Steel Soviet Union

Chapter 1656 Who gave it to me? (Down)

Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence does not hate his own infantry for "escape" and abandon the tanks and run away. In fact, under the current situation, it is useless to let the infantry stay and wait for death. You can still use armor that cannot be penetrated by tank guns. Do you expect infantry weapons to penetrate him? Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence knew this very well. x ̸͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆c̶͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇͕̺̲̹̔̈́ ́՝͝m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̌̌

However, even though he understood that this situation was the reality, Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence still felt desolate in his heart.

Thinking about my majestic 7th Armored Division galloping through North Africa, Rommel was beaten and driven straight into the sea. How come he was beaten like this when facing a mere German tank? Is this reasonable? Did the fearless spirit of fighting every enemy go into the dog's belly?

No matter how desolate and lamentable one feels in one's heart, it is all in vain. The cruel reality is always more acute and urgent than one's subjective emotions.

boom--

There was another thunderous cannon blast, and the horrifying explosion of ammunition rang in Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence's ears again.

It’s hard to count how many Cromwell tanks this was that were blown away by one cannon and knocked into its soul by one shot. Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence only knew that under the fierce bombardment of the German monster tank on the opposite side, his own Cromwell tank As long as the tank is hit by bullets, no one will be spared. The best situation is that the ammunition that was not hit on the spot will explode. As for the armor, it is just like paper and cannot be counted on.

"There are 7 vehicles left! Load armor-piercing rounds, continue!"

"We're done with full-caliber rounds! We only have sub-caliber rounds and grenades left!"

"What!?"

Upon hearing this unexpected situation, Wittmann suddenly turned around, and all he saw was the tired and sweaty panting expression of the loader with a helpless expression on his face.

"The last caliber bullet! After firing the sub-caliber bullet, load the grenade! We must kill all these British guys, quickly!"

"yes!"

The extremely large and spacious interior space gives the King Tiger an amazing ammunition capacity. It stands to reason that no King Tiger should have insufficient ammunition.

You know, when Wittmann came this time, even the ready-to-fire ammunition rack on the back of the turret was fully stuffed. Together with the second ammunition rack on the car body, he brought a total of 28 rounds of full-caliber armor-piercing ammunition up and down the whole vehicle. This is already This is equivalent to the total amount of shells in the entire Russian heavy tank.

All 28 full-caliber armor-piercing rounds have been fired, which means that Wittmann's No. 007 King Tiger has fired 28 times since the beginning of the battle.

Based on the principle of one shot at a time, Wittmann suddenly realized that he might have killed a full 28 British vehicles without knowing it.

is it possible? Is the real number really that high?

Wittmann, who has always been tense with fighting nerves and has no time to count the numbers carefully, doesn't have much free time to care about this at the moment. The only goal in his eyes is to completely kill the remaining British guys and fly them away. It's that simple. .

The last few British tanks, surrounded by burning steel wreckage, were still making a last-ditch effort to resist. Wittmann, who was loaded with sub-caliber tungsten core armor-piercing bullets, would not show mercy to these last British guys. .

The sub-caliber tungsten core armor-piercing projectile, which is absolutely a killer for vertical armor, is extremely ferocious. Unfortunately and coincidentally, the Cromwell tank with an old and outdated design is precisely the vertical armor, which is penetrating the terrifying sub-caliber armor. Tungsten core armor-piercing bullets are just like window paper in front of them.

"Fire!"

boom--

"Go on! Next one!"

boom--

The loud explosion was so loud that it was about to tear the eardrums, destroy the nerves, and even the soul was about to tremble.

When there were only the last five British tanks still moving on the road, something unexpected happened to Wittmann.

The British armored soldiers scrambled out of their vehicles like bereaved dogs. One by one, they all ran towards the downhill slope of the road in a panic. Wittmann even saw one who was too panicked. The unlucky guy fell down twice in a row, but quickly struggled to get up twice in a row, and then staggered forward, regardless of the pain.

After fighting to a state of selflessness, Wittmann realized that any unit has its limit of endurance. These British guys who were killed until their nerves were numb and their souls were trembling, finally remembered that there was a life-saving method of abandoning the car and running away, but This was not a bad thing for Wittmann, who was about to run out of armor-piercing ammunition.

"It worked! We did it! The British guys were all scared away, and we did it! Haha!"

Having accomplished an incredible feat that he could not even imagine, the gunner Wegner, who was already wet with sweat, was as happy as a child at the moment. If it weren't for the lack of space in the car, he would have danced.

However, everything is not over yet. The battle is only in the first half and has not yet come to an end.

"Turn the muzzle to two o'clock! The British guy in the village broke open the house and came out!!!"

Blessings come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.

There were only five rounds of continuous caliber tungsten core armor-piercing bullets left, but what appeared in Wittmann's eyes was a British reinforcement force that was far more than five tanks. The slowly stopping swinging car body and shaking turret had already filled the black hole. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at himself.

The fastest tanks that bore the brunt of the attack were the two long-nosed Yankee tanks that had just brought him a great sense of crisis and were lying at the entrance of the village.

Wegener had tried his best, but his aiming efficiency showed that he could no longer catch up with the British tanks on the opposite side. Wittmann felt a chill in his heart and knew that he would have to rely on his armor to hold on and pray that he would not be penetrated. .

It was in this last lesson of life and death that changes that Wittmann did not expect suddenly occurred again.

Boom boom boom——

Three huge bursts of fire shot up from the ground in an instant. The three British tanks, including the long-nosed Yankee tank, were all reduced to a pile of torch wreckage in the strong explosion. They turned into steel and burned almost at the same time. Corpse furnace, death on the spot.

"Wittmann! Are you okay!? I hope we're not too late."

The Second Company of the 101st Battalion, which was ordered by Wittmann to stay in the rear and was ordered to come to support only after the battle began, finally arrived. The Tiger King's cumbersome and slow cross-country advance slowed down the support time. The commander of the Second Company who led the team could only hope that His belated support was not too late.

As for King Tiger 007, who had been hit by countless bullets and was cut into pieces as scarred as a cutting board, a familiar voice soon came from the side that made the captain of the second company instantly happy.

"You came just in time! Attack! The British don't have many troops left, so they can knock down the village in one go!"

Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence, who had been beaten into a pile of barbecue in the burning wreckage of the tank, had no chance to see what the next battle would be like. In fact, even if he is still alive, he still cannot be of much help in the subsequent battle.

Carrying the accompanying SS Panzergrenadiers on its mammoth body, the Second Company Tiger King was unstoppable. As soon as more than a dozen King Tigers joined the battlefield, they immediately turned the tide of the battle in which the British army had just seen a glimmer of hope.

What the British commander in the village feared most finally happened. The King Tigers, who did not give the British troops a chance, quickly concentrated their firepower and wiped out all the British tanks leaving the village. They also used main gun grenades, coaxial machine guns, and the firepower of the accompanying infantry to drive all the British infantry who left the village back to the village, creating a situation of catching turtles in an urn.

The principle that good fortune and misfortune never come alone also applies to the British army. The British army, which had been hammered to the point of having their brains flowed out by the Erlian Tiger Kings, then encountered an even more desperate situation: the 101st Independent Army of the Armed SS. The large force of the heavy armored battalion has arrived, with a total of more than forty King Tigers, which is simply more despairing than the more than forty Inferno Devils!

In the evening of this day, all the British defenders outside and in the village of Bocaqui on the road leading to the attack on Caen were almost completely wiped out. The last remaining British army finally chose to surrender in despair. The 101st Heavy Armored Battalion of the SS and the Armored Instructor Division of the Wehrmacht successfully met in the village of Bocage. The combined forces formed a solid front that blocked the British 7th Armored Division from continuing to advance towards Caen.

The German army, which had weapons and equipment far more powerful than those in the existing history, achieved a brilliant record in Pokaki Village that was completely different from those in the existing history, changing destiny and reversing history in a real sense.

In this battle, Captain Michel Wittmann, the top armored ace of the Waffen-SS, led his No. 007 King Tiger heavy tank crew to annihilate the British 7th Armored Division, the 22nd Brigade and the 4th London Regiment on the Pokaki Village battlefield. It has 24 Cromwell tanks, 14 half-tracks, 11 cloth wheel carriers, 3 Stuart tanks, and 4 Fireflies.

He conveniently blew up 4 British anti-tank guns and annihilated the infantry. He surpassed the Wehrmacht armored ace Otto Karlus on the Eastern Front battlefield and became the top armored soldier of the German armed forces. He destroyed a total of 147 tanks and ranked first among the German armored forces. Top of the list.

That is to say, on the same day, Malashenko, who had just finished resting on the front line of the motherland and was preparing to lead his troops to set off, did not know yet.

Thanks to his own blessing, the Allied ground troops on the Western Front were beaten completely by the German armored troops enhanced by the butterfly effect, and their shit was literally beaten clean and could never be beaten again.

??The chapter on the Western Front has come to an end, and the plot has officially switched back to the battlefield on the Eastern Front. Malashenko has logged into the main account

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