Otto's car kicked off.

Perhaps thinking that there might be some action on this side, the Russian machine-gun fire was almost at full strength, and the tracer bullets fired from the heavy machine guns that fired beyond the fire kept passing over Otto's head, giving him a strong urge to retract his head into the tank.

But Otto knew that he could not retract, and the key to the success of the entire combat operation was a fast and accurate shelling, for which Otto's observation was indispensable. Once inside the chariot, you can only look outside through the observation hole in the guò conning tower, and the field of view is not half the same as that of the direct probe.

Otto subconsciously shrank his body down, revealing only one head, if it weren't for the big headphones for radio and not being able to wear a steel helmet, he really wanted to get an "iron pot lid" from the infantry.

"The turret began to turn in the direction of ten o'clock, and Link made a sharp stop when he reached the intersection ahead."

Otto gave the order from the memory in his head, and luckily the cannon pointed at the first target at the moment he came out of the intersection: the mechanical mill.

"Load the white phosphorus shells and try to get the shells in through the window or door."

"Yes, little meaning." Kosher's voice sounded unusually confident.

The chariot then drove into the intersection, and after the swing caused by the sudden stop, Kosher began to fine-tune the artillery. The Russians seemed to have spotted the chariot at the crossroads, and the machine-gun fire points that had been hidden until then immediately strafed the sides of the chariot, as if blocking the movement of the accompanying infantry.

"Oh, the Russians themselves showed me the target, and I couldn't see where the window was!" As soon as Kosher's words fell, the 75 guns of the chariot rang out, and the hull of the chariot shook violently, and the smoke from the muzzle of the cannon instantly spread out in the direction of the chariot at 10 o'clock.

The white phosphorus bomb accurately entered the window where the machine gun was erected, and at the same time as the billowing white mist erupted from the window, a figure rolled out of the window and rolled to the ground outside, struggling in pain, with white smoke all over his body, as if his body was vaporizing.

"It's not enough, reload another white phosphorus bomb and keep shooting at the window!"

Immediately after Otto's order was given, the second white phosphorus bomb burrowed into the mechanical mill, and then the main entrance of the mill opened, and several Russian soldiers covered in sparks and white smoke rushed out of it, staggering forward and letting out a terrible wail.

Otto could still hear the screams of these people clearly despite wearing headphones, and he shook his head and stopped looking at them.

"Forward, turret turn right. The next target is the enemy's chariot, next to a latrine, which we should be able to see as we walk forward. ”

"I see it!"

"Stop shooting!" With Otto's order, the chariot again came to an abrupt stop.

This time Kosher fired very quickly, and Otto saw a spark in the darkness - the large-mass armor-piercing shells used by the Germans had no charge, and it was difficult to determine in the darkness whether they had hit or vibrated eggs.

"Not sure about the effect of the hit," Otto observed the enemy vehicle looming in the moonlight, "but its turret rotation stopped." One more shot, I don't want it to move all of a sudden......"

"Reloaded!" The sound of a loader could be heard in the headphones, and Otto used to patting Kosher to remind him when he was a loader that he was fully reloaded, but he seemed to like to use in-car communication.

The tank opened fire again, and this time Otto clearly saw that the shell hit the turret seat of the enemy tank, and then the roof of the enemy tank opened, and the Russian armored soldier stumbled out of the turret and rolled straight off the tank, looking like he was wounded.

"Alright, move forward." Otto gave the order, "Turn right, walk along the village road, through the smoke, and reload the armor-piercing shells!" ”

After saying that, the chariot had crashed headlong into the smoke fired by friendly infantry combat, and although the smoke did not have a pungent smell, Otto covered his mouth. After the chariot passed through the smoke, a second enemy vehicle was seen.

The two tanks were firing at the German infantry-controlled building, and they did not notice Otto, who had suddenly appeared not far from them, probably because the hatch cover was closed and the commander's vision was limited.

"Hit the turret side armor!"

"Understood!"

The 75 guns fired, and then Otto watched as the turret hatch of the Russian tank exploded into the sky, and the whole vehicle immediately burned like a torch. When the cockpit hatch opened, the driver, covered in fire, jumped out of the car and rolled in vain on the ground.

"Forward!" Otto could not bear to look at the man's painful appearance any longer, and gave the order.

"We're going to crush the Russian on fire."

"Leave it alone! We are now within the range of the Russian 122 howitzers! Don't want to be blown up by a grenade and move forward! Turn left in the turret! White Phosphorus Bomb Reload! ”

"Reloaded!"

"Rush through the next smoke strip to see the church, and fire at the only piece of stained glass!"

When it was too late, a grenade landed not far from the tank, throwing tons of dirt into the sky. Blocks of mud fell, clanging on the armor of the chariot.

"Holy, what's going on? What's attacking us? Otto heard Kosher exclaim.

"Don't worry, it's just a lump of dirt."

At this moment the chariot rushed through the smoke, and the bell tower of the church suddenly appeared in front of them.

"I hope Jesus will forgive us." Kosher muttered, and then opened fire without waiting for a stop - probably he figured that a church that large didn't need to be stopped to get it right.

The next moment a large amount of white gas came out of the windows of the church, and then the explosion suddenly occurred, and in an instant, half of the fortified church was overturned, and the remaining half was on fire.

"Wow, was that the wrath of Jesus just now?" Otto heard Kosher muttering softly.

"The battle is not over yet, the enemy should have at least two tanks left, and we'll run into one of them as we go along—" Otto's words stopped abruptly as he saw the enemy's chariot coming around the corner and appearing directly in front of his car.

"Damn," he shouted, "they're out!" Turn the turret! ”

At this time, the Russians opened fire, and the shell hit the front armor of Otto's car, and it was directly bounced to the side.

"They're loading, fast!" Otto desperately kicked Kosher in the back to make him faster, and he nervously watched as the turret turned into place.

Both sides opened fire almost simultaneously - the Russian loaders were really good.

Otto hastily didn't notice where the enemy chariot was, he only saw the enemy chariot in front of him blazing, and a circular bullet hole could be seen on the front of the hull.

"Now the enemy still has a car ......"

As soon as Otto's words fell, the brick wall on the side of their chariot was knocked down, and the last Russian chariot roared over the brick wall and crashed directly into Otto's chariot.

After the violent concussion, Otto had just come to his senses when he saw a grenade thrown out of the turret hatch of the enemy vehicle. Otto caught the grenade and threw it back, only to smash the grenade into the turret armor of the enemy vehicle and bounce behind the enemy vehicle.

After the explosion, the Russian armored officer shouted "Ula" and got out of the hatch and raised his pistol at Otto.

Otto slid straight into the turret and dodged the pistol fire. No sooner had he had time to draw his pistol than the Russians jumped onto the turret, and Otto fired when the typical Russian face appeared outside the turret hatch.

The Russians fell backwards and disappeared, followed by several grenade explosions outside, which seemed to be the Russians trying to throw grenades into the chariot.

Otto climbed out of the chariot with his gun, and by this time the infantry that accompanied him had already followed, and they climbed into the Russian chariot and threw a grenade into the turret.

After the muffled noise came, Otto breathed a sigh of relief and asked in the car communication, "How are you guys?" Can the car still move? ”

"The turret seat seems to be stuck," said Kosher, "and I can't respond to my pedals, and I can't turn the handlebar." ”

"Link?"

"The engine is still spinning, and as long as the tracks haven't been knocked off, it should be able to move."

"Then move!"

When Otto gave the order, the engine roared, and the vehicle began to move in place.

"Damn, the track that was hit was broken, only one side was functioning properly." Otto pursed his lips and picked up the microphone for the radio, "The turtle shell calls the cormorant, our track is broken, the turret can't turn, and we need support." ”

"When the cormorant hears it, I'll give way and drag you down. By the way, well done, we are on the offensive and the Russians' defenses are beginning to crumble. ”

"I'm glad to hear that, over." As Otto spoke, a pair of infantrymen were leaning down and speeding past the broken down chariot.

"The rescue will be there in ten minutes, it's over."

Otto breathed a sigh of relief, put down the radiophone, and then slid into the chariot and sat in the captain's seat.

"Alright guys, we're done." He patted Kosher and the cook on the shoulder, and their tense bodies relaxed.

"It doesn't feel bad." Kosher stretched in the limited space and stabbed his arm all the way to the top of Otto's head, "At first I thought I was going to be honored this time." ”

"Maybe God doesn't like people like you." Link laughed.

Julian immediately answered: "God bless us." ”

"Oh no," the cook shook his head, "now we can't say God, we should say that Mr. Lin protects us." ”

"Yes, long live Mr. Lin." Kosher said jokingly.

"Come on, I've got some biscuits." The cook said as he took the small box containing his personal belongings, opened it, took out the biscuits and distributed them to his comrades, "You drink your own water." ”

"For the first time, I thought military compressed cookies tasted good." Link muttered, "Damn, I can eat anything now as long as I have a life." ”

Link's voice fell, and everyone in the whole car laughed.

Otto laughed along, leaning back against the rear armor of the turret and letting out a long sigh of relief.