In less than ten minutes, there were four or five hundred coalition soldiers who had withdrawn from the frontal line to the vicinity of the farmhouse, equivalent to more than half an infantry battalion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 InfoDespite their awkward appearances, these well-trained soldiers did not panic or even disperse like low-ranking animals. Seeing that some officers were organizing defense on the spot, they stopped one after another, and the junior officers and non-commissioned officers took the initiative to take on the task of command and coordination. The presence of three Irish chariots also made their trepidation much more reassuring, and the news of the imminent arrival of the German elite chariot regiment lifted the soldiers' morale.

At the same time, although the Allied line was breached by the British tank troops, the fighting there did not completely stop, and the British tanks were constantly destroyed by anti-tank weapons, but it was not long before the terrible Kuroshio Tide came - countless British infantry poured into the position, and the Allied resistance ended in just a few minutes. Once the line fell silent, only a few British tanks would remain in motion, and the rest would either sweep along the Allied line or advance behind the Allied line.

"Simon, reload the W-shells, Michael, I'll use the tracer rounds to adjust the direction of the shot and see when to fire. That's how we get our ammunition and try to hit 100 percent. ”

The usually reticent gunner replied: "Although it is a little difficult, I will do my best." ”

The fat commander did not answer him, but instructed the driver: "Stephen, as soon as we fire, you start the chariot and put up the reverse gear......"

A deep voice immediately came from the driver's seat: "Do you want to withdraw while fighting?" ”

The previous German academy officer had decided to organize a defense here after communicating with the Irish tank team, and the coalition soldiers who hastily withdrew from their positions not only lacked guns and ammunition, but also had no heavy weapons to use against enemy tanks, and they had to support this fragile temporary defensive position with three Irish tanks as their backbone. With this heavy responsibility, how can the fat commander retreat alone with his subordinates?

"A famous person once said that every 10 meters of a tank fired is good for prolonging life on the battlefield." The guy who was called "Fat Jack" by his companions replied in his usual style.

No one laughed out loud, but it was certain that the expressions of the members of the tank would not be too ugly at this time.

After gnawing the hard bones, the British chariots no longer marched alone, and groups of five or six British infantry followed these surviving "Kitchener" operations, and some of them even walked between their own chariots with their heads held high.

"Calm down...... Calm down......" the fat captain whispered to himself.

In the field, a large group of British troops rushing to the farmhouse had about 10 chariots and more than 100 infantry, and they followed the figure of a dozen coalition stragglers in unhurried pursuit, with scattered bullets and occasional bullets from the chariots, which could not help but remind people of the scene of cats teasing mice.

"Closer, closer!" The fat commander said in a ventriloquistic voice that in order to ensure penetration, it was necessary to put the rough-skinned "Kitchener" close to a position of three or four hundred meters, and at such a distance, the artillery of the British tank also had a great chance of penetrating the armor of the "Celtic tank", so it was necessary to quickly shift the firing position after the light flame generated by the shot exposed the position.

Seeing that the unsightly iron bumps were gradually approaching the area of 500 meters, the coalition soldiers around the farmhouse were under tremendous psychological pressure, but no one opened fire without authorization, but at this moment, several figures hurried to catch up with the advancing British troops. Moments later, a "Kitchener" suddenly opened fire, and in a flash, a small flare exploded in mid-air south of the farmhouse.

Immediately afterwards, two more "Kitchener" flares were fired at the farmhouse, which were lit a little farther away, but still clearly reflected the farmhouse and the medical tent.

The Fat Commander wasn't sure if the British charioteers had noticed the three Irish chariots disguised as bushes, but it was almost certain that the British cavalry had been left alive, and if they were smart, they should have guessed that they had been attacked by the Allied chariots, and it was because of their reminder that the British chariots fired flares at this awkward position to investigate.

"God bless the brave!" The fat commander silently drew a cross on his forehead and chest, aiming at a British tank in front and stepping on the firing pedal of the coaxial machine gun, the machine gun bullet with tracer bullets strafed the past, and the impact point deviated slightly from the target.

At the same time, the gunner, who was well trained in shooting, tacitly adjusted the pitch angle of the gun according to the distance to the target.

The tracer projectile hit the target, instantly sputtering countless sparks.

"Fire!" The fat captain shouted.

With the powerful roar of the Krupp KwkL/56, the chariot shuddered.

In the visual environment of the moonlit night, the contour of the cannon flame left a clear spot of light on people's retina, and the shell hit the target before the spot of light was eliminated. Except for a few flashes of sparks on the front of the hull, the "Kitchener" seemed to have nothing, and after a moment, it suddenly exploded violently from the inside out, and the hatches, observation holes, and even the cannon ports burst out with dazzling tongues of fire, and then the entire tank was enveloped in thick black smoke.

The roar of the engine start suddenly drowned out the small cheers of the Irish chariot crew.

"Ten meters back!" The fat car captain shouted, lest the driver didn't hear, and stretched out his legs to kick the back of the driver's seat.

The driver stepped on the accelerator and whined, and the 20-ton chariot was pushed back as if it was being pushed back by an invisible giant, and it moved backwards several meters in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, two other Irish tanks also opened fire, relying on the calibration of the coaxial machine guns, and they also hit with one hit, but neither of the two "Kitchener" they attacked exploded, one of them immediately lay on its stomach, while the other stopped and opened fire shortly, apparently without fatal injuries.

"Stop!" The fat commander shouted, "W shell loading!" ”

At the same time as the loader started working, the fat commander twitched his left foot and twitched the turret rotation pedal continuously, causing the turret to rotate two or three degrees counterclockwise, and then the coaxial machine gun began to fire, calibrating the firing angle according to the gourd.

There was no need for the commander to open his mouth, and as soon as the coaxial machine gun stopped, the gunner did not hesitate to pull the firing handle of the main gun.

Another tungsten core armor-piercing bullet accurately hit the British tank about 500 meters away.

The target did not explode, but stopped motionless for a long time.

"Stand back!" The fat commander shouted sharply, and as soon as the words fell, the chariot trembled, but this tremor was clearly different from the main gun fire and the moment of advance and retreat.

Smelling the unheard-of scorching smell spreading, the commander's heart instantly sank: his chariot had been pierced!

Moreover, the chariot did not reverse as he ordered at this time.

The smell of burnt was getting stronger, and the fat captain couldn't keep his composure, and he called the driver's name, but the deep voice didn't come again.

Heavy and communications officer Sean is also calling out the name of the driver, Stephen, but nothing happens. After a few moments, Sean exclaimed, "Stephen was shot, he's not breathing, damn it, I've got an arm wound, and the left side of my body looks like he's badly burned...... Can't keep fighting! ”

The roar of the engine is still in your ears, which means that the power system of the combat vehicle is still working.

The fat commander took a deep breath and ordered, "Simon, you go and replace Stephen and see if our chariot can still move; Michael, help Sean with his wounds. ”

By the time the gunner and loader had left their respective positions, the fat commander began to drill around in the narrow space between the turret and the hull, reloading the shells, aiming, turning the turret, and working hand and foot, although it was slower than the three-man team, but the time it took to complete the preparation for re-fire was measured in seconds, and the third tungsten core armor-piercing projectile still accurately hit the third target.

With the almost frantic efforts of the fat commander, the "Kitchener" finally came to a stop, but he did not have the slightest joy, and before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, the tank was hit again.

The complex smell in the cabin made it impossible for him to tell the situation, so he had to ask loudly, "How's it going?" How is everyone? ”

"I'm fine." The loader was the first to reply, "Stephen is so heavy, I'm still trying to get him out of position." ”

"We're fine." The gunner answered for the machine gunner.

"Thank goodness!" The fat commander muttered as he shoved the last of the tungsten armor-piercing rounds into the chamber. Although ordinary armor-piercing shells can penetrate the "Kitchener" at a very close range, with the current battle situation, there is no need for the enemy tanks to rush forward, they will definitely find a way to kill every Irish tank here first.

When aiming through the optical sighting device of the main gun, countless sparks burst into the line of sight, and at the same time, there was the crunch sound of bullets hitting the hull armor, which was the enemy vehicle calibrating and firing with a coaxial machine gun - as long as it was done correctly, it was basically a dozen and a dozen accurate.

"Hurry up and get moving!" The fat captain shouted worriedly, and just as he fired the last round of tungsten core from his cannon, the chariot finally moved, but this move made his shot miss the slightest.

Depressed, but also glad, the fat captain prayed repeatedly, praying that the elite chariot troops that the Germans were proud of would arrive in time.

According to the past tradition, the elite troops of the Second German Reich are usually named the title of Royal Guard, and during the last war or after the war, the formation and reorganization of the new troops, although the accumulation of combat achievements is not as good as the old troops, but they are integrated with a variety of modern elements of the new troops, the combat power is strong, and by the attention of the crown prince Wilhelm, so it was awarded the title of "Greater Germany", such a title not only reveals that the German military power has gradually changed from the German Kaiser to the Kaiser and his son. It also reflects the background of the current era of nationalism.

In the joint exercise before the war, the 1st Irish Tank Battalion and the 3rd Tank Regiment of Greater Germany echoed in coordination, and the outstanding demeanor of the German tank unit left a very deep impression on the Irish soldiers. Judging from the appearance impression alone, the 30-ton "Teutonic Knight" is much more powerful than the "Celtic Warrior", not to mention that this German tank is born to charge into battle and destroy the city, the weakest part of the whole body armor is also 25 mm, and the front of the turret and body reaches 50-60 mm, which is not much worse than the "Kitchener". In addition, the artillery equipped with the "Teutonic Knights" is claimed to be a 50 mm KwkL/56, but in fact, it has been successively replaced with a new 75 mm KwkL/50 tank gun with an exponentially increased power.

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