Imperial Overlord

"Sir! Get out of there! They're already on your flanks!" The commander of the other Panther tanks who were retreating saw Wittmann's car standing still and fired, and warned loudly on the radio.

Their tanks were retreating, but Wittmann's tank stopped. Although the hit accuracy of stopping in place will be greatly improved, the enemy will also quickly rush up and start deadly attacks from all directions.

The frontal armor of the tank is the thickest, and the sides on both sides are much worse, which is why the tank emphasizes facing the enemy directly.

But at this moment, Wittmann's Panther tank not only stopped, but the turret was turning to the left a little bit, exposing the side of its turret to the muzzle of the Soviet tank.

"Boom!" Wittmann's car fired another shot, hitting a Soviet T-34 tank that was trying to approach the German tank force from the side.

However, in a place that no one could see, a Soviet T-34 tank stopped moving forward, and then aimed its black barrel at Wittmann's tank.

"Ready to fire! Destroy that German tank! Quick!" Inside the hull of the T-34 tank, the Soviet commander ordered through gritted teeth.

Fighting against German tank troops was an unfair contest most of the time. On the one hand, the Soviet tanks had to approach the German army desperately, but they were constantly destroyed in the process; on the other hand, other German troops would join the battle to suppress the Soviet tank troops.

It was hard to have a fair chance, or at least a chance that seemed fair, and the Soviet tank commanders certainly cherished it.

You must know that if such an attack is launched on a sunny day, then the Luftwaffe will first come to bomb, and then maybe the overwhelming artillery fire such as rockets will cover it.

Now, in the rainy weather, the German army does not have these bonus points, and the battlefield seems more favorable to the Soviet Union.

Therefore, the Soviet tank commander finally seized the opportunity to fire, and he was so excited.

"Armor-piercing projectile! Loaded!" The Soviet commander, who was part-time loader, loaded an armor-piercing projectile into the gun chamber, and then shouted loudly to the gunner beside him.

The Soviet tanks had four members, one less than the Germans, so their turrets could be made smaller, but it would affect the tank's ability to work together.

Therefore, during World War II, Germany and the United States both used five-man tank crews. After the Soviet Union later modified the T-34 to become T-34/85, both used five-man tank crews.

"Boom!" The gunner didn't hesitate at all, and opened fire directly at Wittmann's car. The cannonball charged towards Wittmann's car like an arrow from the string.

Then... the shell hit the upper edge of the Panther tank's turret, leaving a gap, and then it was bounced into the sky because of its hardness.

"Damn it! It's too high! Load me with ammo! I'm going to keep firing!" the gunner shouted loudly, and then continued to adjust his gun's firing angle.

Soon, the second shell was loaded into the barrel of the artillery, and the Soviet artillery commander had also adjusted the angle of his artillery.

He aimed at Wittmann's car and fired another round. This shell is aimed at a lower place than before, so the hit is hardly a problem.

On the other side, inside Wittmann's tank, the shell just now almost flew past Wittmann's face.

Wittmann leaned out halfway to direct the battle, and the angle of the shell that hit the tank turret along the corner was right in front of him.

By the time he saw the charred black gap made by the cannonball on the welding corner of the turret in front of him, the cannonball had no idea where it had gone.

"We were hit!" inside the car, the gunner Wegner shouted loudly. Duke and Homan panicked. It was the second time they had been hit by the enemy.

"Keep firing! Remember what we sang in our song?" Wittmann shouted loudly, as if to vent his inner fear: "Even if we die! At least there is a steel coffin!"

"Boom!" With his shout, an 88mm caliber shell shot out and flew to the distant target.

A KV-1 tank, which was stopping to fire, was hit by a shell and burst into a dazzling fire in the rain, turning into a burning flame.

Homan, who was loading the shells, Duke sitting in the cockpit, Ekhov, the electrical engineer, and Karl Wegener, who had just fired, had all forgotten their fears.

Because what was sung in that song seemed to be what they had always believed in. The tank is their home, and the tank is their coffin.

They would rather burn with their tanks and fly to heaven with their souls than live a mediocre life and then lie in bed waiting to die.

Owning a steel coffin... Fighting for the Führer until the end... seems like a good choice. At least for them, it's a good choice.

Adrenaline poured out, affecting their thinking. Cowards are shameful, they use victory to add glory to themselves, even death, but also vigorous.

"Boom!" The T-34 tank opposite finally fired the second shot. The Soviet artillery commander, who had adjusted the aiming scale, shot a cannonball he was determined to win.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, the armor-piercing projectile moved forward quickly, and the fiery airflow wrapped it, blowing away the surrounding raindrops and distorting the surrounding air.

"Bah!" There was a loud noise, and the shell did hit Wittmann's car, which was parked there and kept firing.

The huge force pierced the steel plate blocking the road at once, as simple and clear as cutting tofu~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But this shell did not penetrate the front armor of the tank, but penetrated the block on the side of the tank. The mud board, followed by beating on the track.

After smashing the track, the shell still moved forward, directly smashing the guide wheel of Wittmann's car, and then slightly deviated from the flight path, hitting the second road wheel behind the guide wheel.

This powerful blow made the entire Panther tank tremble. Inside the body, everyone knew that they had been hit again.

"I...it's fine!" Ekhov, the mechatronics operator leaning on the crawler side, looked at his chest carefully, and found that he was not smashed into a sieve by steel scraps, and shouted happily.

"Continue to fire! We have to fight until the last moment!" Wittmann shouted desperately for his comrades. As long as the tank was not penetrated, he felt that he could continue to fight.

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