Just as Eric cursed the French soldiers in the forest opposite, shrunken and shivering in the crater to meet his death, he finally made out a different sound from the rumbling artillery fire.

It was an inaudible sound of steel grinding, small and unpleasant, but at the moment it was extraordinarily clear, as pleasant as classical music.

That's the sound of tracks colliding when tanks are moving at high speed!

"God! Oh, God! Reinforcements are coming! Hearing the sound of a tank moving behind him, Eric shouted excitedly, and his fear dissipated, and he even dared to poke half of his body out of the crater and look back.

But he didn't see the German tanks he wanted to see.

The great disappointment replaced the previous ecstasy.

"What? What about tanks? What about reinforcements?! Eric roared in a broken heart.

"Boom!" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a flash of fire in a large bush not far away, and a grenade with an orange-yellow glow flew straight into the woods that were spraying anger into the field.

After a loud bang, a two-person hugging each other was directly exposed to the roots, and the culprit of all this also rushed out of the bushes, revealing his true face - a Tiger tank that was slightly low (relatively speaking, but still a behemoth) and exuded a murderous aura of steel.

"Grenade loading!" Wittman poked his head out of the hatch of the tank, looked at where the shells landed, and ordered.

"Understood! Grenade reloading! When Joseph heard the order, he immediately pulled the cartridge shell out of the barrel, and then pulled out a grenade from the ammunition rack next to him as quickly as possible, stuffed it into the chamber, and closed the bolt, "The grenade is loaded!" ”

"15° to the left, launch!"

"Boom!" As the tank shuddered, another grenade broke out of the chamber and flew in the direction Wittman pointed.

Then after the grenade exploded, there was nothing but broken wood on the ground.

"Grenade loading!" Wittman commanded again.

"Understood!" Joseph again pulled a grenade from the ammunition rack.

"Boss, can I ask what we're fighting?" The gunner, Wall, took advantage of Joseph's reloading and couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know." Wittmann shook his head with a calm face, "My instincts tell me that what is hiding in that woods is not the French artillery positions reported by the infantry, but something more dangerous. ”

"More dangerous? Could it be...... Tank? Wall was stunned.

"Reloaded!" Just as Wittmann was about to speak, Joseph re-latched the bolt.

"15° to the left, launch!"

Another grenade ran towards his target.

After the grenade hit the target Wittman was aiming at, the woods finally came back to life - it threw four rounds of silver-laden objects at Wittman's car 1331.

That's four armor-piercing shells!

"Poof! Boom! Boom! Burst! Four consecutive sounds, indicating that two of the four armor-piercing bullets went into the dirt, while the other two hit the steel beast with the word "1331" painted on it, causing the beast, which weighed dozens of tons, to shake violently twice.

"Damn! Damn it! We've been shot! Joseph shouted.

"Calm down! Sedation! Wittman touched his head, which had just been knocked by shaking and "We weren't punched!" Joseph, there is a cold-rolled steel armor in front of you with a large inclination angle and a thickness of up to 100mm! Didn't you notice that we didn't even put out the fire? ”

Joseph quickly calmed down, glanced ahead, and let out a sigh.

As Wittmann said, with the current frontal protection of the Tiger, there is indeed no artillery that can penetrate at this distance, even with the Tiger tank's own 88mm long diameter anti-tank gun, it must be at least close to 300m to penetrate.

"Why do they have anti-tank guns? Didn't it say that the good ones were flat-fire howitzers? Joseph was a little embarrassed by his performance, and he shouted in annoyance.

"I'll just say it's not the howitzer position that the infantry reported." Wittman said slowly, "The infantry must have been stunned when they were suddenly hit by this level of artillery, so they subconsciously thought that the shells were fired by howitzers." ”

"Platoon commander! Platoon leader! How are you? The concerned voice of the commander of the second car came from the headphones, "I saw that you were hit in the front by two armor-piercing bullets!" ”

"It's okay! It's just tickling. Wittman replied nonchalantly.

"Ha, I thought I could be promoted to platoon commander." Captain No. 2 was relieved when he heard Wittman's voice and confirmed that he was okay.

"Haha, there's not much that can kill me Weitman." Wittman smiled, "Obviously, this forest is not among them. Okay Retzker, come out, let's go to the woods and meet the French! ”

As soon as Wittmann finished speaking, the other three Tiger tanks rushed out of their respective covers and headed in the direction of Wittman.

"Hey! Buddy! Dude!" Just as Wittman was directing the massive tiger to slowly retreat behind a shelter, a voice came from the back of the tank.

Wittmann looked behind him suspiciously, and it turned out to be an infantry officer crawling to the tank.

"Are you all alright?" The officer asked.

"The Führer is above, and we're fine." Wittman replied politely.

"That's good, man......" Eric said halfway through when he suddenly saw the rank of SS captain on Wittmann's shoulder, and quickly changed his words, "Uh, sir......"

"It's fine." Wittman laughed twice, "You must be the commander of this infantry company, right?" Is there anything wrong with you coming here? ”

"I want to ask if there is anything we can do to help?" Eric asked.

Listening to Eric's words, Wittman originally wanted to refuse, but he looked at Erik's blood—obviously not his own—and changed his mind.

"Can you follow us with your infantry? I think we need a little cover. Wittman said.

"No problem!" Eric laughed twice, then crouched up and trotted behind car 1331.

At this time, the other three cars also arrived at the side of Wittmann's car, and the assembled three rows began to spread out and keep a certain distance, and pressed side by side towards the woods.

Along the way, the infantrymen who had been lying on the ground to avoid the shelling saw their tanks starting to press forward, and rolled to the rear of the tank as the tank passed by them, then stood up and quickly ran behind the tank, following the four giant beasts and slowly moving towards the woods.

And the anti-tank guns in the woods didn't just watch the German tanks press on them, one after another anti-tank shells fired at four tigers at several times the speed of sound, but in addition to making a "Boom! Or, "Poof! The sound only left a few small pits on the tiger's front face.

Just as the tigers reached the edge of the woods, the contents finally came into full bloom - French heavy tanks that were no less big than tigers!

"Good!" Looking at the enemy who was several times his size, Wittman laughed, "Maybe you don't know, I've been looking for you for a long time!" ”