"Wittmann! Your tank is too far ahead! Inside the headset, the friendly commander reminds Wittman not to be too impulsive. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wittman pressed the throat intercom and said to the commander who reminded him, "Keep up with me!" The British must not have imagined that we would rush over! ”

Directly in front of him, the burning wreckage of the tank obscured his view. Wittman felt that since he could not see the Englishman opposite, the Englishman must not be able to see him.

Wittmann guessed correctly, when his tank rushed to the roadbed, the British tanks on one side were busy retreating, while the British troops on the other side had a blocked view and did not see him at all.

The distance between the two sides is not far, probably only seven or eight hundred meters. Wittmann's tank took the lead and rushed to the turn of the wreckage of the British tank.

Because he was advancing so fast, he could no longer feel the British fire, and at this moment his tank had left the British fire behind.

Not far behind him, a second Leopard tank was catching up at full speed. The remaining Leopard tanks were also rushing to the roadbed, because the British artillery fire was getting denser and denser, and it was no longer possible to stay in place.

Either retreat or attack behind Wittmann - the German Panzer Commanders, after a little weighing, picked out the madness in their bones.

It was as if there was a demon hidden in these people, and every now and then he would jump out and lead the German soldiers to do something crazy.

Wittman didn't bother to look back at his friendly troops, and his tank passed the last burning tank in the next second, and the burning sensation forced Wittman to burrow into his turret and cover his hatch.

Then, through the periscope in front of me, after turning the detour, I saw the dense crowd of British tanks parked on the side of the road and under the roadbed.

"I'm X! ...... "The first moment he saw these tanks, Wittmann somewhat regretted his reckless decision. He wanted to take the lead by surprise, but the British gave him an even bigger surprise.

At least 50 tanks were parked in a row, some with British soldiers sitting on them, all looking in horror at the German tank on the road, wondering what it was trying to do.

There is no time for Wittman to sigh, he only has two choices now, one is to quickly reverse and retreat, and the other is to heroically complete a crazy act here.

"Fire! Cal! Front-facing these damn bastards! Armor-piercing shells! The first moment Wittman reacted, he gave the order to attack.

The Leopard's sturdy armor was the only means of survival he relied on, and at this distance, he didn't know if his tank would keep him safe.

An armor-piercing shell was stuffed into the chamber of the cannon, and Homan was probably the most envied person at this moment. Because he couldn't see the outside, he couldn't feel the pressure at all.

Electrician Ehoff, maneuvering the machine gun, was ready to shoot, his muzzle aimed at the British soldier in the distance, ready to start killing as soon as the gun fired.

The next second, Carl? Without waiting for Weitmann's order, Wegener pressed the firing device, and the entire Leopard tank hull shook, and a single shell flew out.

The blast of air shook the surrounding dust, and the tank shook slightly with the recoil of the gun, and Homan began to pull the next armor-piercing shell out of the rack.

An M3lee tank parked on the side of the road was pierced by a shell and then exploded into a pile of scrap metal.

The British obviously did not expect the Germans to suddenly take the initiative to attack at such a time, and they froze in place, waiting until one tank was destroyed to remember that they were still standing where they were.

One of the officers shouted and ordered his men to return fire, and a tracer bullet sliced past him, knocking him to the ground.

The British infantry were knocked out one by one by Ehoff's machine guns, and the deadly 88 mm cannon on the turret was firing shells as fast as it could.

The second shell erupted and rushed directly at its own target, quickly destroying the second British tank parked on the side of the road.

And then, Carl? Wegener turned his turret slightly, and aimed his gun at the third enemy tank.

There was no mercy, and he was not allowed to think about other things. Now he had to focus and use the fastest speed he could to destroy as many enemies as he could.

"Boom!" The third shell rang out, and the third enemy tank exploded. The tank appears to have been detonated by shells inside, and even the turret was blown out.

At this point, it seemed that the battle had just begun, and the Leopard tank stopped at the bend of the road as if it were a vicious dog from hell, which made people shudder.

The British tankmen on the fourth tank were so frightened that they abandoned their cars, lifted the hatch and screamed and fled from the M3lee.

This gave Carl? Wegener calmly opened fire, and even when he saw the enemy armor abandon his weapons, he still opened fire cautiously, destroying the empty steel beast.

Homan was trying his best to reload the shells in the cramped turret, which he had never encountered before, and the gun commander ordered him to stop loading the shells when he heard the shout.

He didn't know how many enemies there were outside, so he could only follow the order, one after another, pulling the shells out of the lattice and stuffing them into the chamber.

"Armor-piercing shells! Reloaded! As another armor-piercing round slipped into the chamber, Homan closed the bolt and reminded Wegener loudly.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wegener opened fire and destroyed the fifth enemy tank in front of him. It was as if it was a massacre, as if it was dealing with a group of puppets who would not fight back, and the attack turned out to be very smooth.

Wittmann even forgot about his nervousness, he seemed to forget about the enemy tanks parked in front of him one after the other. He only felt that these were targets, targets that he could ravage at will.

Just as he was about to relax completely, he suddenly felt something hit the side of his turret. It was an enemy shell, and it seemed to prove to Wittman that his side was not being beaten silently.

An M2 tank with a 37 mm caliber gun aimed at Wittmann's Leopard tank under the side roadbed and then suddenly fired a shot from a distance.

The shot hit the turret of Wittmann's tank, but it did not penetrate the armor, and the shell flew into the sky with an oblique projectile.

Feeling the enemy's return fire, all members of the Wittmann crew felt the danger. Wegener fired more quickly and frantically, and Homan used his strength to reload the shells into place.

"Boom!" Unaffected, Wittman's tank remained in place and continued to fire at the M3lee tank, which was turning its turret not far away.

The cannon knocked the turret of the tank that was aiming at him, and Wegener continued to adjust the angle of his gun.

He locked on to the next target, and then pressed the switch to fire again. A shell rushed to the target, directly shattering the front armor of the tank, rushing into the compartment and tearing everything inside.

When Wegener took aim at the seventh enemy tank, he saw through the scope a cloud of white smoke and dazzling fire flashing from the turret of the enemy's tank.

Then, a shell hit the front of his tank's hull, as if a sledgehammer had struck directly on the armor plate.

"My God! We were hit! We were hit! The most obvious electromechanical officer Ehoff screamed loudly, and after shouting twice, he found that there was no pain coming from his body.

"Keep firing! We didn't get penetrated! Wittman felt like his heart was about to beat out of his throat at that moment, but now he had to suppress his panic and encourage his comrades.

There was already a third muffled sound from the side of his turret, and the M3 tank under the roadbed was still firing stubbornly, trying to destroy the German tank.

However, its efforts were in vain, because the 37 mm gun could not penetrate the armor of the Leopard tank at a large angle.

Comparatively, the frontal M3lee tanks were more of a threat to the Leopards, but now most of them don't have a good angle to fire.

Without making Wittmann wait long, the second Leopard made a detour and rushed down the roadbed, firing a shell almost on top of the turret of a British M2 tank.

As if fighting a bayonet, the turret of the hapless British M2 tank was knocked out of the air, and the Leopard tank continued to move forward, like a victorious general.

The British began to retreat, and they could not stand the pace of the losses - in just two minutes, they lost more than 15 tanks.

Add to that the more than 10 tanks lost during the attack just now, and the dozen or so tanks that were used to explore the road before -- in just a few moments, a tank battalion would be annihilated......

A tank battalion was wiped out by a German tank company, which is probably a joke. But after all, the 2nd Panzer Division of the British Army was unlucky, and the guy they met was a demon who had fought against the sky in Pokaki Village.

In this battle, the Leopard tank gave full play to its own protection capabilities. They lost this battle unjustly, and the gap between the tanks on both sides was too big.

When the other Leopard tanks arrived, Wittmann continued to bite the British with them. It was only after he destroyed the 13th tank that he was forced to disengage from the British 2nd Panzer Division because of the increasing number of British infantry.

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