I have to say that Rengelheimer they were really lucky.

After moving to a new position, his crew was once again ready to aim at the British battleship. Of course, the new position is actually the position where they were when they first hit the British battleship. Rengelheimer and they just drove the tank back.

This has the advantage of not having to re-aim, just firing another shot at the angle of the first shot against the British battleship, and there is a good chance of hitting the opponent again. Although the angle cannot be exactly the same as before, and the slight changes in details such as wind speed, humidity, and temperature will cause a difference between this shot and the last time, but this difference will not be too large, and the target of the British battleship is very huge, so it is relatively easy to replicate the hit again.

However, in the middle of this process, the four soldiers on the British battleship seized the time to carry a large number of ammunition boxes to the deck and prepared for a new round of shelling.

A large number of ammunition boxes are laid out on the foredeck for nearby access. The elongated front of the battleship was almost piled with these gunpowder-filled dangerous goods, leaving only a gap that could barely allow one person to pass through.

Looking at the ammunition boxes full of pawnshops, the British ensign smiled with satisfaction. These are his confidences, the ones he relied on to destroy that damn German tank. Look at this gunpowder-smelling box, which contains the power guarantee of the guy in their hands.

The lieutenant smiled with satisfaction, and he could imagine what a hearty fire it would be when the shells in these ammunition boxes turned into flames and went out.

This will become a constant firepower that will never stop dying!

"Fatty, don't be lazy! Go and bring up the rest of the ammo boxes. The second lieutenant was still not satisfied, and instructed Bob: "The more the merrier, get me all the stocks in the ammunition depot, it's useless to keep them anyway." ”

"Take it again?!" Bob looked at the stupid lieutenant speechlessly. I thought to myself, this fucking idiot can't be stupid when he shot just now.

"Okay, no problem." Fat Bob replied, "I'll go now." ”

Anyway, this guy is not satisfied with how many ammo boxes he takes, so he simply doesn't take it. Bob secretly made a small calculation, both horizontal and vertical were not satisfied, why did he have to work hard to move the ammunition box, this body was heavy enough, and he had to drag boxes of ammunition back and forth, that must not be tiring.

As for now, Bob agreed on the surface, but in his heart he made a plan to find a cabin to hide secretly, and open a box of canned biscuits to fill his stomach first.

Fat people are already hungry, and after being tired for a long time just now, Bob was already hungry. Anyway, there are a lot of ammunition boxes on the deck now, and it won't be able to finish them for a while. Even if he didn't move the new ammunition box, he wouldn't have found out. It's better to take the opportunity to hide in the name of moving boxes, fill your stomach, and then move a box out to show your face when you're full.

So, Bob quickly ran away.

Watching the fat man leave, the ensign looked back at the deck's full ammunition boxes, and felt the satisfaction of holding a mountain of firepower reserves.

Kindness? What was that?

A shrill voice whistled out of the second lieutenant's ear, interrupting his intoxicating thoughts. The sound grew louder, harsher, and familiar.

Isn't this the sound of shells?! The Germans fired again!?

For a moment, the ensign's satisfied expression instantly turned to extreme horror.

He found that, in his anger, he had overlooked a very important thing!

The stacked ammunition boxes on the deck are truly spectacular, but when a shell lands on them, the accumulation of ammunition becomes a self-digging grave. A deck full of ammunition will turn this place into a sea of fire in an instant!

These ammunition were piled up in the ammunition depot, and the armor-piercing shells of Rengolheimer may not be able to penetrate the armor of the upper layer of the ammunition depot, and they will not cause an explosion.

Unfortunately, the second lieutenant was so angry that he lost his prudence and sanity and made such a stupid decision.

"Hoo !!" The business of the shells rubbing against the air had become sharper and sharper, and in the few tenths of a second that the shells were about to come down, even the second lieutenant was mentally aware of what was about to happen. However, his body had no time to react.

Before the second lieutenant's eyes, the grenade that Lengelheimer fired landed in a corner of the stacked ammunition box and exploded. Because it was a grenade, it had a great impact and immediately caused a violent burst of fire. And this explosion soon turned into a chain reaction, splashing a brilliant burst of fireworks in front of the British ensign.

His stupidity hurt everyone on board.

Wrong.......... The fat man hasn't come back yet, can this guy survive?!

In the moments before he died, the second lieutenant was glad that he hadn't killed everyone....... Damn, are fat people so lucky?

At the same time, Rengoheimer in the distance also looked incredulous.

Fuck, I knew that the power of the grenade was so great, what armor-piercing bullets were hit? A grenade directly blasts the battleship, isn't it!

"Brothers....... I'm not dreaming, am I? Renguelheimer looked at his results with suspicion.

He had conceived of killing and injuring the living forces on the British battleships with as many or even a dozen grenades as possible. Unexpectedly, with just one grenade, the entire British battleship was directly destroyed!

Seeing that no one responded to him, Rengelheimer directly pinched the leg of the driver sitting in front of him and asked, "Does it hurt?!" ”

"Ah........" The driver pretended to overhead and scolded, "I know you want to see if you're dreaming, but you should also pinch your own leg and ask for your own!" ”

"Alright, I don't think you're dreaming." The gunner shook his head and said, "But the power of the grenade will definitely not be so great, it should be the grenade we fired that caused some kind of accident." ”

"Let's drive the tank over and have a look," Rengelheimer clapped, "Anyway, after this explosion, no one on that ship will survive." Let's take a look and maybe find something out. ”

Ten minutes later, Rengoheimer, who slowly drove the tank next to the wreckage of the battleship, was quickly slapped in the face.

A fat figure jumped from the still burning British battleship. What kind of god could have survived such a violent explosion?! Rengelheimer stared at the scene dumbfounded.

His confusion was quickly solved. The fat figure came ashore and spotted the tank, and immediately walked with his hands raised in surrender.

Later, Rengoheimer brought the British fat man back to the company and figured out what happened. It has to be said that Renguelheimer was lucky enough to sink a destroyer with a Leopard tank.

And the fat man's luck was even better, he was able to skillfully dodge the wave in such a violent explosion and be unscathed!