The more important targets Wittmann refers to are the "fireflies" behind the earthen walls. Free eBook Download//As the British towed anti-tank guns continued to be destroyed, the "Fireflies" had to leave their turrets out for a long time in order to better attack the approaching German tanks. This gave Wittmann a chance.

"The muzzle of the gun is turned in the direction of one o'clock!" Wittman gave the order. The gunner will quickly turn the muzzle there. There, a "Firefly" was emerging from its battery, firing at the swarming German tanks.

"Aim carefully, and look closely...... Okay, fire! ”

An 88mm armor-piercing round was spat out of the muzzle of Wittmann's Tiger, and then accurately hit the Firefly. With the help of the light of the flares, Wittmann saw through the telescope that the turrets of the Firefly had flown into the sky.

"Well done! …… Below...... Reversing! ”

The Tiger slammed backwards, and almost at the same time, a shell landed on the front side of the Tiger hull. Because of the angle of entry, the shell jumped and failed to penetrate the armor. But the shock from the shell hitting the front steel plate still caused the people in the car to feel dizzy. Wittmann himself hit his head on the hatch, but fortunately he had a helmet, or he would have broken his head and bleed

"10:30 o'clock!" Wittman shouted.

While reversing, the turret of the Tiger tank began to turn to the target. It's just that the Tiger tank's turret is notoriously slow, and before the Tiger can turn the turret around, the "Firefly" fired another shot at Wittmann's tank. This time, however, the shell from the "Firefly" missed the target and missed. And Wittmann also pointed his gun at the other side at this time. However, the opponent immediately disappeared behind the earthen wall. Wittmann's Tiger temporarily loses its target.

Wittmann's tank began to stop, then moved forward, pointing its gun barrel a little to the right of where the vanished Firefly tank had been. After observation, Wittman judged that the "Firefly" would most likely emerge from this direction. All he had to do now was keep an eye on the direction and quickly approach it so that he could deliver a fatal blow to it when it popped up.

Sure enough, after about half a minute, the "Firefly" came out of the place Wittman had expected.

Wittmann's tiger made a sharp stop, and at the same time quickly aimed at the newly exposed turret of the "Firefly", and fired before the "Firefly".

To say that Wittman's luck today is really good, at night, for such a small target, his tank actually managed to make two shots and two hits. This shell succeeded in destroying the "Firefly" again.

"Captain, what a nice job!" Driver Heinrich?? Lamel also screamed excitedly.

"Reverse at 5 o'clock!" Wittmann knew that if he destroyed two "Fireflies" in a row, he would definitely become the target of the British's concentrated fire shè, so he didn't have time to celebrate, so he gave the order to retreat.

Just as Wittman had predicted, several Fireflies turned their turrets and fired at Wittmann's Tiger. Good thing Heinrich?? Lamel turned the tiger down and almost flew up, and one relied on the movement of the wind to avoid this round of shelling.

In the process of reversing this crazy dodge, gunner Karl?? Wegener fired a shot at a Firefly. Cal?? Wegener fired this shot just to scare the opponent and interfere with its shè hit, and he didn't think about the question of whether he could hit it at all. However, a miracle happened, such a shot actually hit the target accurately again.

"This can also be a hit?" Even Wittman and his friends were a little stunned. It's not like there was no time in Wittman's combat career when he was unlucky, but almost every time he was lucky, there was something unlucky. If you're as lucky as you are today, will there be anything unlucky going to happen next?

But now is not the time to think about this, when this gang of fireflies concentrated their fire on Wittmann's tigers, the No. 4s who rushed forward also hurried to fire. However, their luck was not as good as that of Wittman, and the fire only hit one firefly. However, in a short period of time, four Fireflies were quickly lost over a short distance, which also caused a big gap in the British army's defense.

Taking advantage of this gap in the weakened British firepower, the German support vehicles quickly filled the anti-tank trench with prepared materials, and a large number of soldiers rushed up the earthen wall: a gap opened. The remnants of the British tanks also tried to resist at first, trying to drive the Germans off the earthen wall. However, the German anti-tank team quickly set up the "Tank Killer" bazooka and destroyed several British tanks in succession. So the first counter-charge of the British army was defeated.

At this time, the morning star has already risen, and the eastern sky has begun to glow, and the day is about to light! If the British resistance could not be completely crushed before dawn, the Allied air and naval superiority could be smashed to pieces by the Germans who were still in combat state as soon as the morning dawn came.

So now, after the gap was opened, the first reaction of the Germans was to throw more troops into the gap and tear it bigger and bigger. Decide the winner before the sun comes out.

Now the German sappers blasted a gap in the earthen wall, along which the tank could go over the thick earthen wall. Wittmann, who also commanded his own tanks, advanced in this direction. Victory seemed to be at hand.

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Sergeant Bednar slowly woke up. He found himself lying on the ground, not far from him was their six-pounder gun, and the loader George was lying next to it, his blood running down the ground, and he was holding a cap-piercing round to be reloaded. On the other side of the gun, the gunner Silva lay there, his eyes wide open.

Bednar rubbed his eyes, and by the light of the flares, he could see a large number of Germans not far away advancing towards the gap. Just about 500 meters away, a Tiger tank was also heading towards the earthen wall.

Bednar struggled to crawl toward the 6-pounder, his wounded leg leaving a trail of blood on the ground he had crawled on. Bednar climbed up to George's side first, and he reached out to take the armor-piercing bullet from George's hand. However, George had a tight grip, and it took a lot of effort for Bednar to get the cannonball out of his hand. Then he struggled to fill the shell into the chamber, and then began to endure bouts of dizziness, adjusting the gun and aiming at the target.

At this distance, the 6-pounder gun could penetrate the Tiger only from the side, but now the Tiger tank was facing him diagonally from the front. Bena knew that at this angle, even at zero distance, the 6-pounder gun would not be able to gnaw at the Tiger tank. But he also knew that he did not have time to wait for the tank to show his side, because there were several German infantrymen within twenty meters of him, and they could find themselves at any moment and make up for it; Second, I lost too much blood, and I am afraid that I will soon pass out again and never wake up again.

In his current state, Bennar couldn't even aim effectively. A phantus appeared in his eyes, and he could only reluctantly point the gun in the general direction of the enemy tank, and then pulled the arquebus, firing the shot. In the sound of the cannon, Bena's eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground.

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Wittmann felt his Tiger tank slam and knew it was his own tank that had been hit.

"Fortunately, there was no breakdown." Wittman thought as he looked around through the conning tower. This look made Weitmann completely stunned. Because, he found that the barrel of his tank was actually a lot shorter.

Weitman opened the hatch, leaned out, and examined it carefully. Yes, the barrel of his Tiger tank was a lot shorter, and now the barrel length is almost as long as that of the early No. 4 tank. Apparently, the shot just now happened to hit its own barrel and broke it in two.

Without artillery, Wittmann had no choice but to withdraw from the battle early. So just when everyone was rushing forward, Weitmann's crew could only slowly retreat.

"Damn! I knew I had run out of luck! Wittman shook his head slightly. However, he immediately discovered that he was not unlucky, but that the British battleship was so lucky.

The three battleships began to fire wildly with their main guns at the position that had just been breached.

"These Brits, it's so dark! Are they not afraid of accidentally injuring their own people? There are a lot of British soldiers still resisting in that area! Weitman's eyes widened.

Huge shells of 380 mm and 406 mm kept falling near the breach, like a rain of fire falling from the sky. In such shelling, both unprotected light infantry and heavy tanks were blown to pieces. Weitmann even saw a Tiger tank weighing more than 50 tons being blown up into the air during the artillery fire, somersaulting in the air, and then the turret was facing down and slamming upside down on the ground. Wittmann understood that if he hadn't had to retreat because the gun had been damaged, he would have his own one in the tank that had been blown up by the fire. Witnessing this scene, Wittmann knew that in today's battle, the Germans' chances of victory were extremely slim.

And at that moment, he saw a large group of stars shining in the sky with a bright red sè. Wittmann knew that it was not a star, it was an Allied plane, and now the sun had not yet reached the ground, but in a higher position, the sun had already come out. The bright red glow of those planes was nothing more than the reflection of the rising sun shining on them.