Imperial Overlord

This independent tank regiment has three independent tank battalions under its jurisdiction, which can independently carry out combat tasks and is larger than the tank battalion in the Eastern Front. . fastest update

For example, Wittmann's training camp is the most terrifying of the three independent battalions. In addition to the independent preparation of 45 Panther tanks, it also has an independent supply truck force and a battalion headquarters for an armored fighting vehicle company.

However, when Wittmann saw his new tank on December 15, he found that the new tank had shrunk a lot compared to the previous one.

For example, the beautiful fenders are gone, and the remaining tracks are suddenly exposed, which makes the tank look a lot cheaper.

In addition, the Panther tank's almost iconic outer skirt has changed, becoming a little shorter, and also has a simple hanging opening.

These openings are said to allow soldiers to look at the opposite side through the iron plates, and it is also more convenient for these plates to be hung on the sides of the tank.

After such a change, the original Leopard tank seems to have been stripped naked, which makes Wittmann look unpleasant.

But in another place, the Panther tank seems to have been strengthened again. On the turret, the commander and the loader's exit are equipped with machine gun brackets and anti-shields.

With this thing, Wittmann found that when he leaned half of his body out of the tank door, he became much safer.

And he can operate his machine gun and kill the soldiers around the tank without notifying others. This is obviously a lot more convenient, and it also gives the tank the ability to deal with multiple targets at the same time.

"Are you seasick?" Just as Wittmann looked at his new tank, wondering if he should change his surprised expression or complain about the lack of tank accessories, a voice rang from behind him.

Wittmann turned around, and then quickly stood to attention. Because he saw a man in the uniform of an SS general standing in front of him with his hands behind his back.

Joseph Dietrich looked at Wittmann with a smile, when snowflakes fell from the gap between the two. Wittmann saluted with Wehrmacht etiquette, Dietrich saluted with SS etiquette.

Then Wittmann was shy and said nervously, "Sir, what did you ask me just now?"

"I would like to know if the commanders of the tank troops sent to support us have any experience in sailing..." Dietrich replied with a smile, and then motioned for Wittmann to follow him.

Wittmann cautiously followed Dietrich's side, and answered with some trepidation: "General... I may be better, because I often bump on the tank for a long time."

Wittmann's answer is not modest at all, he doesn't know about others, but for himself, it is really bumping on the tank for too long.

In addition to his own tank training, he was often seconded to brother units, where he still spent long hours in tanks.

Over the years, he is like a coach in a driving school, spending most of his time on his tank.

As a direct result, Wittmann and his crew members could feel the bed shaking even when they were lying on the bed.

That's the slight shudder that the engine brings to the tank when it's working. Only people who work with the engine for a long time every day will have such an illusion.

"Then go to the sea and try it. I know that you are all excellent fighters carefully selected, but you have to fight in an unknown environment, which is very deadly." Dietrich's face hung on his face. With a faint smile, he waved his hand and walked into the distance.

This conversation became the first between Wittmann and Dietrich, who had never been in contact with each other before.

It has to be said that although Dietrich is a SS fighter who often commits crimes, in fact he is better at administration and preparations in all aspects than commanding operations.

Even in real history, Dietrich spent much of his time preparing to form new troops rather than fighting on the front lines.

But he is indeed a very powerful commander in the SS, because the troops he brought out are known for their outstanding combat effectiveness, and he is a rare practical talent.

Li Le arranged Dietrich to go to the Western Front, and it was also because of this aspect of him that he was able to gather the Adolf Hitler Guards Panzer Division, the 112th and 9th Mechanized Infantry Divisions, and other landing troops, and put them together. Forming a new combat group was Dietrich's top priority.

Now, this choice is undoubtedly correct, Dietrich is competent for the job, and makes the first batch of attacking clusters full of vitality.

Leaning on the side of the torpedo boat docked on the small pier, Wittmann felt the deep malice the sea brought to the German armored forces.

First was the cold air, as if to soak Wittmann's bones. He wrapped the coat tightly around him, but still found that the cold air mixed with moisture was digging into his neck.

Then there is the monotonous and uncomfortable shaking brought by the sea. Wittmann quickly turned pale, and like other officers who had just been transferred to the Western Front for training, he felt his stomach churning.

Holding the railing on the side of the torpedo boat, Wittmann looked at the water not far from him. The waves washed over again and again, as if they never stopped.

"Gentlemen, in the plan you all have to sail for 7 to 9 hours at sea, and now we will adapt from 2 hours! I hope you will not be too uncomfortable!" The captain of the torpedo boat in a fur coat laughed loudly, speaking to a group of The landlubbers elaborated on the training plan that followed.

Touching the life jacket hanging on his chest, Wittman knew that torture was coming soon. Sure enough, it didn't take long for the torpedo boat to leave the dock, swaying and bumping forward, making people dizzy and vomiting.

Many tank commanders began to vomit, and Wittmann felt uncomfortable in his stomach. They jostled in the torpedo boat, trying to adjust their bodies to what was going on in front of them.

When it was time for dinner, Homan was retching listlessly at the door of the snow-covered barracks, like a pregnant woman.

The driver, Duke, was also not doing well. He had no appetite and had been lying in the barracks, not even having the strength to speak.

After all, Wittmann ate a little dinner, and then went to the camp with Karl Wegner to study the attention requirements of the landing. Getting the Panther tank to land quickly is not a simple project.

It relies on a tacit understanding between the tank crew, the crane and the boat, and requires everyone to understand and be familiar with the entire operation.

Ehoff seems to like the feeling of riding a boat, and he may be the only person in the entire crew who is not seasick. Maybe it has something to do with his birthplace, he grew up in northern Germany, near the sea.

The closer to the landing time, the more frequently the combat meeting was held. Wittmann sat in his seat, and the notebook was full of various landing matters.

Including from the beginning of carrying luggage, stacking luggage and other issues, until the subsequent fuel rationing, the unloading process of the tank.

"The tracks of these tanks will hang down... they will definitely hang down... If you don't put things in place, there will be problems when they land on the ground." Similar questions were raised one after another.

After various experiments, most of the problems will be solved. When all the issues are resolved, the day of landing is not far away.

In order to allow the Panther tank to go ashore as soon as possible and let out the floating dock for landing, the people above finally stipulated that the crawler should be fixed with ropes.

Then, give the required tank crew members a pair of large scissors, and after the tank has landed, cut the fixed rope on it.

Of course, this scissors are not allowed to be taken away from the floating dock, because the subsequent tanks will still be used. There are countless such things, at least in Wittmann's view, really countless.

Unlike in the land battle, five white inflatable life jackets were distributed in his tank on December 14.

There is a Japanese logo on this thing. It needs to be opened where it needs to be used and how to use it, but everyone can't understand it, so they can only learn and use the rules by rote.

As for why these life jackets are white, you have to ask the Japanese manufacturer. Maybe they think that dyeing is a waste of another process, so they save a step is not sure.

"The characters on it are so strange, they look like weird symbols." Homan obviously had no talent in linguistics, and he was a little overwhelmed by the hiragana and katakana in Japanese~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Of course, The only few Chinese characters, which he obviously didn't know, represented too deep meanings, at least too deep for Germans.

At this time, Wittmann was sorting out the ammunition on his tank. While distributing the life jackets, the frontline troops also began to distribute the ammunition, which meant that a battle was about to begin.

Because of the need to bring as much material as possible to the shore, the Leopard tank is unprecedentedly crowded. Not only food but also extra life jackets, there are all kinds of other things inside.

"20 cans of meat... 44 drums... and two bags of flour... I think our tanks are about the same as a dining car." Karl Wegner, who was helping Wittmann sort out, said depressedly.

Wittman smiled, stuffed the chain for the commander's machine gun into the chain box, and continued to check the machine gun above the shooter and another chain that was issued.

Behind him, the sturdy loader Homan was studying how to reload his machine gun. He had never done it before, and it was a brand new skill. But he was very excited, because this machine gun was operated by him...