"Sir! Get out of there! They're already on both of your wings! The commanders of the other retreating Leopard tanks saw Wittmann's car, which was standing still and firing, and reminded loudly on the radio.

Their tanks were retreating, but Wittmann's tanks were standing still. Although the accuracy of the hit will be greatly improved if you stay in place, the enemy will also quickly rush up and start a deadly attack from all directions.

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

But at this moment, Weitmann's Leopard tank not only stopped, but the turret was rotating to the left little by little, exposing the side of its turret to the muzzle of the Soviet tank.

"Boom!" Seeing that Wittmann's car fired another shot, it hit a Soviet T-34 tank trying to approach the German tank unit from the side.

But out of sight, a Soviet T-34 tank stopped its progress and aimed its own black barrel at Wittmann's tank.

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

Fighting with German tank units was mostly an unfair contest. On the one hand, Soviet tanks had to desperately approach the German army, but they had to be constantly destroyed in the process; On the other hand, other German units would join the battle to suppress the Soviet tank forces.

Finally, there was a fair chance to fight, or at least a seemingly fair one, which the Soviet tank commanders certainly cherished.

You know, if such an attack is launched on a sunny day, then first the Luftwaffe will come and bomb it, and then it will be covered by rockets and other artillery fire.

Now, with the rainy weather, the Germans do not have these plus points, and the battlefield seems to be more favorable to the Soviet side.

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

"Armor-piercing shells! Reloaded! The Soviet commander, who worked part-time as a loader, loaded an armor-piercing shell into the chamber of the gun, and then shouted to the gunner next to him.

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

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

"Boom!" The gun commander did not hesitate at all, and fired directly at Weitmann's car, and the cannonball rushed towards Weitmann's car like an arrow from the string.

And then...... The shell hit the top edge of the Leopard tank's turret, leaving a gap, and then it was bounced into the sky because of its hardness.

"Hell! It's too high! Reload me! I'm going to keep firing! The cannon commander shouted loudly, and then continued to adjust the angle of his cannon.

Soon, the second shell was loaded into the muzzle of the gun, and the Soviet commander had already adjusted the angle of his gun.

He aimed at Wittman's car, and fired another shell. The aim of this shell was lowered a little bit lower than just now, so the hit was hardly a problem.

On the other side, inside Wittman's tank, the shell just now flew almost in front of Wittman's face.

Wittmann leaned out half of his body to direct the battle, and the shell that hit the corner of the tank's turret flew right in front of his eyes.

By the time he could see the charred notch in the welded corner of the turret in front of him, the shell had gone somewhere.

"We've been hit!" Inside the car, Gun Commander Wegener shouted loudly. Duke and Homan were panicked, for the second time they had been hit by the enemy.

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

"Boom!" With his shout, an 88 mm caliber shell flew out and flew towards a distant target.

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

Homan loading shells, Duke sitting in the cockpit, and electrician Ehoff, and Karl, who had just opened fire? Wegener, have forgotten their fears.

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

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

Have a coffin of steel...... Fight for the Führer until the last moment...... All seem to be good options. At least for them, a good choice.

Adrenaline poured out and swayed their thinking. Cowards are shameful, they want to add glory to themselves with victory, even if it is death, with a bang.

"Boom!" The T-34 tank on the opposite side finally fired a second shot, and the Soviet gun commander, who had adjusted the aiming scale, fired a shell that he was aiming for.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the armor-piercing projectile flew forward, the fiery air flow enveloping it, blowing away the raindrops around it and distorting the air around it.

"Phew!" There was a loud bang, and the shell did hit Wittmann's car, which was parked there and firing incessantly.

The tremendous force broke through the steel plate that blocked the way at once, and it was as simple and clear as cutting through tofu.

It's just that this shell did not penetrate the frontal armor of the tank, but through the fender on one side of the tank, followed by a hammer on the track.

After shattering the tracks, the shell continued to move forward, shattering the guide wheels of the Wittmann car directly, and then slightly deviating from the flight trajectory and crashing into the second load wheel behind the guide wheels.

This powerful blow made the entire Leopard tank tremble, and inside the hull, everyone knew that they had been hit again.

"I ...... It's okay! Ehoff, the mechanic leaning on the track, took a closer look at his chest and shouted happily to see that he had not been beaten into a sieve by steel chips.

"Keep firing! We're going to fight until the last moment! Wittman was desperate to cheer up his comrades, and as long as the tank was not penetrated, he felt that he could continue to fight.

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