"Alright, that's the end of the joke." Vic arranged on the intercom: "Because the No. 113 tank is out of order, our reconnaissance platoon will now have two tanks 111 and 112, and everything must be careful!" ”

With only the 12.7mm machine gun equipped with the T3 tank, it is impossible to push a division of the Polish Army. really encountered the main force of the Polish army, and Vic could only slip away with his crippled reconnaissance platoon.

"Number 112! It looks like you have Polish cavalry ahead of you! Wittmann suddenly shouted over the intercom, "It's two o'clock in the direction of you!" They don't look like routs! ”

"I saw it! Five Polish cavalrymen, it looks like a scout squad! Vic replied in his headset, "I guess there are a large number of their troops around, otherwise the Poles who were frightened by us would not have sent scouts for nothing." ”

Although the German armored troops relied on tanks to suppress the Polish army all the way, there was no lack of achievements in which the Germans fought with fewer strikes and more than one company, chasing a Polish regiment. However, with two tanks, to face an unknown number of Polish troops, that is only a madman can do!

"Lucas, change direction! Lecht, check the shells! Leo, aim me in the direction of those Polish cavalrymen! Without waiting for the platoon commander to give the order, Wittmann made preparations for the battle on his own.

"Okay!"

"No problem!"

"Small!"

It just so happened that the four members of the 111 car crew were the most daring madmen of the whole armored division. Among them, Weitmann dreamed of becoming the most successful tank commander in Germany, and he was always striving for meritorious service.

"Wittmann! Are you crazy? In the event of a large force on the other side, we will be the first German panzers to be captured since the beginning of the war! Vic was struck by Wittman's almost frenzied battle plan. With two tanks, in the face of an enemy force of no small size that is about to appear, their two T3 tanks should not be so bold no matter how much they hold their own force.

"Number 112, more on us! We should now drive to the small dirt slope at four o'clock and seize the high ground, and in a moment we will be able to strafe the enemy from a high position. Wittmann seemed to be convinced that this was a rare opportunity to make contributions, and he actually took it upon himself to command the platoon commander's No. 112 tank.

As Lucas drove the No. 111 to what Wittmann called a small dirt slope, Vic reluctantly let his driver follow after hesitating for two seconds.

"If I survive, I will personally apply for the Medal of Bravery for your 111 crew. If I die, I'll curse you in hell! Vic yelled as he picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Get ready to apply for a medal for us!" Wittman replied arrogantly.

At this moment, Vic's headphones echoed with the nonchalant voices of the members of the 111 crew:

"What is there to be afraid of, no matter what, it is better than losing and going bankrupt, life is better than death." This is the voice of the gambler Leo.

"Anyway, I just lost my face, and it would be a big loss if I didn't get a medal this time." This is Lecht, who has just been ridiculed, yelling.

"It's a big deal that I'll hit it with a tank, this is a big T3 tank, not a light and thin-skinned tank like the No. 2 tank." Lucas, who is good for bumper cars, also clamoured.

Vic laughed dryly twice in his tank 112 and whispered to himself, "Crazy, all crazy." I'll be with these crazy people next time. ”

But in fact, both Vic and Wittmann understand that their situation is not too dangerous. After all, the Polish army lost its armor along the way, and left all the artillery that could be dropped in order to escape for its life. Without heavy weapons, bullets alone could not penetrate the armor of the T3 tank.

"Wittmann! See! There was a dense cavalry in that direction just now! They have at least one battalion of ........," Vic suddenly shouted nervously through his headphones.

"Have your gunner aim in that direction, and the loader will load the grenade right away!" Wittman interrupted Vic loudly: "We'll wait for 112 for ten seconds now, and we'll fire the grenade immediately after ten seconds!" ”

Vic, who was also a second lieutenant after all, quickly understood what Wittmann meant. Ten seconds later, Vic's Tank 112 and Tank 111 fired a total of two grenades.

In an instant, two grenades that fell into the Polish cavalry phalanx exploded instantly, and a large number of fragments set off a bloody mist, turning the people who were preparing to counterattack the Polish cavalry phalanx on their backs, and the ghosts cried wolf.

originally thought that the other party would fight with him in the traditional way, but he didn't expect that the opposite side only hit two terrifying grenades scattered in all directions to harvest life. This is completely different from the war they perceive, and the enemy's tactics are not at all in line with the chivalry they have learned.

Only then did the Polish cavalry discover that the Germans had used the short period of more than ten years after the defeat to invent a completely new mode of warfare, one that they were not familiar with at all!

Since they were the Polish 13th Cavalry Division, which had just returned lightly from the Eastern Front, all the artillery weapons were left to the defending units that were still fighting on the Eastern Front. They thought that only with the impact of their own cavalry charge, even the German army, which was extremely strong on the surface, would not be worried........

But their ideas were wrong from beginning to end! They mistakenly conceived the German enemy from the military concepts of 30 years ago, and formulated a response plan based on this. It was only at this moment of face-to-face confrontation with the Germans that they realized how wrong they were.

It's a pity it's late!

The bullets in their hands will never penetrate even if they shoot at the German tanks. Saber spear? Then it's even less likely to be useful!

"We can't go on like this!" Their regimental commander reacted quite quickly, and after being bombed by grenades for a while, he finally came up with a temporary countermeasure: "Bring explosives bags and form a human wall to rush forward!" ”

"For Poland, charge!" The Polish regimental commander, although stupid, was not lacking in courage. He raised a spear, put his legs between the horse's belly, and set up his horse with one hand, leading the charge.

"Rush!"

"For Poland!"

"Kill!"

More and more Polish cavalrymen came to their senses and followed the brave commander to charge the Germans on the dirt slopes in the distance.

"Bang!" Another grenade exploded around the cavalry. Blood splattered on the faces of many people, but no one showed the slightest expression of timidity. At this moment, they are all warriors!

In the distance, two German T3 tanks were already getting closer and closer to them.

"A group of fools actually took the initiative to send them to find death." Wittman, who leaned out to observe, sneered, and while getting into the tank, he closed the hatch on top and said, "One more grenade, and then you can use the machine gun to harvest the wheat." ”

Lechter, who had been frantically stuffing grenades into the chamber of the gun, breathed a long sigh of relief and stuffed the last grenade into it. It was the first time he had been so nervous since joining the army. When he thought that he could harvest a large area of Polish cavalry with every grenade, he felt a little incredible, how could it be so simple to harvest a piece of fresh life?!