“FUCK！ This is a sparrow, it is clearly an eagle! Natel was taken aback by the instantaneous change in sight.

"Quick, Roy, call for backup, we can't withstand this level of attack at all." Although I had some preparation in my heart, such a big gap still made my words tremble a little.

Then I quickly signaled to the car next to me: "No. 096!" Hurry back with your car, and we'll retreat behind the broken wall! ”

Our embarrassed appearance has to start from the moment we first arrived at this position

"What, you're here to test it again?" Yorkson looked bored.

This was because when we were ordered to reach position No. 7, Group 096 had already arrived before us and suppressed the enemy.

"Really, aren't there two Pzkpfw-IV here, what a fuss." Roy also began to complain.

I looked at the two tanks in Group 096, the same Pzkpfw-IV as us, but they were older D models - the hulls were much less protective than our F2 models, and the main guns were 24 times the diameter of the short-barreled 75mm guns, which would show fatigue against British infantry tanks and some French tanks.

"Okay, there's nothing for us here, notify the rear, it's done here, we're going back." I stretched a little and put the work on Roy.

"Trode, the situation doesn't seem right, they haven't completely withdrawn, it seems that they are regrouping their forces." Hans spoke from the other end of the headset.

"What?" I quickly climbed out of the car and took out my binoculars, "I'm dizzy, do you want to try again with that kind of force?" What kidding, okay, we're going to wake them up from their daydreams. ”

Next, three of our tanks drove to the side of 096 and joined them in striking at the enemy.

"Hurry up at 11 o'clock, 2 o'clock, Natel will give them all the rest of the shells." I'm commanding Natl in this unsuspenseful battle, we can't stand the exhaustion here, and now it's time to get back to the rear.

"Don't rush, Stein, how many rounds do you have left?" Natl is aiming at the enemy, by the way, to confirm the amount of ammunition.

"There are 7 more rounds, and 15 more rounds from the AP." Stein answered him without counting. For him, it is his job as a loader to remember every shell.

"That's all there is left for 87 rounds? Ready to throw the shell, the next AP. As he spoke, Natel had already opened fire.

"Okay." Of course, he was not idle here, and quickly threw the HE shell with smoke in the gun chamber out of the window on the side of the turret with his protective gloves hand, and pushed an AP into the gun chamber.

"Fuck your uncle." With Nattel's roar, an "armored car" in front of him was pierced through the hull by a warhead.

That's how it should be

The results were not as good as it could be, and I saw that the warhead hit the rear armor of the armored car, and a lot of sparks appeared, and then flew to the side

"Ricochet!" I reported to him, but it seemed redundant.

"You don't need to say it, I saw it! Stein, give me another AP! Nattle himself felt very shameless and wanted to make it back quickly.

But this time, the armored car was destroyed, and there was no chance for Natl to save face.

"Damn, that's gone, get me another one!" Natl was indignant about this, but this time Allah seemed to hear his call.

"Look, there are still enemies." Roy looked at the enemy troops that appeared at the mouth of the canyon and looked a little surprised, "It's not good, Trode, let everyone retreat!" ”

When Roy yelled, I was still thinking about this problem, and when I heard him say retreat, my mind didn't react to what was going on for a while, but the information from my eyes couldn't make me think.

Watch as hordes of enemies pour out of the valley, including tanks and armored vehicles.

After retreating to the bunker, I quickly interrogated the other two vehicles of my group: "Hans, Amphittri, how much ammunition do you have left?" ”

"There aren't many, about 20 rounds, and the MG bullets (the bullets used in the MG34T general-purpose machine gun equipped with tank IV) are barely enough."

"I'm pretty much the same, just over 15 rounds, and I'm running out of machine gun rounds."

(PS: The IV. F2 I was driving had 87 shells and 3,150 machine gun rounds; Amphitri's III assault gun had a load of 44 rounds and 600 rounds of machine gun ammunition. ）

It seems that the situation is similar for everyone, and there must not be enough ammunition for such a fight. Now I can only think of a simple plan to save as much ammunition as possible: "Hans, you only shoot cars with thick armor, and Amphitri just aim for those crispy skins." Also, don't have to save too much ammo, hit hard. ”

Of course, there is another side that needs to be explained: "Hey, group 217 calls group 096, please answer when you hear it." ”

"Roger, please."

"You just have to fight those cruiser tanks, and the hard guys will be handed over to us, over."

The other side also breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It just so happens that we don't have much ammunition, so that's it, thank you, it's over." ”

I looked carefully at the enemy in front of me, trying my best to find a suitable target, and finally found one with a sharp eye: "At 5 o'clock, that Matilda, his turret has turned, and Natel should beat him quickly." ”

"Hey baby, don't move." Although Nattel's voice was small when he was aiming, he couldn't hide his excited tone.

"Bang!" The warhead was unloaded and flew straight forward.

"Knocked out!" I looked at the wreckage of Matilda in front of me and conveyed the good news to my teammates.

The object in front of it was indeed a real "wreckage", because Nattel's accurate AP directly knocked its turret into the air, which was really a one-hit kill that did not give the enemy the slightest chance to counterattack.

"See, this is the University," Nattel's initial boasting was forcibly explained by external forces.

"Trode, Nattel, are you alright?" It was Roy who asked loudly.

We had just been shot, but it didn't penetrate, it just caused the body to shake. Roy saw the shell, and because it didn't hit the hull of the car he was in, it must have hit the turret.

I rubbed my head, and the shaking just now made me knock a little, and it really hurt.

"No, I'm fine, but I'm wondering which rabbit doesn't want to live now?"