Chapter 112: The Farthest 10 Kilometers (Part I)
Although the defenders of the city delayed them, Trode's retreat was not without its challenges. Since the enemy did not take a siege-type attack, it was not too difficult to withdraw from the city. Taking into account factors such as the destruction of vehicles and the number of units that could cover, only ten trucks and four half-track armored vehicles followed the retreat, and four Type IV D tanks coordinated to cover the cover.
The Trood squad chose to withdraw from the north of the city, where the enemy had not attacked, and made several rounds on the way to the nearest position nearby. However, because the scale of the No. 57 supply station is not small, the radiation range will naturally not be small, even the closest position is 5 kilometers, and the conditions that meet the conditions of Trod are nearly 10 kilometers!
The German-made Maybach-HL-120TR gasoline engine drove every vehicle forward with all his might. In addition to the pursuit, no, it should be said that even the pursuit is rarely like this, Trood's squad maintains a speed of 40KM/H, which can already be said to be the ultimate speed of the IV. tank on such sandy ground, and even then it will take them 15 minutes to reach that position!
Since there is no division of troops to surround them, just let Trode and them run, then there will definitely be interception. The armored forces of Britain and France were active in every corner of the area, and no one knew where they were at one moment and from the next. But Trode had a strong premonition that an enemy would appear in front of him!
"There's an enemy at 11 o'clock! It's Valentine and Soma tanks! ”
The march had only been going on for five minutes before the first wave of the enemy arrived, but it was not very strong, and it did not take much effort to deal with them.
Trood climbed out of the car, looked around with his binoculars to make sure there were no other targets around, reached down and pulled the microphone out of the car and said, "All units are driving as they are." The 217 squad is ready to fight, and when they get closer, I will go up and destroy them directly! ”
Hans listened to Trode's words and felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't refute it directly, so he just said softly: "No, let's be safe, after all, there are still so many trucks that need cover." ”
Trode gritted his teeth and held the microphone fiercely and said: "We will be unlucky sooner or later if we put them on the periphery, it is better to give them a total annihilation now!" It just so happens that I'm in a bad mood now, and there is an unknown amount of people who come to the door to send him to death, so what are we keeping him for! Who else has an opinion! Say it now! When we wait, I won't have a chance! ”
There was silence over the radio, and no one spoke again, not knowing whether they were stunned by Trode or ignited by his anger. The silence lasted less than three seconds, but it felt endless, and the first to speak was Alicia, who said in a voice that was almost emotionless, "The order has been received, ready to be carried out." ”
Trode stroked his chest, let out a long sigh of relief, and resumed his usual calm tone and said, "Wait a minute, Alicia and I will take two IV destroyers to attack from the right side, and the remaining three chariots will surround from the left side." ”
"Alright," Trode said with another deep breath, word by word, "what is the goal of our mission?" ”
"Leave no !! behind"
Two minutes later
The battle was quite fierce, but anyone could see the overwhelming advantage of one of the occupiers, and if it weren't for the fact that the number was much worse than the other, it was estimated that the winner would have been determined at the moment of contact. The original plan of harassment of the British and French forces had to be changed at the beginning - when they saw Trood, they took the initiative to meet them, and according to the plan, they led Trode and them to the side, dragging the distance until they gave up the pursuit. But they didn't know until Trood they were close at hand, and their fate was not to be driven away, but to be annihilated!
Trode's eyesight is quite good, and he can still accurately capture the most suitable target to be destroyed in the midst of war, he patted Nuttel and said: "At 1 o'clock, Soma has exposed the side armor, Nattel, send him back to his hometown in France!" ”
Natle moved the turret and asked Stein without looking back, "How many APs are there?" ”
Stein's face was a little heavy and he said, "Not much." Because we had enough ammunition when we arrived, we were going to resupply directly at Depot 57 this morning, but"
Natel laughed to himself, "But because of the enemy in the morning, we didn't have a single shot, right?" ”
Stein nodded silently and said, "Yes." In an encounter like this, I reckon we can have one more encounter at most, and the enemy can't be too strong, and we'll be in trouble if we are responsible. ”
"Save it." Although Trod wanted to let Nattel shoot one cannonball after another and destroy all the enemies in front of him as quickly as possible, but this journey was only halfway through, and they didn't know how many more enemies they would encounter when their whereabouts were already exposed, and without shells, they would have nothing.
Natel sneered with disdain: "Cut, at this distance, if I can still miss a target as big as Soma's side armor, then I will immediately go home and farm!" ”
Despite all that, the aiming time of this shell was obviously a little longer than before. Finally, when he felt that everything was at its best, Natel pulled the bolt and yelled, "Get out of here!" ”
The shell hit the armor beneath the turret of the Soma, and the tank stopped moving, and Natel was aiming at the junction between the commander and the driver. Although Soma was an excellent tank when he first appeared on the stage of history, he still did not escape the fatigue and dependence of the French tank on the commander, and the B1 heavy tank, the small fighting room only allowed one person to stay, so any attack operation needs to be part-time by the commander, that is, as long as there is no commander, the French car is scrap metal.
This is exactly the case at the moment, no one knows who the shell hit except for the crew members themselves, but it is enough to scrap an enemy, and it is pure nonsense to care about so much.
As the commander of the vehicle, Trode is also the commander, he must coordinate and command the entire squad in real time, seeing that there is not much left of the enemy in front of him, Trode quickly said: "The whole team is accelerating to destroy the enemy, the convoy is far away from us, and at the same time, the shells must be saved for me!" ”