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Wittmann looked up in the direction of the sound, and he saw a group of attack planes in a column, flying from behind them along the causeway at an altitude of about 700-800 meters. As the attack aircraft approached the target, one of the leading P/A-47 attack aircraft began to dive first.

At this time, the Gao Shè machine gun on the tank also fired at those attack aircraft, but such firepower was not enough to cause any effective deterrent to the US attack aircraft, but the leading P/A-47 dived while firing fiercely with a 20 mm gun, and the machine gunner on the first tank only fired a few bullets, and was hit by the 20 mm shells from the P/A-47 Shè, and the Gao Shè machine gun was immediately dumb. By this time, the P/A-47 had approached close enough that the two 37-mm guns mounted on the inside of the P/A-47's wings began to spew flames. One of the two 37mm shells hit the heat dissipation window of the tank's engine, and the shell easily passed through the thin layer of barbed wire, and then smashed the engine to pieces, and the other hit the top of the turret of the hapless tank, and successfully pierced through its top armor, and the tank immediately stopped, and then black eyes appeared.

The P/A-47, which had just completed the attack, pulled up from the left side, drew a large inclined circle in the air, and then went around the rear of the attack aircraft formation and re-entered the assault course. Immediately after him, another P/A-47 also completed the strike on another tank in the same way, and then also used such an action to go around the rear of the attack aircraft formation, closely following behind the P/A-47 attack aircraft in front.

"Accelerate!" In this case, Wittman shouted, once his Tiger tank that rushed to the front was destroyed, all the tanks that stayed on the causeway would be blocked, and then they really had only one way to die.

At this time, from behind the earthen embankment on the opposite side, several turrets suddenly appeared, and their muzzles were all aimed at Wittmann's Tiger tank .......

Kevin? Martin was watching his loader load a 76 mm armor-piercing round into the breech. Just now, the armor-piercing bullet from his tank hit the Tiger tank in the head. At a distance of more than four hundred meters, and hitting the weak side again, the tiger must be finished. However, Kevin is sure that this credit is not only due to his own crew, there are at least 5 teams attacking this target just now.

"Hey, Sergeant, we've taken out another Tiger!" Keane, the loader, finished his movements, and said as he touched the sweat on his face with his sleeve.

"Maybe it's only one in five." Kevin said.

At this time, the shells of the German counterattack landed on the top of a nearby earthen embankment, and the exploded clods of earth were scattered in the open turret of Kevin's chariot like rain.

"Bah, bah, bah, bah." Keane kept spitting out the dirt in his mouth, and just as he was about to speak, a piece of blown up dirt flew directly into his mouth.

"Phew!" Keane spat out the last bit of mud: "Damn it...... If you want to say, the M-10 is good, and that's ......."

This is an American M-10 tank destroyer, a tank destroyer with an open rotating turret developed on the basis of the M4 tank. Its 76 mm gun has a stronger armor-piercing ability than the original M4 75 gun. However, it is still difficult to penetrate the front of the Tiger tank, but at such a distance of more than 400 meters, it is still easy to penetrate the side of the Tiger.

The open turret gave the tank destroyer a better view, but it also caused a lot of trouble. For example, in street fighting, sometimes the enemy throws grenades directly in. Of course, in the current battle, Kevin doesn't need to worry about this, but now in order to ensure the view, it is impossible to hang the canvas canopy, and it is inevitable to eat some soil.

Kevin stepped on the turret and stood up, so that his line of sight could just go over the earthen embankment. He saw the Tiger tank with its head slumped there, burning brightly. Now on this earthen embankment, a dozen tanks are trapped. The P/A-47 and P/A-38 attack aircraft in the sky are also constantly launching dives. However, their target was no longer the tanks trapped on the embankment, but the enemy tanks and infantry who had not yet had time to enter the embankment.

"Target direction ......" Kevin reported a statistic, and the turret immediately rotated at an angle, and then the M-10 tank destroyer climbed up the ramp, exposing the turret, and at this time, its barrel was facing a Leopard tank. The M-10 tank destroyer made a sudden stop, and it took almost only a few seconds to shè the armor-piercing shells that had already been loaded. The chariot then quickly began to reverse and return to the protection of the earthen embankment. Just as the turret was about to disappear under the earthen embankment, Kevin saw a burst of flames erupt from the side of the Leopard tank.

The German tanks on the earthen embankment, under the blows of the American troops, burned one after another. There was also a Tiger tank that tried to bypass a burning tank in front, but accidentally slipped off the causeway and fell directly into the trench. This intact Tiger tank later became part of the collection of the Aberdeen Museum.

At this time, the German tanks that had not yet entered the causeway were scurrying around in front of the American positions like headless flies, and then they were constantly ignited by the attack aircraft of the Army Aviation. Fortunately, the attack planes quickly ran out of last ammunition, so they turned their heads, climbed to a high place, and flew off into the distance.

The departure of the attack plane made the Germans breathe a sigh of relief, but as soon as the attack plane left, the 155-mm guns on the US side hit the head and face again. It is clear that it is already impossible to continue to break through.

……

"Marshal, our offensive is blocked by the enemy." Marshal Kruger's chief of staff said to Marshal Kruger.

Kruger stood up, walked to the sand table, bent down, pressed his hands on the edge of the sand table, and looked down at the sand table.

"Marshal, in order not to alarm the enemy, we did not conduct detailed reconnaissance beforehand, so our judgment of the state of defense of the American army has been skewed. We were in this position, well, right here at Heights 317, and we unexpectedly ran into the second line of defense of the American army. The Americans dug three anti-tank trenches here, arranged tank bunkers, and our air force was completely suppressed near the airfield and could not provide air protection. So, here the tank units were repeatedly attacked by enemy attack aircraft, and the losses were significant...... In addition, on both of our flanks, enemy troops were found, marshal, I think...... I think it's time to get the troops out. ”

Kruger nodded, then replied in a voice so calm that even he himself was surprised, "You're right, we should indeed admit defeat and withdraw our troops." He straightened up, put his hands behind his back, and paced slowly. The staff officer knew that every time the marshal had to make a big decision, it was always like that.

"Order, remove all troops as soon as possible! Also, immediately send troops to Mar del Plata, transfer the paratroopers there! Hold there, especially those bridges! Kruger stood still, turned to the chief of staff, and said.

"Yes! Marshal! The Chief of Staff raised his hand to salute the marshal, and Marshal Kruger noticed that his chief of staff did not salute him in a Nazi salute, but with a military salute from the Second Reich.

……

"Ron, do you think these Germans don't have a clear head?" Still wearing his flight jacket and two glasses of ice cream in his hand, Boington walked over to Ron. He walked over to Ron, bent down, and handed Ron one of the cups.

"Well, it's for you." Boington said as he sat down next to Ron.

"Thank you." Ron took the ice cream, licked it, and said in an envious tone, "You're having enough of it today, aren't you?" ”

"Where, it's not interesting at all." Boeington shook his head as he gulped down ice cream, and replied, "The Germans have no pilots available, and although there are quite a few enemy planes encountered today, none of them are decent except for the first and second." Some guys, well, don't even need you to fight, just fly over and intimidate him with their eyes, and he'll fall headlong on his own. Bullying this kind of rookie really has no sense of accomplishment compared to shooting a target. After all, the target machine will not be scared into a spiral by a glance from you. Hey, Ron......" Boeington leaned a little closer to Ron, "and let me say, we might as well go to the Pacific Ocean and fight Rì myself, maybe I'll be a little more energetic." ”

"Dream on, you!" Ron stared at Boington with a hillbilly look, "You think it's still '42?" Not long ago, in June, the guys of the Navy in Mariana shot down hundreds of planes in a wave of air battles with Rì himself, and they suffered almost no losses. Beaten like this by the Navy, do you say that Rì himself will be stronger than the Germans? ”

"I'll go! It was beaten so badly by the navy! Boeington sighed, "It seems that little rì is not good either." It's really boring, but the devil at least has a bit of madness, and it's always a little more fun to have that. It's a pity that the Russians are now our allies...... Oh, do you think the Luftwaffe will come out tomorrow? ”

"I don't think they're coming out again," Ron said, "and the Luftwaffe, like you said, don't think they're going to come out without the madness of Rì himself." Not only the Air Force, but I think that the German Army, after touching the ashes today, may not come out tomorrow to die in broad daylight. Today, in one day, we have killed more than 60 tanks and armored vehicles, and at least 200 trucks and motorcycles of various kinds. The Germans don't have so much to give us to fight like this every day. But tomorrow you'll have to go near the Germans' airport. ”

……

While Ron and Boington were chatting about tomorrow's battle, General Bradley was also discussing with Field Marshal Montgomery about tomorrow's action at Allied Command.

"Today the Germans suffered considerable losses in the attack, and they emptied both flanks for this attack. Now that their armored forces have suffered such a defeat again, we no longer need to worry about their counterattack. Montgomery said, "In order to prevent the enemy from escaping, we need to speed up the net." ”