In the midst of the heavy guns, an engineering tank was moving slowly, stopping in the middle of the German position, and then hanging a plate of explosives for blasting that had been prepared there. The wrecker tank was ready as quickly as possible, and then the sappers on the truck loudly reminded the surrounding friendly troops with the loudest voice they could pull: "Blast! Be careful with the blast!"

"The sappers are clearing the wreck! Hold on to their steel helmets! Watch your step! Beware of vibrations and shrapnel!"

"Whoosh!whoosh!" There were two muffled sounds, and the rockets flew to the far end with explosives, and two white soft bands twisted and spread in front of the two armies. The sound of gunfire all around seemed to have stopped, and only tranquility remained between heaven and earth, an eerie and extremely peaceful atmosphere.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Starting from the German position, the huge explosion began to extend endlessly towards the Soviet position, the earth was churned up, the mines were detonated and removed, the barbed wire was destroyed by explosives, and the wooden stakes nailed with the wire flew up dozens of meters into the air, and then fell into the soft soil that had been blown up by the explosives.

Before the Soviet Red Army could react in the huge blasting, the second rocket wrecker tank was ready and began to launch a second clean-up along the route cleared by the first friendly wrecker tank. Two rockets flew out one after the other and landed on the Soviet position, followed by a huge explosion sound.

"All right, gentlemen, now it's our turn! Grenadier! charge!" a company commander shouted to his soldiers with his G43 rifle, and then he took the lead and jumped out of the trench and began to run forward along the soft dirt, and behind him, many Germans jumped out of the trench and charged towards the dangerous opposite side.

In the woods behind them, a Leopard tank smashed through a small tree and rushed out of its hiding place, followed out of the woods by an armored vehicle with a machine gun mounted on it, and the machine gunner on it was constantly strafing the opponent with his own weapon, covering his friendly infantry.

The ground was trembling, the blasting was still going on, huge smoke was rising into the air, and a third wrecker tank was widening the safe passage that had been opened, and the German wrecker tank, which was quite efficient and practical, like Frederick rocket launchers, left a very memorable impression on its opponents, the Soviets.

Then the second Leopard tank drove out of the woods, the slender barrels sprayed tongues of fire, the smoke of explosions rose from the positions of the opposing side, and many Soviet soldiers were already being routed backwards.

Putting down the binoculars in his hand, the commander of the grenadier unit under the 1st Panzer Army, who was the main attack this time, looked up at the Tiger tank listening to him, pointed to the front and said: "My grenadier unit is opening a gap, and the troops of the 1st Panzer Division on your flank will follow to cover, I can only help you get here, Company Commander Rennes." ”

"Thank you! I hope I'll meet you again at the 'Cover' railway bridge. Wren put his hand on the brim of his hat, then pressed the throat intercom, and motioned for the group to start the tank and prepare to start their marathon assault.

Right next to the Tiger tank, five 150 mm self-propelled howitzers modified from the chassis of Tank No. 3 were firing wildly, pouring shells scattered on the ground one after another onto the positions of the Soviet Red Army. These self-propelled howitzers were the most mobile of the German artillery and one of Guderian's favorite weapons.

The No. 3 assault gun and the Assault Panther (assault gun with a modified Leopard chassis) accompanied the Leopard tank to tear through the Soviet defenses, the chaotic Soviet positions were beaten by the German armored troops without the slightest resistance, the entire defense line was collapsing, and it was clear that the Soviet commanders had lost control of the battle, and they were struggling not with how to stop the German attack, but with who was the traitor.

The tanks of the 1st Company and 2nd Platoon of the 502nd SS Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion rushed out of the woods and advanced towards the Soviet positions after the first wave of armored attack that had already driven a long way. Their tracks pressed against the soft dirt that was already covered with track marks, bringing up pieces of somewhat muddy soil.

As heavy tanks, they rarely go into battle in the second batch, because their raison d'être is the same as that of heavy cavalry, which is to break through the formation and tear apart the opponent. Therefore, they often face the enemy's bullets and bullets, but rarely follow others to reap the fruits of victory.

This time, however, they enjoyed themselves, there was little resistance left in their positions, and the German tanks had tore a huge gap in their front, and they only had to run over the collapsed trenches and drive past the burning villages to see the railway line that they needed to keep along. Along there, they'll be able to reach their final destination in no time.

"Tank No. 111, keeping up with our maintenance armored vehicles, ensures that we can quickly troubleshoot some minor faults and ensure a fast speed of movement. Wren watched his surroundings through the periscope as he reminded his teammates to protect their team's most vulnerable equipment.

Soon nine tanks and a maintenance armoured vehicle were rushing into the burning village, with a row of freshly executed Soviet civilians lying on the side of the road, and a dozen disarmed Soviet prisoners digging graves of the corpses - possibly their own - under the watchful eye of German grenadiers.

Wren lifted the hatch of the tank and poked his head out, and he saw two German soldiers on the roof of the only building that was still intact, carrying guns on their backs, carefully tearing off a huge German flag. The area has been occupied, and there is no doubt that the Germans have succeeded in tearing through the frontal defenses of the Soviet army.

Crashing through a low wall, the first two platoons of No. 122 tanks drove up the smooth road, and on one side of the road, three German Leopard tanks with gray paint were parked, all of which were the latest equipment from the factory, and because winter was about to pass, they did not use white paint.

The German grenadiers, who had just fought a vicious battle, were leaning against the Leopard tanks and smoking, their dirty faces and bright eyes watching their friendly Tiger tanks drive past them through the shadows under the steel helmets. The infantrymen knew that their mission was accomplished, and the rest of the part was up to these bigger, heavily armored guys.

A column of German tanks appeared on the road in the rear of the Soviet Union, and some of the defeated Soviet soldiers watched in horror as the German vanguard drove frantically along the road, and they did not dare to disturb such a German detachment composed of tanks, because these Soviet soldiers knew that they were not enough for these steel beasts to stuff their teeth.

"Boom!" tragedy still befell the head of the advancing German armored detachment, the first 2 platoons of No. 122 tanks crushed a Soviet mine, and the track and a load-bearing wheel were completely scrapped.

"It can't be repaired! The track is not bad, but the shock absorber inside the load wheel is broken, and it is a blessing that no one was injured, how can it be repaired in the field?" Several technical workers of the maintenance detachment came to the conclusion after taking a look at the situation, and this tank could only be left here in the end and wait for the follow-up troops to follow up before making plans.

Of course, the maintenance truck did not follow in vain, relying on the crane and winch above, plus the towing of another tank, the people of the second platoon got the tank off the road and hid it in a low place on the side of the road. In order to ensure the safety of this tank, tank No. 125 was left behind to cover the incapacitated tank No. 122 until the large forces caught up.

Soon the special operations team was on the road, only this time with a thinner force, with only 7 tanks and a maintenance vehicle. This scene reminded Wren of the Polish campaign when he first entered the battle, when they also ate a mine on the road and then the whole company moved on.

At that time, Poland did not have any decent armor at all, and the poor Renault tank was no match for the German Leopard tank at all, so there was no need to be as frightened in the war at that time as it is now, and there was no need to worry about being accidentally shot through the head by the opponent. Compared to today, the war at that time was more like an outing, a hunt full of joy and a sense of conquest.

When he remembered that time, he thought of the poor electromechanical clerk Clark, and remembered his company commander at that time, Carter. Many familiar faces have disappeared, and the ace team that was together back then, I heard that Karus and Wittmann have become more and more outstanding, and I also heard that some people have died in battles in places where they don't know their names.

I have to sigh that the good old days are gone, the Soviet tanks have equaled the German tanks in terms of main performance, and both sides have at least the possibility of defeating their opponents, such a war seems fairer - unfortunately, from the perspective of the German army, the last thing they want is fairness...... Damn fair!

It was already dark, and their team had been on the road for several hours, as they had encountered some Soviet harassment and captured a small village of resistance, so they had only covered less than 40 kilometers. Tomorrow morning, they must rush to the railway bridge as required, otherwise the Soviets may retake it and cover their rout to flee back to the outskirts of Stalingrad.

"Let's go overnight! If we stop! It's easy to run into a defeated Soviet unit, and if you don't have to, you'll have to fight a sniper battle here. Wren said as he looked at the sun as it set to the west, leaning against the hatch of the tank.