"Captain, are we in the wrong place?"

"I think so......"

Second Lieutenant Heinz Wilhelm von Alistenke, commander of tank No. 133 of the 3rd Company of the 1st Battalion of the 1st Regiment, looked at everything around him and really didn't know how to explain to his subordinates. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The battle to attack Clerwick began in full swing after the weather cleared at 4 p.m. on the 14th, and with the cooperation of the German Air Force, the three divisions of the 19th Panzer Corps and the 1st Regiment launched an all-out attack on Clerwick, the last barrier of Dunkirk, which was held by the British and French forces.

Alexenk's No. 133 tank was hit by a shell shortly after the attack began, but thankfully the shell only destroyed their radio communications equipment and did little damage to the inside of the tank.

Due to the German tank attack and the threat from the air, the British troops defending the right flank of Breivik fired a large number of smoke bombs in front of the position, hoping to use this to block the German advance and neutralize the threat from the air.

It was also the smoke bombs of the British that caused the embarrassment of the No. 133 tank crew at this time.

The not very strong northwesterly wind soon blew the smoke screen over and to the right of the British position, and the No. 133 tank, which had lost its communication equipment, rushed forward frantically in the smoke screen, and when they finally passed through the smoke area, the people in the car looked at everything around them, and realized that their position seemed to be a little wrong.

Directly in front of them there were only two low houses, a field in which neither the British, the French, nor the Germans were left!

"What do we do next? Where to go? ”

The driver was a little dazed, according to the speed at which they rushed forward, they should have already rushed into Breivik at this time, but why was there nothing in front of them?

In the face of the driver's inquiry, Alexenke could not give accurate orders at all.

Pushing open the hatch, carefully poking his head out of the tank and taking out his binoculars, Alexenke began to look at everything around him, trying to figure out as much as he could where he had taken the tank.

There was nothing in the front, a white expanse in the back, a house to the left, and it was obviously an exchange of fire, but the problem was that there was also a house in the distance to the right, and it was also under fire......

"It should be on the left, we were attacking on the right side of Breivik, but what about the right? Forget it, it doesn't matter, you can hit whichever way you go anyway, it's on the left. ”

This is a typical by fart. The stock determines the choice that the brain makes, but whatever the reason for the choice, Alisenck is not wrong.

Tank No. 133 had been lost in the smoke before, the tank had been shifting to the right, they were now in a position between Clerwik and Brukerke, fortunately they did not continue to the right, at this moment there was a large number of British and French troops in Bruquerk, and the 10th Panzer Division was facing unprecedented resistance to attack there. If tank No. 133 really rushed over, I'm afraid I don't even know how it died.

"Rush over, rush over, don't slow down, just rush in! White, you steady, don't fire the cannon yet, aim at the cannon in front of the left, and listen to my order before firing. ”

Alexenke retracted his body into the tank, and they rushed through the southwest corner of Clevik, the British troops in charge of defending Clevik did not notice this running tank at all, everyone focused on the front of the battlefield, no one would have thought that there would be a German tank behind their diagonal rear, and there was only such a lone!

Getting closer and closer, the No. 4 tank was racing very fast, and the No. 133 tank was getting closer and closer to Clywik, and it would rush into Clywik in a few moments, however, at this time, the defenders had not even noticed the No. 133 tank!

"Commander, do you want to fire? If I don't fire, I'm going to miss the shooting boundary. ”

In the last few tens of meters, tank No. 133 rushed straight to the back of a house, and as long as they rushed into the range of that house, they would become the first German tank to storm Clervik.

But in the same way, if they rushed in, it would be equivalent to being surrounded by tens of thousands of defenders in an instant, and they would not even have a chance to escape at that time!

The gunner, Bai Luwei, looked at the British artillery that was about to be blocked by that house, and was a little restless, once he missed the opportunity, he no longer had the certainty of killing that artillery.

"No, don't open fire, rush in!"

Alexenke didn't give the order to fire, he was going to make a gamble, a gamble that would almost kill him.

"Slow down, let's move forward slowly!"

"Smolarek, hand me the used engine oil from the car."

An unusually bold idea was born in Alexenk's mind!

Taking the waste oil drum handed over by Smolarek, Alexenke took off his tank cap and took off his military jacket to get out of the turret again.

Alexenke jumped off the slowly advancing tank, quickly splashed the already black oil on the Wehrmacht logo on both sides of the turret, and then climbed onto the tank again, smearing all the oil residue left in the waste oil drum on his military jacket that he had just taken off, and getting dirty. Filthy.

"Stabilize everything for me, wait a minute, no matter what happens, you guys must not act rashly!"

Next, Alexenke, who can speak fluent French, made a move that stunned everyone in the 133 crew!

He slipped out of the car and held his filth in one hand. Filthy clothes, with his own Luger pistol in the other hand, shouted loudly in an unusually excited and even somewhat proud tone at the British defenders who were getting closer and closer in front but had not yet found themselves: "Hey! See! Ruger pistol! Ha ha! ”

"See, German clothes, German tanks!"

"Hahaha, do you see!"

"Haha!"

Alexenk's shouting successfully attracted the attention of the British, although there were not only British people defending in Clevik, but also French, but because Alexenk's tank No. 133 appeared in the rear of Clyvik as a whole, there were basically only British, not French, and the French were all in the fortifications in front.

"Hey, that Frenchman seems to have gotten a German tank, see, he's got a Luger pistol in his hand."

"Luger pistol, I wanted to get one a long time ago, hey, unfortunately I didn't have a chance. I didn't expect this Frenchman to get a handful. ”

"Hey, Frenchman, can you sell me that Ruger pistol, I'll get you the camera I got for you!"

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(To be continued.) )