It's a shame to miss a shot!

Being shot in the back is even more of a shame, and now, these shames have been borne by the British 3rd Armored Brigade.

Most of the tanks did not fire, they were destroyed before they were close enough to hit accurately, so they did not fire at all.

When the rout began, many tanks were destroyed from behind.

Watching his tanks retreat while the German tankmen were in pursuit, Brigadier George knew that his command was completely wrong.

If you want to fight, fight to the end! If you don't fight, then simply retreat quickly before making contact, your own cruiser tanks have a high speed enough to shake off your opponent.

But now, they are in a dilemma, and a hasty retreat can only allow them to be wiped out completely!

"1 Company, follow me!" Brigadier George shouted loudly.

If you want to save your army, there is only one way, and that is to leave the death squad! The defeat of the command made George lose his heart, and he was determined to use his sacrifice to save more tank troops.

Actually, he didn't think about other factors, equipment is not omnipotent, but without good equipment, it can't, for example, now, their tanks, the disadvantage is obvious, that is, the firepower of the main gun is insufficient!

It's a pity that the team has long since collapsed, there is no radio, only relying on the flag, he is already ineffective.

"Forward, forward!" Brigadier George shouted to his driver.

In the midst of the rout, George's tanks, so conspicuous, saw the brigade commander charging, and three or five tanks, following the brigade commander, turned around and rushed towards the enemy.

Here, Meyer had already noticed the brave commander, and now, seeing that the other party was actually rushing up without fear of death, Meyer also admired it in his heart, a soldier, what he admired the most was blood.

"Fire!" George shouted to his gunner.

Inside the turret, on his left front side is the gunner's position.

Having heard his order, the gun commander stood in the turret, supported the butt with his shoulder, and pressed the fire button.

"Bang bang bang!" Their tank guns fired, yes, this tank gun, it was fired in bursts.

The main armament of the Covenanter tank is a 2-pounder gun, 40 times caliber, a maximum rate of fire of 22 rounds per minute, and 110 rounds of ammunition.

However, this gun was improved from the infantry gun, and instead of using a high-low machine structure, it was a simple shoulder device.

In other words, when the gunner fires the gun, he shoots from the shoulder to control the accuracy in the same way as if he were firing a gun on the ground.

This is simply used for fun, this kind of gun, or the main British anti-tank gun in the early days of World War II, until the 6-pounder tank gun was finalized, it was regarded as replacing it.

Pounds, a unit of weight, not length, and the British defined artillery by weight, purely an ancient tradition.

In the era of breech guns, the caliber of the gun that hits the balls of the corresponding weight is called the number of pounds. Now, there is no correspondence between the weight of the shell and the caliber of the gun, but the stubborn and rigid British still cling to the tradition and do not let go, and still use the standards of the breech era to measure modern artillery.

At this time, the number of pounds has long been incompatible, just a kind of code for caliber, the current 2-pounder gun is 40 mm caliber, the 6-pounder gun is 57 mm caliber, and the 17-pounder gun is 76.2 mm.

And now, as they opened fire, one after another 40-mm armor-piercing shells flew out of the muzzle and flew towards the opposite tank.

They hit the one that the other side rushed to the front, of course, the Black Panther 3 tank.

"Boom!" A 40 mm armor-piercing bullet came into contact with the frontal armor of the Panther 3 tank, and at the moment of contact, the violent impact sound startled the tank crews inside.

But then, there was no then.

The turret of the panther 3 tank with tilted armor, leaning on the oblique angle, had already ejected the flying 40 mm armor-piercing projectile, leaving only a small crater less than 5 mm thick in the armor.

This was only the first, and then, the second, and the third, there were five armor-piercing shells, all of which hit the armor.

Some were catapulted, and some continued to drill into it, but unfortunately, the hard and excellent molybdenum alloy armor steel blocked it stiffly, and it only advanced more than 20 mm before stopping.

The last one, hit the weld.

The armor plates are separated, and countries with poor technology rivet directly to the tank hull with rivets, while technologically advanced, such as Germany, have already begun to use welding technology.

Then, if the weld is not up to par, then the weld is the weakest place.

Now, the 40-mm armor-piercing projectile hit the weld, and under the violent impact, it continued to move forward, but unfortunately, it still stopped, and the strength of this weld was actually stronger than that of the armor steel!

The Panther 3 tank was safe and sound, and at this time, its muzzle had been lowered, and the muzzle of the black hole pointed at George's tank.

"Boom!" A flame came out of the muzzle, above the flame was black smoke, and the front end of the flame, an 88-mm armor-piercing projectile, flew quickly!

Time seems to be frozen in this moment.

Captain George's pupils dilated, and in front of his eyes, the fire-breathing muzzle appeared, and the flying armor-piercing projectiles seemed to be able to be captured by him.

"Boom!"

George's tank, destroyed.

"Brigadier Commander!" Several tanks rushed up, extremely angry, and the commander shouted loudly: "Avenge the brigade commander!" ”

They rushed forward desperately, trying to buy time for their companions' retreat with their own sacrifices.

"Hammer." The loader opened the gun door and stuffed a new shell.

The artillery commander took aim quickly, and now, the distance between the two sides has reached 200 meters, and at this distance, the artillery commander can hit accurately without the commander of the vehicle reporting any data.

Aim, fire!

The gunner quickly stepped on the firing, but did not hear the familiar sound.

"Not good, dud!" The cannon commander shouted.

The dud, this is the last thing all gunners want to hear, but now, it is on their cars.

The shells are loaded, but they are not fired, this is a dud, how to remove a dud, is what every artilleryman needs to do, but now, there is no time to do it.

Because now, it's still in full swing on the battlefield!

At this time, the Covenanter tanks on the opposite side were still moving rapidly, and the distance between the two sides had been shortened to 100 meters.

Due to the problems with the depression angles of the artillery, the distance was too close and it was difficult to shoot. The pursuers in the back wanted to replenish the artillery, but the Panther 3 tank in front of them just blocked the firing range.

"Bump into it!" Meyer shouted loudly.