Humans have a humble infatuation with the strong, and any group likes to elect a leader-like being. People are accustomed to obeying such a being, and to call similar leaders kings. So there is a king of the forest in the forest, there is a king of the steppe in the steppe, and even the tiger, which is already the king of all beasts, must have a real king - that is, the king of the tiger, who is called the king of the tiger.

The tank named after the King Tiger is the ultimate tank that the German Army has high hopes for. Therefore, when the people who drive this tank face their own enemies, they are very calm, because they know that they are superior to their opponents and have more powerful weapons than their opponents.

When the shell case of a shell exited from the open bolt, the chamber was still steaming slightly. Listen to the familiar clanging of metal shells against the bottom of the tank, and you can feel the melodious sound of killing lingering in your ears. The shouts of the soldiers, the clash of metal, and the roar of the artillery make for a wonderful rock music that excites all those who revel in the war.

It was a concert that bordered on madness, with the only difference from the solemn orchestral music played in Vienna's concert hall was that instead of applause and cheering, the exploding shells would help everyone in the concert to howl hysterically, and the applause was not a spectacular sight at all, thinking that it was a place where you could see arms flying far away, and faces twisted together from vomiting blood.

As a loader, Bruce had no idea what was going on outside, and he hid in the safest place possible, waiting for the tank to be destroyed or the battle to end. He had only two states: one was when his tank exploded after a great tremor and he himself followed the heavens, and the other was when he heard Wren shout that the battle was over, and then he climbed out of the tank to see a new hell created by his shells.

In fact, in this comparison, it will be found that the soldiers in some positions are actually very literary, they do not have to face blood and killing directly on the battlefield, but they are doing the work of slaughtering their opponents more efficiently, for example, the loaders in the main gun turret of the battleship.

They couldn't see what their battlefield was like, they just repeated the actions they had repeated countless times in their passwords, prepared the lethal shell, and waited for the shell to do its job. There are only two fates waiting for them: one is to sink with the battleship when they are sunk, and the other is to win the opponent and accept the cheers of their comrades.

But now Bruce didn't have time to think about how his peers were doing, and he was picking up a new armor-piercing shell from the ammunition compartment and expertly stuffing it into the chamber of the narrow tank turret. The interior space of the King Tiger tank is a bit larger than that of the Tiger tank, so changing from the Tiger tank to the King Tiger tank is a blessing for Bruce.

The space in the King Tiger tank is more regular, the ammunition storage is more concentrated, and the design is more convenient for Bruce to pick up. This made Bruce feel very comfortable, and he felt that he could give Andre a chance to shoot with a faster reload speed.

In fact, this is exactly the case, because the King Tiger tank has an aim assist device on the sighting system, so Andrei's aiming has also become more efficient. Coupled with the increase in Bruce's reload speed, the firing speed of this King Tiger tank has become more terrifying than that of the original Tiger tank.

With a loud "boom!", Rennes's No. 113 King Tiger tank had already fired its 20th shell, and the Soviet attacking tank cluster had been shattered by the Germans' long-range accurate fire. There were burning Soviet tanks everywhere, and none of the wrecked Soviet tank crews were able to take out even a single one of their opponents.

The Stalin tank that rushed out just now was immediately hit by Rennes's tank, but the good bulletproof shape and amazing luck allowed this Stalin tank to withstand the fatal blow of the Tiger King, and it adjusted its angle and slowly aimed at Rennes's tank.

However, in the process, the Rennes crew, who were at a distance of more than 1,200 meters, fired their second armor-piercing shell, but this armor-piercing bullet missed the target because it was aimed too hastily. Two shells in a row did not kill the opponent, and even Andrei's face was a little unbearable, so it took him a few seconds to aim carefully at the third shell, and then fired another shot.

The lucky Soviet Stalin tank did not escape the deadly attack again, and the German tungsten alloy armor-piercing shell hit the Stalin tank and pierced its armor. Then the Stalin tank turned into a brilliant firework and exploded into a pile of torn iron plates and parts.

After destroying the Stalin tank, the Soviet offensive became even more disorganized, and it seems that they were not ready to meet the main German forces in such a place. Seeing that the battle has been going on for such a long time, but not even a single shell has fallen on the German position, this means that at least the nearby Soviet troops have not deployed their artillery, and they should still be in a hurry.

"Speed forward! Get close to the Soviets! If we wait, maybe their artillery will open fire on us. Wren put down the binoculars, and then pressed the throat intercom to the driver Bowman and ordered: "Move forward at a constant speed and give Andre a chance to fire!"

With this order, Wren felt his tank shake, and then the King Tiger tank rushed out of the makeshift bunker about 40 centimeters deep and headed towards the attacking Soviet troops.

The sight of the King Tiger tank suddenly moving and charging towards the disorganized Soviet troops caused many Soviet soldiers to panic. Never before had they seen such a formidable opponent dare to charge at such a large Soviet unit. The tank gun, which constantly spewed fire, seemed to be the scythe of death to harvest life, taking away the lives of countless Soviet armored soldiers.

A Soviet soldier raised his head in the grass and saw the King Tiger tank's heading machine gun shooting at his position, and before he could get down, he was shot in the head. The sheer force of the bullet caused his head to split in all directions, splashing red and white everywhere.

The Soviet soldiers, who were still trying to get close to the German positions, began to subconsciously move away from the steel beast that was approaching them. The tank's low profile and good bulletproof angle made the Soviet attack a little helpless. Finally, a 45 mm armor-piercing shell hit the front armor plate of the Rennes tank, and the only thing that served was to wipe the paint off the Rennes tank.

The Soviets were collapsing, and they were still attacking violently, but now they were overwhelmed by the King Tiger tanks, which had only two of them. Some Soviet tanks are retreating, and several Soviet tanks that have been detouring into the distance have also been blocked back by another King Tiger, and the current battlefield situation seems a little weird, three German tanks are slowly closing in an attempt to annihilate the more than 40 Soviet tanks in the encirclement.

"Keep going! Drive these Soviets back into the woods!" a bullet flew past his hat as he retreated into the turret and snapped the hatch over his head. Poking his head out of the turret for a long time at this distance is no different from suicide, Wren is very dismissive of his own life, but he is definitely not a suicidal person.

His King Tiger tank continued to move forward, and a Soviet soldier who had been shot in the thigh was struggling in the path of the King Tiger tank, holding his leg and wailing, begging his defeated companion to take him with him. But no one paid attention to him as a wounded soldier, so he had to wait for his own doom to befall him.

Soon he realized that something was wrong, and the King Tiger tank drove over, with a track facing the direction where he was lying. He hurriedly struggled to prop up his body with his own hands, and the sharp pain in his leg made his movements very tangled. Instead of stupidly crawling backwards, he quickly adjusted his direction and moved sideways away from the direction in which the tank was moving.

However, he underestimated the speed of the German tanks, in fact, the Soviet tanks were rarely comparable to the German tanks in terms of top speed, the Leopard tank was faster than the Soviet T-34 tank, and the Tiger tank was more maneuverable than the Stalin tank - of course, if you count the T-26, it is a different story.

The poor Soviet soldier was not able to escape the crushing range of the German tank tracks, and the cold steel finally pressed against his legs, and in an instant he felt a heart-rending pain, he heard the sound of his own bones breaking, and felt his blood flow rapidly from his legs.

"Ahh His blood flowed onto the tracks of the King Tiger tank, splashed onto the wide load wheels, and seeped into the dirt that had been crushed.

The Soviets began to retreat, and they did not expect to lose so many tanks here. Not just dozens of T-26 tanks, they lost a dozen T-34 tanks and 2 Stalin tanks - even an armored division would have to retreat if it lost so many tanks, not to mention that they were just an independent detachment of attackers.

"Retreat! That's the new German tank! The enemy's main force has arrived! We must report the situation to the headquarters immediately." Standing at the edge of the woods, a Soviet commander unwillingly gave the order to retreat: "Tell the troops behind me to bring up heavy artillery!"

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