The artillery equipped on the "Fat Marx" was developed from the K18 K18 105 mm 52 times caliber heavy field gun of the Krupp company, and was equipped with a muzzle brake with a firing angle of 8 degrees on the left and right. The gun can penetrate armor plates of 132 mm/90 degrees or 111 mm/30 degrees at a distance of 2000 meters. The chassis is a modified tank No. 4 Type A chassis with a water-cooled gasoline engine HL120TRM12 "Maybach" with a maximum power of 300 horsepower. The open fighting compartment was welded from thin armor plates of 10 to 50 mm, and the members carried 1 MG34 machine gun to provide fire for self-defense.

The two prototypes produced were equipped with the German 521 Tank Destroyer Battalion (the VK3001 with 128 mm guns was also equipped with this battalion) to take part in the attack on Gibraltar, but after the start of the "Barbarossa" program, the battalion was assigned to the German 3rd Panzer Division and these vehicles were tested in actual combat. During the battle, one "Fat Marx" was lost to an ammunition explosion near the Volkhov River, and the other was returned to the Magdeburg factory in October 41 due to a broken mobile device, but the final fate of this vehicle is unknown.

And what he is destroying now should be the second "Fat Marx"!

Thinking of the battle scene just now, Sun Hui felt a shudder.

What a stroke of luck it must have been to escape under its 105mm cannon!

"Brother Sun? How's it going over there? You okay? Ye Chuchu shouted from afar in the tank.

"It's fine!" Sun Hui knew that she was worried about her safety, and waved her hand, "You guys stay in the tank!" I'm going to scout around! ”

"Wait! Brother Sun! I'll go with you! Ye Chuchu said, carrying "Bobosha" and jumped out of the tank.

Sun Hui sighed, of course he knew that she meant well, so he didn't say anything.

Compared to her, he is not a qualified warrior.

He and the girls have survived until now, which can be said to be a completely lucky relationship.

The reason why he wanted to scout the surroundings was that he felt that it was a little unsafe for him and the girls to stay in the immobile tank tonight, and it was better to find a more secluded and safe place to spend the night and wait for the tank to repair itself.

His biggest concern now is that the tank doesn't repair itself as much as it used to.

After the two men met, they alternately covered to investigate the surrounding situation.

What Sun Hui didn't expect was that only half an hour after he and Ye Chuchu set off, Wang Linlin in the tank couldn't hold her breath and came out to chase them with "Bobosha".

Wang Linlin looked around, but did not find Sun Hui and Ye Chuchu, but found a cellar in a ruined courtyard not far away.

This cellar was dug not far from the house. Next to the cellar is an old apple tree. Wang Linlin remembers going to the countryside where her grandmother lived when she was a child, and there were similar cellars, which were generally dug deep and spacious, with four walls and the ground perpendicular. On one wall, Grandpa dug a tunnel to store potatoes in the winter. In the autumn of that year, the collective cowshed in the village had been completed, and the third uncle, who was the head of the village, gave his grandfather a few cement beams that had been scrapped during construction. It took my grandfather a long time to chisel them neatly with a chisel and spread them on the cellar to turn them into a solid canopy, and later spread a layer of loess nearly a meter thick on top of it. The soil layer is paved in the shape of a slow slope and compacted. A section of cast iron pipe with a ventilation flap was built on the top to prevent the dirty air in the cellar from being discharged and the stored vegetables from spoiling. There are also a few apple trees planted outside the cellar, and in the summer, the thick shade of the apple trees shelters the cellar from the heat, and even the hot July days are cool inside the cellar. She remembers that her elderly grandfather, with the help of the villagers, placed a flat rough stone under the apple tree. He often sat on the rocks to repair tools, did carpentry work, or rested in the shade of the trees......

After moving to the bustling city with his parents, the experience of rural life has long been forgotten, but at this moment, those long-term memories come back to me.

Wang Linlin suddenly had an idea, that is, tonight, everyone went to live in the cellar, because the tank may burn out to the enemy, but the cellar cannot be burned out.

She came closer, and took a closer look at the pit and saw that the cellar was intact, not even the wooden cover at the entrance had been burned. Wang Linlin just stretched out her hand to lift the heavy cover, and the scene of what Sun Hui would do if she was present suddenly rose in her mind, so she retracted her hand.

She looked around and found an iron fork, so she put her submachine gun on her back and took it.

Wang Linlin grabbed the iron fork, lifted the cellar cover, and immediately jumped back. A living German soldier sits on a low wooden barrel on the mud floor of the cellar. He looked at her without blinking...... Wang Linlin saw at a glance that the German man was pale and emaciated, with a neck as thin as a child's, and she also noticed that he was wounded: the gray military uniform was open, and there was a red blood spot on the washed shirt. At a moment that was too fast to capture, Wang Linlin found that the Germans were afraid of her, so she understood: this German had no weapons.

She stooped down at the entrance, staring silently at the Germans. His light blue eyes, which had widened with fear, were also fixed on her. His lips quivered, contorting into a pitiful look that seemed to be a smile rather than a smile. But he was stunned and didn't say a word. It appeared that he was no more than eighteen years old. A lock of pale yellow curls stuck to his sweaty forehead, two thin, dirty hands stretched out weakly, a slender white neck, and unshaven white hairs on his cheeks and above his upper lip—all these points showed that the wounded German was a child, a milky hairy boy, an inexperienced, frightened minor.

Hatred and intense nameless anger rushed into Wang Linlin's heart, her heart tightened, and a wave of nausea welled up her throat. A bright red mist obscured her eyes, and in this faint red mist she saw the little Russian boy who had died in front of her and kindly warned them.

And here it is, in this cellar, lies a half-dead, undead little villain. He wore the same gray uniform as the hateful German soldiers, with the same black bands on his sleeves and the same intelligible German letters on the bands that shone silver......

Wang Linlin bent her waist lower towards the entrance. She clutched the handle of her sharp iron fork so tightly that her fingers turned white. She turned slightly, put her foot into the mouth, and stood for a moment on the first step of the inclined steps of the cellar...... He stood for a while on the second level, his eyes fixed on the Germans, his iron fork in his hand.