"All units, shrink formation, get ready to move forward!"

After holding the line for about five minutes, the commander-in-chief "finally" gave another order, and although five minutes was not a long time at all, it was a much longer period than an hour for Trode now.

"Looks like it's pretty much it." Roy smiled knowingly.

"Are you going to make contact?" Trood asked with some confusion, because this battle was not commanded by him at all, so it was natural that he lacked a grasp of the situation. Still, his instincts told him that the battle was about to be decisive.

"Stein, how many shells are left?" Natl asked Stein, who was beside him.

"7 high-explosive shells, 19 armor-piercing shells." The latter still answered him without counting at all, as a loader, Stein remembered not only the use and margin of artillery shells, but also spare fuel, machine gun shells, and even more props, which was completely beyond the management of the loader, and became a statistician of the overall material of the tank.

Yorkson said: "Don't worry about the oil, it's only a quarter of it now." ”

"Well, it looks like I'm a bit sold out here." Roy laughed a little self-deprecatingly, compared to Nattell's shells and Yorkson's fuel, Roy's machine gun ammunition was not much left, and he quickly took a box of machine gun bullets from Stein and brought it to his side.

In fact, whether it was in Trode's squad or in the 47th Division, the consumption of the No. 217 car group was quite a lot every time it went out, whether it was artillery shells, machine gun shells, or even all kinds of messy auxiliary props. For example, many German tanks only had track tabs attached to the lower armor in front of them as additional defensive equipment. However, the 217 car group did not think so, whether it was above or below the upper armor of the head, as long as it did not affect the position of the driver and the signal soldier, they should try to hang track blades.

As for the shells, Nattle made up for the lack of technology by quantity (although his skills were already quite good). Shoot as many as you can, completely uncaring about the barrel and Stein's feelings. That's why Yorkson always laughed at him, saying that one day he would wear out both Stein and the barrel, but their IV tank was constantly being replaced at a rapid pace, and there was no need to worry about barrel wear. As for Stein, he always smiled and said, "Whenever he watches Nattle firing frantically, and he also desperately reloads ammunition, he is the happiest time." And Natle, the cheeky man, when he heard that. It was rare to have red cheeks

On the other hand, Natle uses the machine much less frequently than the main gun, so the consumption of machine gun ammunition is still maintained at a normal level. However, he is not the only machine gunner in this tank, Roy, as a communications soldier and machine gunner, frantically uses the MG34T in his hand to carry out all kinds of point fire, strafing, five shots, ten shots, and so on whenever the enemy has infantry participation

Roy's superb machine gun skills amazed not only Trode, but almost everyone who watched him wield a machine gun. However, he himself said that it was okay to use a German general-purpose machine gun, if it was a heavy machine gun made in Britain and France. Not really. Because of this, the consumption of ammunition is also quite large, and since they finished fighting in Wad, they have completed the modification on the road to transport, except for a slight reduction in mobility due to the additional armor, the number of machine gun shells in the car has been directly reduced by a third (the original full load was 3150 rounds). Now the full load is 2250 rounds. The 217 crew's machine gun ammunition was even more stretched, which forced Stein to constantly remind Roy of the amount of ammunition.

Troud quipped, "Roy, you can take it easy." ”

"Cut." Luo Yi didn't look back and said in a disdainful voice: "Being able to kill the enemy is the last word, I don't care how many bullets he costs." I think I was back then."

"Stop, stop!" Yorkson pestled him with his elbow and said, "Don't mention the courage of the year, hurry up and help me look ahead, this situation is really not an ordinary mess." ”

Roy waved his hand behind him and said, "Then I'll look at Yorkson's face this time, and I won't care about you." ”

"The two destroyers have also been assembled." Elicia's communication came over the radio, and although her tank and Amphitri and Marcus's vehicles had been temporarily separated from the battle just now, they had naturally returned to his squad when they were assembled.

After confirming that his side was almost over, Trode contacted the team next to him and said, "Derek, have you done it over there?" ”

Derek's laughter came from inside the headphones, and he continued, "It's ready, I'm waiting for you!" ”

Trood was still a little unhappy that Derek's team was faster than his own, but that didn't affect his control of the battlefield: "So, let's pick up the speed slowly." ”

Including Trode's 217 squad and Derek's 470 squadron, some of the squads that had been prepared first began to slowly pick up speed, while those who were lagging behind picked up speed after finishing up and keeping up with the larger forces.

"All units, get ready to speed up!"

The commander-in-chief gave the order after the squads were almost ready, and after crossing this line of defense, Trood and the others came to a fairly large plain, and looked ahead, and finally saw the two divisions that needed to be supported by them fighting.

The state can only be described by the word "chaos", the tanks were scattered and separated, some were destroyed and the hulls were slowly burning, while others were blown up by the infantry and the tracks were broken, and the members had long since abandoned the tanks and turned into infantry to join the battlefield. And those soldiers who were originally infantry were even more inseparable from the battle, and the German and British troops were constantly filling this "meat grinder" with new sources of troops.

"Is that there?"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Trode understood why the commander-in-chief didn't let them stay there to keep the gap open, because if they didn't add a fierce firewood to these friendly troops, they might never break through this steel defense line forged by the British army! (To be continued......)