, the German troops stationed in the Normandy region of France knew that one thing was certain. The Allied troops across the sea were not on vacation.

The clouds of war are hanging over the entire strait, getting lower and lower, and an unstoppable storm is slowly approaching.

For Wittmann, the leader of the SS First Class Assault Squadron, equivalent to the rank of captain in the Wehrmacht, today started as usual with a sparse and ordinary morning. His ears were still full of rumors, "Will the Allies come today?" Wittmann, who looked foggy and not too energetic after waking up, had long been tired of hearing such words, and he was looking forward to something new happening. .

However, it is best not to have something new like the Allied forces coming over. If Wittmann had time to spare, he would not want to fight with his head tied to his belt. To be honest, even as the top SS armored soldier, he was a little disgusted with this war that had no end and no idea when it would end.

Although he is still loyal to the head of state and his oath, this does not prevent him from hating this war. The contradictions of human nature always exist in a person in such a strange way. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜

"Hey, handsome guy! Good morning!"

"Huh? Ah, good morning, girl."

When Wittmann heard someone greeting him, he waved his hand casually in response. The lack of energy on his face must have meant that he had not slept well last night, but it aroused the interest of the girl who greeted him.

"You're in a bad mood. Did you have a nightmare last night?"

Being able to have some relationship with a German officer is something that many French girls dream of under the special background of occupation. Even if you are a lover of these German officers and have no status, many things in your life will be greatly improved, the quality of life will be improved, and it will be more convenient to do things. Even those who usually don't like you will become Much respect.

Mary came here with the idea of ​​​​trying it out. She was a waiter in an underground tavern in the town next door to the village where the 101st SS Heavy Armored Battalion to which Wittmann belonged was stationed. Come minutes away.

So whenever there is a chance, she will come to Wittman to try to promote the relationship and show off the rich charm unique to French girls.

However, this newly married and handsome SS officer seemed not to be interested in his charm. He had been running there every day for almost a month, but he still had no real response. This somewhat dampened Mary's self-confidence, but it was not a reason for her to give up.

As long as the hoe dances happily, there is no corner that cannot be dug?

Mary was confident that her charm was definitely stronger than those German women with thick arms and fat legs. The newlywed wife of an SS officer must be inferior to her in appearance and temperament.

What? You ask where this confidence and basis come from?

Please, if a woman still acts according to the rules and has a cause and effect for everything, is she still called a woman?

When it comes to self-confidence, the more beautiful a woman is, the less she needs a reason. It's as simple as that.

"No, it's just a simple case of insomnia and inability to sleep. Why did you come here so early in the morning? Don't you work at night? Don't you need to go back to rest in the morning?"

Although the tone still sounds pleasant, anyone with some experience in relationships between men and women can tell that Wittmann clearly hopes that the French woman will get out of here and go back to town to do whatever she wants.

But what about this Mary girl? However, he still pretended to be confused while still smiling, and he came up to him and grabbed Wittmann's arm.

"Take some time in the morning and go to my house for lunch. I will cook a full table for you."

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After hearing this, Wittmann was speechless, but his stomach could not help but squirm.

There is no other reason. Mary is really good at cooking.

Wittman and her had an intersection because when she and her brothers went to the underground tavern to drink, Mary made some random food and put it on the table. Wittman had a good time, thinking that he would try it again next time. As a repeat customer, it was convenient to chat with her, but I didn't expect that Mary would be bright with just a little sunshine, and it would never end from the beginning.

Although his stomach was sending signals that he wanted to go, Wittmann was still able to maintain the rationality of his brain to order and make decisions to his whole body.

Just when Wittmann was about to speak and reject Mary's proposal, something unexpected happened suddenly at this moment.

"Hey, Commander! I'm looking for you. There are some things you need to come over and take a look at right now!"

The man waving and shouting at Wittmann a hundred meters away was the newly transferred gunner Carl Wegener.

After the former gunner Bobby Wall, who had a tacit understanding of cooperation, was promoted and transferred to the position of commander on a new King Tiger tank, Wittmann could only accept the new gunner assigned to him by his superiors and "make do with it." use".

To be honest, Wittmann was quite satisfied with the new gunner.

Sergeant Carl Wegener was 24 years old at the time. Just by looking at this age, you can tell that he is not a rookie who just joined the war. How is it possible that recruits these days are still 24 years old? It's hard to find 20-year-old recruits, but any 24-year-old must have actual combat experience, as is the case with Sergeant Carl Wegener.

Before joining Wittmann's crew, Sergeant Wegener was a gunner on a Ferdinand heavy tank destroyer and had great experience in the ballistics and practical application of the new 71-caliber 88mm main gun.

After being tempered in the Battle of Kursk and several subsequent battles of various sizes, he is already a "master" who can use the Long 88 at a distance of one thousand meters, with a 90% chance of hitting a stationary tank target in the first launch.

This data may be nothing compared to those main battle tanks of later generations, but you must know that tanks or tank destroyers these days do not have those high-end fire control equipment. Being able to achieve such a high first hit rate with a gun scope and pure manual operation is not a god-level figure, so who else is?

Also because he was very familiar with the performance of the Chang 88 main gun, Wegener was eventually selected as the successor gunner of the Wittmann crew.

Although the KWK tank main gun and the PAK anti-tank main gun have different names, they are the same in terms of ballistic performance and types of ammunition used.

If you can control Ferdinand's long elephant trunk with ease, you can naturally control the sharp sword of King Tiger.