Chapter 158: Torch Attack (I)
"Don't you get out of the way." Alicia's tank was hit by several shells, but because of the bunker, the fragile armor under the head was protected, so none of the shells could penetrate them. But it was not a matter to carry it like this, as the distance was shortened, the range advantage of German artillery was reduced little by little. Just now, Trood ordered everyone to conduct a round of firepower suppression to get a chance for Derek. However, this also increased the burden on Trode's team, and like Alicia, her tank fired two shells in that wave of counter-attack, only to be hit by several multiple shells, and the numerical disadvantage gradually became apparent.
Due to Trode's emphasis on fire in this battle, all targets were chosen by him, which reduced the burden on other commanders and allowed them to concentrate on adjusting the position of their vehicles.
"Is it too conspicuous?" Alicia whispered. Even if his tank withdrew behind the cover, the artillery hit did not decrease much, the shells hit the wall, the bricks were blown everywhere, and the dust raised blocked the view, making the gunner and the commander in the car miserable, and the driver was slightly less affected because of the location and the distance he needed to see was closer than the first two, so the vehicle's movement was still not a problem.
The enemy attacked with more than 20 tanks, and advanced with hard Churchill I infantry tanks as shields, so they did not lose any vehicles at long distances. Trode's order seemed to be in the hands of the enemy, but in fact it was not, and if he left Churchill alone just to increase the number of destroys, it would only be quick and counterproductive. Although only two tanks were destroyed by taking advantage of the range, one of the enemy's shields had been removed, and from a tactical point of view, it was not bad at all.
Alicia looked at the shelling around her and did not mean to stop, took the microphone from the signal soldier and said, "Will, my side is being suppressed very much, you can try it a little over there." ”
"Okay! I'll give it a try. Marcus's IV was the closest tank to Alicia's IV, and after a round of fire suppression, it also retreated behind cover, but not as much as the "sustained attention" that Alicia received.
"Reverse first, then go out diagonally." Marcus conveyed the order to the driver, because the IV J was an anti-tank destroyer, had no turret, and could not casually carry out telescopic attacks like conventional tanks. Moreover, although the frontal armor of IV. J is very strong, the side is a little unreliable, and directly opening the bunker horizontally is undoubtedly a way to send him to death. Marcus's method, although more cumbersome, can avoid being attacked by the enemy to the fragile side armor, and this can also increase the equivalent value of the frontal armor, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.
"At 12 o'clock, that 'Valentine', give him an AP." Marcus conveyed the order to the gunner in three small sentences without hurry. Although Trode was designating the target at this time, he didn't have time to find that target, because the tanks that were attacking Alicia were probably already seeing him, and since the two tanks were so close together, it wouldn't be much trouble to switch targets, so from a security point of view, all he had to do now was to help Elicia disperse the fire.
"Bang!"
The warhead of an AP shell flew out of the barrel of the gun, and its flight speed was so fast that even if it was caught by the naked eye, it was completely impossible to dodge. And this shell was like that, it hit the ground beneath the Valentine with precision.
Marcus puffed out his cheeks a little when he saw this, expressing less regret, but he couldn't blame the gunner for this, although the accuracy of the 75mm-PaK-39L/48 times diameter main gun of the IV. J was quite good, but it was the IV J who was helpless
The stability of the tank itself is not good, and it is a little too difficult to ask for aiming at the target when the tank has just moved out of cover and the tank has not yet stopped, and it is not easy for his own gunner to do this, and he has no reason to say anything to him.
"One more shot." Marcus said in a voice that was only audible enough for the gunners to hear. At this time, the loader had already loaded the shells, and the gunner was aiming. Just waiting for Marcus to give the order, so at the same time as Marcus said this, the gunner had already pulled the bolt, and another shell flew out in the air and went straight to the target.
"Click!"
Since the vehicle had stabilized, the attack was much more accurate and effective, and although it had failed to hit the main body parts, it directly damaged the front driving wheels of the 'Valentine', and of course it was immediately paralyzed in place.
Although Marcus's crew managed to make one of the enemy's tanks break down, it still failed to attract much enemy attention, and there were still many enemies attacking Alicia's side, which made him say in a low voice with some anger: "Look down on me? ”
"Aim for that 'Churchill' and try to get rid of it!" This time, Marcus's tone was obviously more emotional than before, but compared to Trode, he was not so passionate, only adding a little encouragement to his calm tone.
The gunner did not answer him either, but only answered him with actions. As the main gun moved, the barrel locked to the head of the 'Churchill' tank, now the angle between this 'Churchill' and Marcus is about 15 degrees, the equivalent armor is much higher than the front, if the attack on the side armor is likely to cause ricochets due to excessive angle of incidence, the trade-off between this depends on Marcus himself.
"**Tower, try to aim for the right-angle weld." Marcus spoke in a calm tone of a very high requirement - the turret of the Churchill I infantry tank was already small, and the area Marcus was talking about was even smaller. Trying to attack the slightest place in motion may seem like a fool's dream, but it's normal for Marcus' crew.
"Do your best." Marcus then added, in fact, he did not do this because his requirements were too high, nor did he say that his gunner was a god-like existence, but their team members all agreed that if they didn't set the goal a little higher at the beginning, then when they made a mistake, there might not be any possibility of lowering the requirements.
"Bell!"
And just like that, with a crisp sound, the next shell was already loaded