A sentence that I'm okay puts everyone at ease. They didn't plan to leave here, so they didn't know that their tracks had been broken.

They continued to fire, hitting the enemy tanks on their left flank, not knowing that the tanks directly in front of them had stopped and were firing at them.

Of course, Wittmann, who was half-leaning out, knew about this, but he didn't have time to tell his men to turn their tank turrets.

The turret of his tank was always facing to his left, so there was already quite a bit of the side of the turret, exposed under the muzzle of the enemy tank in front.

"Keep firing! We've hit them! Inside the Soviet tank, the commander shouted excitedly.

He saw the German tank he was aiming at with its tracks falling off, and the other party could no longer escape, which was an excellent prey.

While shouting, he pulled out a cannonball from the shell storage box beside him, stuffed it directly into the barrel, and shouted: "I've loaded!" ”

The artillery commander, who was aiming at the Germans, did not hesitate at all, and directly pressed the fire switch, firing the third fatal shell.

The shell flew close to the German tank at once, and then smashed into the upper armor, leaving a shallow crater on it, and it was directly ejected.

Even if they were close enough, the 76.2 mm guns of the Soviet tanks were still unable to penetrate the front armor of the German Leopard tanks.

Because it was more than 200 mm thick equivalent armor, it was thicker than the real historical Tiger tank.

Without any suspense, the third shell did not cause any damage. It just hit the armor plate and sent a huge shock.

It's just that when this shell hit Weitmann's car, there were several shells from the small-caliber tank guns of the T-26 tank, all of which hit Weitmann's car.

After all, there is only one Wetman tank on the entire battlefield that is an immobile target, so it is easier to shoot at it.

More and more Soviet tanks turned their sights to Wittmann's tank, because by this time he was already surrounded on three sides.

It is not so much that he was surrounded, but that he has become an obstacle to the advance of the entire Soviet tank forces.

If Wittmann's tanks are not eradicated, then the Soviet offensive forces will be cut through the middle by Wittmann's tanks and lose their full formation.

Therefore, the destruction of Wittmann's tank became a necessary step that more and more Soviet tank commanders had to take to see the situation on the battlefield.

"The enemy's tanks were not penetrated! Damn it! Directly in front, inside the Soviet T-34 tank that was firing, the gun commander saw his shell being deftly bounced away, and cursed loudly.

How thick the armor of the German tanks really was, this is something that the Soviets have always wanted to know, but unfortunately they have been losing the battle, so they have not been able to capture the German tanks.

This mystery continues and continues to this day. Some say that the armor of the Germans tank was 100 mm thick. Some people say that it is at least 150 mm thick, and the more you say it, the higher the value will be.

Soviet tank experts believed that the German tanks did not have such thick armor, and they used the same design as the T-34, compensating for the lack of armor thickness of their own tanks with inclined armor.

Now, they have the opportunity to witness the thickness of the armor of real German tanks, and it is the most intuitive and correct to witness it with the guns in their hands.

"Fire!" The fourth shell was reloaded, and he shouted his order loudly, telling the commander to continue firing at the firm target in the distance.

The fourth shell flew out of the barrel and rushed forward in the rain, until it hit the front armor of the Leopard tank, and then it was blocked by the heavy steel plate, and the bullet flew to the side.

"No breakdown!" The Soviet gunner, feeling that he was almost out of strength, felt that it would be better to allow his tank to move some distance further forward and open fire on that target.

"Damn bastards! Driver! Move forward! Advance another 50 meters and fire! The commander also realized that he might not be able to penetrate the opponent's armor at this distance.

He and his men were clumsy and unable to use the inaccurate scope to locate the German tank's armor.

In fact, he lacked the patience to test the position of the turret of the German tank - after all, if they had to advance another 50 meters, they would be able to fire at this target more calmly.

Wittmann still didn't shrink back into his body, he looked at the Soviet tank he was pressing on, and knew that he couldn't do anything about it.

His cannon was pointed at 10 o'clock, where a number of Soviet tanks had also stopped their advance and turned their turrets to aim at him.

If he turned the turret, he would have wasted at least two precious opportunities to fire and give his own flanking Soviet tanks more opportunities to fire at him.

At this point, the choice is no longer in the hands of Wittmann and his crew. How long they will live depends only on God's will.

After trying to reverse the vehicle and trying to move a position to force the Soviet tank to recalibrate its aiming, the driver, Duke, knew that his tank had lost its ability to move.

He could only sit in his place and pray for himself and his comrades, and the radio operator Ekoff had more to do, he was strafing with his homing machine gun, but unfortunately his attack did not serve to destroy the enemy.

"To hell with these Soviet bastards!" Wegener pressed the fire switch again, and fired a powerful shot.

In the distance, a KV-1 tank that was aiming at them was pierced by a shell and exploded into a cloud of flames.

And right next to the flames, another T-34 tank that had just rushed up stopped its progress, and the turret was already aimed at Wittmann's car.

And several shells flying from the front had already flown by this time and hit the surroundings of Wittmann's car.

Some shells hit the dirt and splashed more than ten meters high; Some shells hit the steel plates of the Leopard tank, bursting with dazzling sparks.

There are enemies on all sides, and it seems that Wittmann will not escape his fate here.

"Long live the Führer! I tried my best! Wittman saw everything around him, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart. He leaned against the hatch of his tank and closed his eyes.

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Long Ling's birthday today is a little decadent...... The second update will be made up tomorrow, I'm embarrassed......