Chapter 322: Poor Fellow

"The Belgian army has lost its fighting spirit, do we continue to pursue." Driving on the bumpy hills, Lucas's body also swayed with the tank.

Their tank No. 111, together with another 5 Leopard tanks, under the cover of assault gun No. 3, quickly broke through to the machine-gun positions of the Belgians and easily occupied the place.

Here, Wittmann opened the tank roof and observed the makeshift trenches left by the Belgian troops. This kind of trench is very crudely made, just a little more than a meter of dirt pit with a layer of sandbags on the outside, even if it is completed. There were no communication trenches, nor a second trench in the rear, just a simple row of tunnels.

Closing the top cover, Wittmann smiled slightly: "Continue the pursuit, if the Belgian garrison only has this level, they will not be able to stop our tank attack at all." ”

In fact, Wittmann did not have to worry at all about whether the defense level of the other Belgian troops would be higher than that of this position. Because this position is already the best defensive position of the Belgian garrison division in front of it.

Wittman grabbed the communicator and shouted, "Vic, can you hear me?!" I'm Wittmann from the 111 car. ”

After a few seconds, Vic's voice rang out in the communication channel: "Weitman, I'm Vic. Tell me quickly, what kind of big move do you want to make? ”

After the adventure of slaughtering a Polish cavalry regiment with two tanks with Wittmann during the Polish campaign, Vic also had a deep influence on Wittmann's audacity. If this guy contacts himself during the battle, most likely he wants to take himself on an adventure.

During the Polish campaign, Vick was only a platoon commander, so when Wittmann called him, he was called a platoon.

Now, Vic is in command of an armored company. That said, Wittmann now has a bold counterpoint who wants to take the whole company with him.

"Vic, listen to me. I now have a bold idea. Weitmann said earnestly holding the walkie-talkie.

They had just finished their assault on a vital hill and had managed to take the machine-gun position, which threatened the large forces. It stands to reason that Wittmann and his party have carried out their mission perfectly, and now they only need to wait for the large army to pass through on the spot, and they don't need to make any superfluous moves.

After all, their original task was only to conduct a tentative fire reconnaissance of the hilltop position, and they did not need to be very successful. But now, they have taken the entire machine-gun position and exceeded the task.

At this time, if you want to go further, you will be a little suspicious.

"Put away your bold idea!" Vic refused without hesitation: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, but now that our army is winning, there is no need to take risks." ”

Although they refused, Vik's No. 112 Leopard tank "involuntarily" followed Wittmann and their No. 111 tank and drove towards the Belgian position below.

"Kuang Dong!" Tank No. 113 followed and ran over the bloody corpse of a Belgian soldier and joined the group that rushed down the hill.

Tanks No. 115, No. 115, and No. 116 continued in a triangular formation to form the second total echelon of the assault down the hill.

Wittmann knew that Vic had agreed to his plan of attack. However, Vic did not give the order to attack, which avoided responsibility.

"Then let's continue with the task of fire reconnaissance, and if it's a big deal, we'll wait until the Belgians are serious about resisting and withdraw." Wittmann found a suitable reason for Vic.

Yes, they did not attack without permission, they just continued to conduct fire reconnaissance.

"Just report it to your superiors," Vic heard Wittman's arrogant voice through his headphones, "If anyone thinks this reason is not good enough, then let him go to General Guderian to theorize." I'm sure General Guderian will also agree with us continuing to investigate. Don't you say, Heinz Wilhelm Recht....... Hahaha........"

Heinz Wilhelm Lecht, Guderian's great nephew. Especially after the 111 car crew became famous after the First World War in Poland, Lecht, who was the assembler of the 111 car, also became a nickname.

Then, his identity as Guderian's great nephew became more and more known.

While Wittmann didn't expect Guderian to favor his nephew because he was in the 111 car, he didn't mind making a joke with Lechte on the subject.

As he spoke, the six tanks had been divided into two triangular pyramid formations, front, front and rear, dragging two rows of dusty exhaust fumes, running over the debris splashed by the previous bombs, and rolling down.

"Leo, turn the barrel to 45 degrees to the horizon, and prepare to test the water with a shot at the Belgian assembly area in the distance." After the joke, Wittman leaned on the handle of the top of the tank. Because the downhill road was a bit bumpy, the right hand he held on to the handle was very hard.

As for adjusting the barrel to an angle of 45 degrees from the water level, it was also to maximize the range and shoot the shells into the Belgian army assembly area in the distance. This is a decision made by Wittmann after consideration.

"Lecht, one more grenade. Make the blast as wide as possible so that it can alarm the Belgians. With his other left hand, which did not have a grip, Wittman patted Wittman on the shoulder.

Then, with his left hand, he grabbed the walkie-talkie again and said, "Vik, let's try to make some big motives and stimulate the Belgians." If they had a cannon, I think they'd fight back after the stimulus. ”

"That is, if they don't return fire with artillery fire, it means that they have no artillery in the rear, right!" Vic summed it up in the communication channel.

After all, with Wittmann's long-term partner, Vic and Wittmann also have a lot of tacit understanding.

"Attention all!" Vic immediately exercised his command and ordered: "Tanks No. 111, No. 112, No. 113, No. 114, No. 115, No. 116, start preparing immediately. Stop the advance for the time being, adjust the barrel to an angle of 45 degrees to the horizontal plane, reload the grenade, and fire a salvo at the Belgian army assembly in 1 minute! ”

"Tank No. 111 received." Wittmann replied first.

"Roger!" "Roger!" ......... The commanders of several other car groups also answered in the communication channel.

A minute later, "Boom! "Boom!" "Boom!" ........ Six cannon shots rang out one after another, and the small stones next to the shaking tank almost jumped, blowing a puff of dust.

Wittmann opened the top of the tank and watched the explosion in the distance with a telescope. What caught his eye was the panicked Belgian soldiers........ No, they can't be called soldiers anymore at this moment.

"There will be no artillery fire back........." Wittman said to himself lightly, "what a bunch of poor fellows......."