Two Hundred and Thirty Six Dozen for a Long Time
The tank's tracks pushed away the bushes, and the white snow on it was shaken to the ground, and then rolled up by the tracks, mixed with black soil, and thrown aside. [First release] The rumbling sound of the engine is accompanied by the crackling sound of broken branches. When German tanks appeared on the battlefield, they seemed to have an unstoppable arrogance.
When passing through the bushes, Ryan got into the tank and pulled the hatch of the tank. A very clean order came from the earphones. He was in charge of the left wing of the entire attacking force, so his artillery was also slightly deflected to the left.
"Clark, I leave the front to you. Report the position immediately when you find the opponent's anti-tank gun. Bowman, speed up a little, and be ready to stop at any time. Be careful of the surrounding branches, don't let them damage our radio antenna." Ray En ordered loudly.
He saw the wrecked armored vehicle in the periscope, parked in a clearing, smoking alone. Around the wreckage of this armored vehicle, there were still the bodies of several dead Germans.
"Bruce, load the high-explosive bomb." Ren thought for a while, and then gave an additional order: "Andre, do you see the bushes on your left? I suspect there is an anti-tank gun there. If you see Now, let’s fire right away.”
"Okay." Andre replied, and the turret began to move to the left little by little according to his answer, and the gears made a nice clicking sound.
Soon the machine gun positions of the Belgian defenders opened fire, but this time they did not achieve as amazing results as last time. After knocking down an infantryman, the exposed machine gun position was suppressed by the guided machine gun of the No. 114 tank on the front.
The tracer bullets dragged the beam of light and flew towards the machine gun position, blowing up the soil, and the place was soon covered by splashed black soil and white snow, but judging by the gunshots, the machine gun position had already misfired .
"Medical soldier!" It seems that the unlucky guy who was knocked down just now can still be saved, a soldier shouted loudly to the following medical soldier. However, the Belgian infantry were still shooting around, and the bullets hit the ground and the hull of the tank, and the scene was very chaotic.
"Boom!" A Belgian anti-tank gun fired. The shell hit the front armor plate of the leading No. 114 tank, refracting a nice angle and shooting out a burst of sparks. Although the distance is not far away, the anti-tank guns equipped by the Belgian army are all small guns with a caliber of less than 50 mm, which is enough to deal with p-2 tanks, but it seems to be used to deal with Leopard tanks. Somewhat powerless.
"Boom!" The No. 114 tank, which had found the target, fired decisively. The shells flew into the bushes, bringing up soil and broken branches of plants. Of course, an anti-tank gun shield and the broken bodies of two soldiers flew up together.
"I hit it! Haha.
In the headset, the commander of the No. 114 tank was shouting happily, but there were still many Belgian soldiers around. These soldiers moved quickly in the simple trenches, and then kept attacking the German tanks that had been close.
"Boom!" There was another sound of cannon firing, but Ren failed to find the location of the cannon through the commander's periscope. The shell hit the leading Leopard tank in an instant. The shell was once again thrown out by the heavy armor shell of the Panther tank. This time the armor of the Leopard tank showed its powerful side to the world. The invulnerable Leopard drove into the trenches of the Belgian defenders and crushed two crying Belgian soldiers.
"Have you found that cannon? Andre?" Ren kept searching on the periscope, hoping to find the hidden Belgian anti-tank gun through clues. However, due to the obstruction of his vision and the splashing mud around him, he really couldn't find the hidden cannon.
"Damn! I can't see the situation on the left, they are shooting like crazy, it's too messy there." Andre complained loudly.
"Turn left, Bowman! Let's drive over to see!" Ryan ordered loudly: "Clark, keep shooting." As soon as he finished his order, his tank was hit by a shell, and the hull It shook violently, but everyone knew that this was not the feeling of the car body being penetrated.
"Have you found it yet?" Ren asked loudly, frowning.
"No! But the cannon is indeed on our side." Andre replied, bowing his waist and staring at the scope. The Leopard tank has a very good optical sighting system, which can ensure that it hits a tank-sized target at a distance of 1,000 meters. But the current distance is only a few tens of meters, which cannot give full play to the aiming advantage of the Leopard tank.
"Andre, shoot the bushes in front of us with a machine gun, and fire while turning the turret!" The fragile side armor is exposed, and no one can tell what disaster will happen then. Ren had to use the most stupid way to find this cleverly hidden anti-tank gun.
Tracer rounds and regular bullets flew alternately into the bushes, snapping and snapping some branches. Although it can't be heard inside the tank, there is obviously nothing that can stop the bullet from penetrating where there is no artillery. If the bullet hit the shield of the anti-tank gun, it would splash sparks and cause a ricochet that could be seen at a glance-especially tracer bullets, which were more obvious.
Sure enough, a row of bullets passed through the bushes, and the trajectories of several bullets in the middle changed obviously. Andre was not polite either, and fired in one shot. Ren's car shook, and he saw through the periscope that the shell hit the target and the corpses were flying around.
"Company commander, I took care of the anti-tank gun on the left side." Ren breathed a sigh of relief and said into the communicator. Clark was shooting at the target in front of him with a machine gun. There were several Belgian infantry soldiers covering the anti-tank gun. They wanted to escape, but Clark beat them into a sieve.
The German grenadiers who followed rushed up. They opened fire violently with the G43 in their hands, and a G42 erected behind also roared. The Belgian defenders who had lost their heavy firepower began to retreat, but the German soldiers did not intend to let them go. These people leave here easily.
"Boom!" A grenade hit the ground, and a huge crater immediately appeared on the original white snow. The No. 112 tank rushed through the defensive position on the flank of the Belgian defenders and opened fire fiercely on the fleeing crowd. More than a dozen Belgian defenders were knocked to the ground, and one even had half of his helmeted head blown away.
"Bowman! Accelerate and rush over! Don't let them run away." Ren ordered loudly. Immediately his tank began to accelerate, over the bushes ahead, and ran over the knocked-out Belgian anti-tank gun. About dozens of Belgian soldiers watched in horror as the tank with the number 113 painted on the turret ran over the bushes, and raised their hands helplessly.
The battlefield quickly quieted down. There were about six or seven Belgian defenders who fled, and most of them surrendered and were captured. After sweeping the battlefield, dozens of corpses of Belgian soldiers were found. It seems that there should be a company of soldiers from the Belgian army stationed here, with more than 100 soldiers.
Soon two off-road vehicles from the regiment headquarters drove over and interrogated the Belgian soldiers. Then the battalion commander came over and asked Carter about the specific situation of the battle just now. Carter called in Ren, Marcus and other commanders, and explained the battle just now in detail.
"The opponent is a veteran with strong combat capabilities. The method of deploying anti-tank guns is very sophisticated, but obviously they do not have a complete defense system and no heavy fire support." Ren pointed to the map to introduce the location of the anti-tank guns. Then concluded: "Their strength appears to be insufficient."
The battalion commander nodded, then put away the map, glanced at Ren, and asked Carter with a smile: "Is it a lot of pressure to have such an excellent subordinate?"
"Ren is a good commander, there is no doubt about it." Carter said with a smile: "But no matter how good he is, he is still a soldier brought out by me, Carter."
The battalion commander laughed loudly, and pointed to the troops of the 1st Armored Division of the Wehrmacht who were moving forward in the distance: "The order from above, in order to ensure that the troops can suddenly rush out of the Ardennes Valley, each troop is responsible for half of the distance. .It's exactly halfway now, and you've already fought a battle for them."
"It's a great honor." Ren said with a smile while scratching his head.
"You can't light a fire for dinner, you can only eat canned food and compressed biscuits." The battalion commander patted Ren on the shoulder as a gesture of encouragement. Then he walked back to his armored command vehicle and said with a smile: "We will allow you to rest in the middle of the night, don't catch a cold."
After seeing off the battalion commander, several people were about to go back to the vehicle group, but they ran into the unlucky Panzergrenadier who was shot on the battlefield just now. He lay on the stretcher and moaned non-stop, the bullet passed through his shoulder and shattered his shoulder blade. The military doctor estimated that he might have to amputate his entire arm to save his life: the good news is that he is alive and may not have to go to the battlefield again; the bad news is that he may have to let others tie his shoelaces for the rest of his life.
"Do you think it's cruel?" Marcus asked the expressionless Ren with a smile.
"Are those people who were killed by you pitiful?" Ren knew that there was no one else around at this time. At least when Marcus is so sensational, there will be no one around.
"It's much more pitiful than those people. I usually kill with one shot and don't mess around." Marcus said flauntingly: "He may be useless in this life."
"So you can only get intermediate grades." Ren glanced at Marcus: "At least he survived and lost an arm. Compared with those who died here, he is much luckier. In addition, tell You have a secret, before I kill someone, I usually have to fight for a long time..."
Under the terrified eyes of Marcus, Ren yawned and walked towards the No. 113 tank full of mottled bullet holes.
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On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Long Ling continues to pay New Year greetings! Hehe. . In addition, I have the cheek to ask for a recommendation ticket, a monthly ticket, a reward, and a message.
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