In the darkness of the night, there is no blood to be seen, no mutilated limbs to be seen; In the midst of the fire, there were no screams of pain or screams. Some are just scarecrow-like figures blown down by the wind, falling one after another with a poof

The sight in front of Trode's eyes became more and more crazy, and his eyes were a little bloodshot. He kept ordering his squad to move forward, annihilating the infantry who had not had time to retreat one by one, leaving only corpses in his pass

"Trode, it's time for us to turn." A calm voice came over the radio, pouring a basin of cold water on the burning Trowder, which also calmed him down a little, he took a deep breath, looked down at his hand, realized that he was out of control just now, and couldn't help but be a little scared, and whispered to Vincent's words.

"Withdraw from the valley, and we're going to attack the artillery positions right away." Vincent said quietly, "I'll send a signal to the infantry, you guys get out first." ”

With that, Vincent leaned out of the car and fired a red flare into the sky. The infantry on the high slopes on both sides received the signal and began to rush down the high slopes quickly, and began to pursue the fleeing infantry of the enemy. In the dark of night, a desperate pursuit battle for the infantry began, but this was not something for Trood to take care of, they also had their own things to do.

"Vincent." Not long after the chariot had left the trough, Trood whispered over the radio to another person.

Vincent replied quietly, "What's wrong?" ”

"Thank you." Trode's voice was very small, and if he hadn't put his headphones on his ears, he would have been disturbed by the noise generated by the tank, and he wouldn't have heard this sentence at all.

I don't know if Vincent heard it or not, anyway, until the end, he didn't give Trode any reply

"There is an artillery position not far ahead." Trood looked at the map as he looked through the observation hole at the shadows of the buildings in front of him. He continued: "If the reconnaissance is still relatively accurate, the enemy's tank forces have been defeated by us by at least two-thirds in the battle just now, and now they have no strength to confront us head-on. ”

Hans said, "That's really good news, the mission has ended early." ”

"Don't be careless, the battle situation is ever-changing, and no one knows what will become of it in the next second." Trood whispered a reminder to him, then looked back at him, and he was startled slightly by the fact that the shadow in front of him seemed to be moving. Hurriedly leaned out of the car, picked up the binoculars, and looked ahead.

The faint light of the tank was not enough to illuminate that far distance, and the only thing that could help Trod was the moonlight, which was good tonight, allowing Trod to barely see what was ahead. He put his hand back into the car, took out the microphone, and shouted inside: "They are transferring artillery, 'Tiger' and IV. Destroyer cover." All IV numbers are speeding up at once! ”

After the order, the formation of the 217 squad changed significantly, and the five tanks accelerated away from the group and rushed straight towards the enemy's artillery position. The remaining two IV J-S were lined up on the left and right of the Tiger as a response.

TRODE GRITTED HIS TEETH, HE DIDN'T EXPECT THE TIME TO BE SO RUSHED, AND NOW HIS IV. TANK WAS TRAVELING AT A TOP SPEED OF NEARLY 40 KM/H, AND THEY WERE GOING TO RUSH TO THE ENEMY AT THE FIRST MOMENT. Annihilate the enemy's artillery.

"It's too dark, the 'Tiger' changes the tracer high-explosive shell to illuminate us, and other units shoot indiscriminately!" After the order. Trode got back into the car, looking at the scene of rapid retreat in front of him, he was still a little anxious, but the enemy was still some distance away from them, and this was something that could not be solved in a hurry, so it was better to do something meaningful during this time.

Trood turned to Stein and asked, "This 470 liters of oil (the full tank of the PS:IV.) tank can do us."

Did you finish this battle? ”

"That's fine." Stein replied with certainty: "Even if we were to go at breakneck speed, we would have about 80 liters of fuel left." ”

Although Stein gave him a definite answer, Trood was still very worried, because the 80 liters of gasoline were only enough for them to run a distance of more than 30 kilometers, and if the terrain was poor, it might only be 20, which also included the oil left over from their emergency situation, so the oil was a little tight.

Of course, Trode is worried about more than this, there is another kind of material that their squad may not have enough now, that is, high-explosive shells, Trode They consumed too many high-explosive shells in the previous trough battle, and now to destroy the artillery and the general attack that will be carried out later, there must be high-explosive bombs, if it is calculated in this way, this is more scarce than their fuel, no matter how you think about it, it is not enough for them to finish this battle.

", when did I start saving?" Trode scolded himself, isn't his squad a feature of what's the use? It's useless to think so much now, it's his tactic to take one step at a time!

"Boom!"

A cannonball with a dazzling yellow light flew behind Trod and landed on the artillery position in front of them, although it failed to hit the target, but the fire of the explosion still illuminated the positions of many enemies, which made Trode's attack more orderly and effective.

"Vincent, you take Leona and Hans to the right, and Alysia and I take care of the left!" Trode conveyed the command at a very fast pace, and after saying this, he continued to say to his partner: "Alicia, I'm on the right and you're on the left!" ”

"No problem!"

Trode and Alicia's tanks drove side by side, and began to strike indiscriminately at the surrounding targets, not only the high-explosive shells fired by the artillery, but also the machine guns became a tool for lighting, and the tracer bullets fired by the coaxial machine guns could still play some role in illumination, which was completely enough for these close targets.

"Trode! Something is wrong ahead! There was a loud cry from Alicia over the radio, and before Trode's head could react to what she meant, her body knew it first.

"Bell!"

There was a crisp sound in front of the car, and they were hit! (To be continued.) )