Nine Hundred and Sixty One Giant
? The sound in the distance is indeed transmitted, which proves that something is approaching. But because the two people who were both seriously injured and dying now lost their basic keen senses, they didn't know whose reinforcements arrived first. But neither of them gave up, they were trying their best to put each other to death.
Ren was crawling towards his pistol. After all, his injury was on his thigh, so it was a little inconvenient to move. However, Wolfe could try to use his legs to move little by little. Obviously, although he was a little far away from Rennes' pistol, his moving speed was several times faster than Rennes'.
A gust of wind blew over, and Ren no longer picked up his pistol, because he had found that there was no need for it anymore. An Odin helicopter hovered tens of meters away, and the mg42 on the side fuselage The black muzzle of the machine gun was pointing in Wolfe's direction.
A rope was hanging from the plane, and German special forces in black military uniforms were descending to the ground along the zipline. The first to arrive was a second lieutenant, who pointed his assault rifle at Wolff vigilantly, and did not go forward to help. Seriously injured Ren.
Wolf smiled wryly, the scar on his face still distorted. What he was most worried about finally happened. Even though the Soviet Union was in an all-out attack, the German reinforcements still had to go one step faster. He felt awkward from the beginning of this fateful duel, from the beginning to the last second.
Now he finally figured it out, thought it through. This is no longer the primitive fighting and fighting between two people. Although he is indeed strong in this aspect, he cannot make up for the huge gap between the two sides that exists in other places. It is no longer the bravery and ferocity of two people that determine the outcome of a battle, but the condensed crystallization of thousands of people and thousands of links.
Tens of thousands of kilometers away, in that spacious and bright factory building, a skilled German technical worker processed a gear with the most perfect craftsmanship. This gear finally played a stable performance in the tank, which determined that the German tank could continue to fight after being shot.
Manipulating the Friedrichshafen rocket launcher produced in France, the German artillery unit did not take long to prepare, and it smashed the terrifyingly dense firepower on the heads of the Soviet tanks, and these artillerymen were also in a few kilometers away. place.
Above the clouds, the Luftwaffe's lingering Stuka 2 attack aircraft appeared in time, saving the desperate German tank troops from the brink of complete annihilation. , Completely ruined the attempt of the Soviet armored forces to outflank the Imperial Division, and also completely ended Wolf's advantage over Rennes.
Still in a distant place tens of thousands of kilometers away, small and reliable pistols were born one after another on the lathes of the Belgian Browning Company, helping Rennes gain an overwhelming advantage at the last moment , this pistol, which was born in 1935, is much easier to use than the 1895 revolver in the hands of the Soviets.
Even the tactical vest that Ryan was wearing,
It also condenses the hard work of many design masters-while hardly affecting the action, Renn carries much more ammunition than Wolff, laying the most solid and reliable foreshadowing for him to finally gain an advantage.
Before he knew it, Wolfe was no longer fighting Rennes alone. Those skilled workers who produced the most advanced tanks for Germany, those textile factories that designed tactical vests for Rennes, and those who provided Rennes with weapons and equipment The people of the French-Belgian occupation zone, those Air Force artillery who provided long-range support...
War is no longer the fighting of front-line soldiers, or it is no longer simply the fighting of front-line soldiers. Even if it is reduced to the level of individual battles, the strength of the country's science and technology industry has gradually shown its indisputable decisive role. Wolfe was not defeated by Rennes, but by the collective efforts of millions of workers .
Converge into a river; gather sand into a tower. When Wolfe's tank was unable to destroy Rennes' King Tiger tank due to its rate of fire and reliability, it seemed that the end was already doomed. Wolfe was defeated. The numerical advantage he finally gathered was defeated in the face of the German army that had condensed countless wisdom and production capacity—a heroic defeat, but an irrefutable defeat.
In the German army at this moment, every soldier seems to be standing on the shoulders of a giant named Industry. To defeat such a powerful German army, the Soviet Union has to spend countless lives to fight... Although bloody and tragic, But this is war, and this is the "German territory" won by Akado and countless German engineers and scientists with their efforts. The Germans have their own advantages in this field. During this period of time, Germany's advantages crush any opponent, leading the German Legion to be invincible and invincible!
Now, it's no longer a bloody, cruel but slow and clumsy duel between two wounded, German special forces soldiers with assault rifles in their hands, and the terrible Acador saw mg42 machine gun on the plane. Even if there is still a tank Wolfe, he is not sure of victory, not to mention that he has no weapons on him now, only three holes that are bleeding continuously.
The second German soldier who came over knelt beside Rennes, put his weapon behind his back and began to check Rennes' injuries. The helicopter's engine was so loud that Wren couldn't hear him saying, "Sir! You're safe now!"
The second Odin helicopter landed not far away, and a military doctor with a white armband and a red cross painted on his arm quickly walked to Rennes with his helmet on. He put down his medicine box, and without looking at Wolfe, who was not far away, he began to clean up Ryan's wound.
The German special forces soldier following the field doctor also held an MP-44 assault rifle and pointed the gun at Wolfe. He didn't speak, but his vigilant eyes told Wolfe a fact: "If you move around, you may be sieved."
Behind him was another heavily armed special forces soldier with a simple stretcher under his arm and his weapon behind his back. This soldier was obviously responsible for carrying heavy loads, so he carried less ammunition than the others.
Everything happened so suddenly that even Rennes couldn't believe it. After several special forces soldiers established a circular security position around them, Ren suddenly felt someone touch his thigh. Suddenly he felt that his body was much lighter, and the bone-piercing pain no longer bothered him.
"Look at me! Captain. It would be very helpful if you would tell me something about you, such as your hometown!" Let Ren regain a bit of life, he heard the noisy engine roar again, and he also saw clearly the special forces with live ammunition around him.
"Ha...It's good to see you." Ren stretched out his bloody palm and grabbed the doctor's sleeve: "Help...I...get rid of Wolf...Save my crew members, save them! Hurry up point!"
"Obey! Sir!" The German second lieutenant who was standing not far from Rennes suddenly pulled the trigger. A puff of white smoke came out of the assault rifle, and the metal shell casing was thrown far away, but the bullet was caught by Wolfe. Little blood-colored flowers bloomed on his body.
"Thuk! Thuk!" Overhead in the distance, the machine gunner on the side of the armed helicopter saw someone firing on the ground, and instinctively followed suit. The dense rain of bullets from the mg42 machine gun immediately enveloped Wolf's body. In a cloud of smoke, the tracer bombs were like a woven fire net, covering the place where he was standing.
The lone wolf finally fell down, that seemingly incomparably powerful body looked weak under the fire of the mg42 machine gun. The nickname of Akado Saw is definitely not for nothing. When there is a helicopter carrying a lot of ammunition, the terrible instantaneous explosive power of the mg42 machine gun is simply a nightmare for all targets.
"Cease fire! I can't see the target! Stop shooting!" Right next to Rennes, a liaison sergeant carrying communication equipment was stopping the armed helicopter above his head. After a few seconds, the shooting finally stopped, the smoke finally cleared, and Wolfe's body lay in the middle of a bomb crater, looking horrible.
He was overwhelmed by bullets before he could shout. After all, for the German special forces, the advantage in firepower is not a single star. They are used to pouring ammunition at the target to ensure that the target they want to attack is completely destroyed. As special forces, their only role is to kill opponents cleanly, and the rest are secondary factors.
"The condition of the wounded is very bad! Send them to the field hospital in the rear as soon as possible!" The doctor beside Renn helped Renn with simple hemostasis, and at the same time gave a loud suggestion to the commander not far away.
And the commander of the special forces also felt that it was the right thing to leave quickly. He signaled everyone to prepare to return to the plane, and then shot two more shots at Wolfe's body: "The Imperial Division has begun to retreat, the Soviets will arrive here soon, we need to leave as soon as possible!"
"Go and check... the wreckage of the King Tiger tank...! Nearby... there are our... wounded!" Stimulated by the medicine, Ren was still muttering repeatedly when he was being moved onto the stretcher. He was lifted onto a landing helicopter, and other special forces soldiers could only leave here on foot because they had no place.
Ren finally passed out on the plane. He felt the slight vibration of the fuselage of the plane, which was indeed more comfortable than that of the King Tiger tank...but the damn noise was really loud.
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There are two updates today, so don't wait. I need to make up for it in two days, after all, the cold is still not healed. Excuse me.