Speaking of armor, I have to mention the current equipment of the Trode Squad, all the vehicles have been modified, and a 5mm side skirt armor is hung on the side, and an 8mm turret skirt armor is hung on the side of the turret of the IV tank, and the main gun has been replaced with an L48 gun with a longer barrel, and the penetration depth has been further improved.

These modifications were made in imitation of the new IV.H medium tank during transportation, and despite all the changes, they were not fully equipped with the IV.H medium tank, and the hull still retained the original Sd.Kfz.161/1 instead of the Sd.Kfz.161/2. The difference between the two is mainly in the frontal armor, the Sd.Kfz.161/2 changed the original additional armor mode back to the single armor mode, but the armor thickness was directly increased from the original 50mm to 80mm, so that the IV H tank was completely unafraid of the British and French initial tanks.

That's it, Trod and they drove this pseudo-IV H medium tank into battle, although it didn't essentially break away from the IV series, but it was also much stronger than the original.

"Killed!"

Natel cheered, the 'Matilda' tank in front of him had been destroyed, although the other tanks recognized the problem, but it was a little too late, Trod they were moving fast, due to the impact of various obstacles, those low tanks would not be attacked by Trood, but they could not fight back, so that those taller tanks directly became the target of the Trood team.

"Quick, next, the 'Matilda' at 1 o'clock!"

Under Trode's guidance, several tanks in front of them were in obvious positions. The rest of the weather is also not in the climate, and it is not necessary to retreat slowly. However, things did not go smoothly to that point, and since the enemy began to retreat, then it was also distanced. In this way, the enemy's artillery was even more unconcerned, and began to bombard their side in a hurry.

Shells exploded next to the tank, but they did not shake the high morale of Trode, who saw that the enemy was retreating farther and farther away, and when the time was almost right, "Hurry up, we must take back that position before the enemy's support arrives!" ”

Trood patted Natl on the shoulder, leaned in and said, "Trouble you to find your own target, I'm going to go out for a while." ”

"Hmm." Natel agreed, and it wasn't a big deal for him. Although it may take a few more seconds to find a target, it will not affect the combat effectiveness too much. But on second thought, Trode is going out, what can he do when he goes out at this time? He quickly turned to Trode and asked, "Hey! What are you going out for? ”

However, Trode had already begun to drink and communicate with the rest of the crew, and he said to the two people below, "Roy, you take my place as commander for the time being; Yorkson, wait for Roy to give you the order, and the rest will not be changed. ”

"Hey! You haven't told me what you're going to do! Nattle said as he raised his voice slightly at Trode.

However, Trood had no intention of answering Nattel's question, and his movements were very fast. But at the same time, methodically, without the slightest sign of hurry, he picked up the microphone and said inside, "I'm starting to get out of the team for a while now, Vincent. You take my place as captain now, and I'll be in touch with you later. ”

"Good!"

Compared to Nattell, Vincent's answer was much cleaner, with no follow-up parts. But Vincent didn't, and it can't be said that no one asked questions. By the time everyone including Alicia was asked what he was going to do, he had already taken off his headphones. The roof of the tank was opened.

"Stein, hand me the MP40." Trode said as he reached out to the loader's position.

"Wait a minute." After reloading a shell, Stein took out an MP40 submachine gun from behind him and handed it to Trode.

"Okay, then I'll do it" Trode was about to get out of the car with the MP40, but Stein didn't let go, causing Trode to nearly lose his balance and fall.

"You forgot about that." As Stein spoke at Trode, his other hand reached out, with three submachine gun magazines on it.

"Hey! Why did I forget this! Trode slapped himself on the head and scolded himself for being careless, and for doing such an idiotic act as having a gun without a bullet, and if he had rushed out like that, if the enemy happened to surround him, he might have known what would have happened then.

Trood took the magazines and pinned them to his waist, then took the MP40 from Stein and said goodbye to the people in the car one last time: "Well, it's up to you for a moment." ”

With that, Trood paid no attention to Nattel's incessant inquiries and got out of the car without looking back. He quickly jumped out of the car, hid behind his tank, and peeked forward from one side to get a sense of his surroundings.

Although you can feel it in the tank, when you actually come out, you can feel the mess of this street, surrounded by blown up floor tiles, twisted steel, and some unknown objects on fire. Amid the violent explosions and continuous gunfire, the "popping" sound of the flames burning produced a different mood, dyeing a bleak atmosphere to the fierce battlefield

However, despite the beautiful views, Trod had no time to admire them, and Trode looked around and saw his target, the advancing infantry, who were slowly advancing on both sides of the street, with the fire support of the tank squads, using their houses as cover.

Trood took the butt of his rifle and tapped the side armor of the tank, and Yorkson, who received the signal, began to move forward slowly, while Trode took the opportunity of his tank to drive next to a large stone bunker, and began to run hard, at the end of the stone, he used all his strength to make a charge, and after two steps out of the bunker, it turned into a sliding shovel with his upper body backwards, and rushed directly to the edge of the street, and the infantry standing there also quickly pulled Trode up, after such a set of smooth movements, Trood finally finished safe on base.

Tryud, who was safe, tried his best to calm his breath and asked the soldiers on the side, "Where is your commander?" (To be continued......)