"Don't retreat! Keep attacking!" Wolf glanced at the exploding Soviet tanks behind him, and then at the twenty or so Soviet tanks around him, a dozen of which were faster T-34s, and only five or six were Stalin's tanks. He didn't seem to have any concept of retreating, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered to continue the attack: "Wren!

He didn't care whether the Soviet Union won or lost, and he didn't care whether this attack could cut off the retreat of the Reich division and completely annihilate this German SS unit, he only cared if he could kill Rennes here, which was the only motivation for him to survive until now.

Thinking of the humiliation Wren had inflicted on him, the deep scar on his face began to ache faintly again, and he reached out and touched the wound that had been with him day and night since that day, and the expression on his face was indescribably terrifying. He wants to let the man who brought him shame die at his own hands, and he wants to use his own strength to regain his dignity!

"Wren! We're pretty much out of ammunition, and now this situation is very unfavorable to us. Andre most intuitively felt that the loader Bruce's ammunition supply time was being extended, which is not to say that Bruce has any physical problems, because Bruce has worked his strong muscles since the last physical exhaustion, and loading these ammunition is not a heavy burden for him.

The extended time was due to the fact that Bruce had to remove the ammo from a farther ammo storage position, which had been completely depleted, and Bruce was different from Wren and Andre in that he had to stand in the constantly jolting tank as he turned and moved his feet, keeping an eye out for the empty shells that had fallen on the floor.

"The problem is that we can't get away now!" Wren stared at the Soviet tanks in front of him, squinted his eyes and replied to Andrei's words: "I felt the danger from the beginning...... Now I'm sure...... Wolf is on the other side, and he's coming!"

He felt the strong pressure brought to him by the other party, and the attack of these Soviet tanks regardless of losses was not a normal routine of Soviet armored forces. It is difficult for Wren to explain why the Soviet tank force did not retreat after losing dozens of tanks this time, so he did feel Wolf's presence at this moment.

So he pressed the throat intercom and shouted to Marcus in the other tank: "Marcus, Wolf is on the other side! This is the main reason why the Soviets have not retreated until now! Their target is not those infantry of the Imperial Division, Wolf's target is me and you!"

"Oh my God, Wren, you're not kidding, fire! hell, keep firing!" Marcus was distracted in his headphones for a moment, and then his voice trembled slightly after he came to his senses: "He's coming! This bastard is really looking for a chance, Wren, I'll cover you...... Don't look back, get out of here right now!"

"Alice, Marcus tells us to get away!" what do you think?" Wren didn't immediately answer Marcus's hysterical pleas, but instead asked his own mechanic.

"Captain, I'm here because I made a mistake last time and almost knocked down the Führer's landline - unfortunately abandoning my comrades and running away is also a death sentence. Alice replied loudly while interfering with the enemy tanks in front of her with machine gun fire, "Aren't you amazing?

"......" Because there were few people, Wren did not turn off other communication channels, so this sentence was heard by everyone in the two tanks. Unfortunately, no one is in the mood to cheer or heckle in this situation, and everyone has something very important to do - busy killing.

"Don't ask me such boring questions! I'm busy! Captain!" Bowman carefully manipulated the lever in front of him, as if caressing his beloved wife. His movements are clean and neat, but he rarely uses brute force, which makes people look at it with a sense of beauty.

The tank slowly recoiled under his control, and although there were some bumps, it was completely within the tolerable range. Bowman may not have been a problem in Tank 113, but he has always been one of the most trusted people in the crew.

"The mechanic is proposing to the commander, the gunner and the driver have wives and children, if I don't die this time, apply for a vacation and go back and marry a mother-in-law immediately!" This is so unfair!" Bruce shoved a grenade into the barrel of the gun, and then shouted loudly: "Andrey!

Andrei didn't speak, he just glanced at Wren through the dim light inside the tank, and it happened that Wren was also looking down at him, and the two of them staggered their gazes, and they didn't even waste a second to understand what the other meant. Wren felt that Andre would definitely choose to "fight to the death with his comrades", and Andre's eyes meant: "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!"

At the same time that the Wren crew and the Marcus crew were sensational, ready to die here, Wolf frowned. He realized the danger coming, the feeling of being topped by a hunter that he hadn't felt in years.

Even in the face of Wren, the most spiritual teenager in the Wolf Knight School, Wolf never felt like this. At that time, he was the real hunter, and Wren was just a slightly trickier prey in the eyes of his wolfe. But now the feeling unnerved him, a dangerous aura out of his grasp.

Suddenly, he raised his head and was facing the two Stuka 2 attack planes that were diving down in the clouds. This is the most terrible natural enemy of the Soviet armored forces, this is the Grim Reaper hovering over the heads of the Soviets. The appearance of such terrible planes would have caused casualties and losses to the Soviets - to say that they were the eagles on the German coat of arms could not have been more vivid.

Wolf knew that the current situation was out of his control, and in this case, the tanks on his side were likely to be destroyed by these two damn German attack planes, and the situation of fighting more and fighting less that had been erected was about to become the advantage of the Germans in an instant.

Just as he pondered whether he should seize the opportunity to hold on, the two German planes had already begun their assault show, a barrage of aerial bombs dropped in the queue of Soviet tanks, and the huge explosion caused Marcus to let out a shout of hooray.

A Stalin tank was hit directly by an aerial bomb, and a huge wave of air rolled over the other Soviet tanks, and then another Stuka 2 attack plane began to strafe the smoke and dust with its cannon, and tracer bullets rained down and clanged on the tank.

Although the Soviet tanks have always had an overwhelming advantage over the German army in terms of numbers, the German army has an unrivaled advantage in fire support and air-ground integration. The pattern of warfare seems to have quietly changed a long time ago, and sometimes it is not possible to achieve a final victory by numbers alone.

The air support that Wren had been waiting for finally arrived, and Marcus restrained his frightened expression, as if he had suddenly become fearless. He screamed something like "Long live the Air Force", as if he wanted to vent the despair that had been suppressed from just now to now.

Wren watched as a Stalin tank slowly smoked from the distance, and an eerie flame burned on the bonnet. The tank slowly moved forward, and finally there was a huge explosion dozens of meters later, the hatch cover and some engine cooling partitions were blown into the air, and the terrible 122 mm caliber gun drooped at a strange angle, pointing weakly in the direction of the ground.

From the not too dense smoke, the flames of the tank explosion could be faintly seen, and the Soviet attacking tank troops experienced another catastrophe at this moment, and the distance of nearly a thousand meters from the roadbed to here was already densely packed with the wreckage of dozens of Soviet tanks.

This is definitely another graveyard of Soviet tanks, and this is definitely a sad place for Soviet tank troops. Almost a separate tank brigade was annihilated in the wilderness by German armor, artillery, and aviation, which was another bad news for the Soviet army, which had already lost Stalingrad.

Two Stuka 2 attack planes skimmed the battlefield at low altitude, blowing one T-34 tank after another to pieces. The Stuka 2 attack plane, armed with rockets and aerial bombs, seemed to be two cannons with long eyes, and accurately smashed one bomb after another on the heads of Soviet tanks.

The explosions came and went, and the Soviet tanks that seemed to be winning the game just now became lambs to the slaughter, and the tanks on the bare ground were excellent targets for attack aircraft.

Wren looked at the already blurred sea of fire, and also wanted to shout at the two Stuka 2 attack planes that were climbing in the distance. He knows better than others how terrible Marcus is, and he can be said to be very lucky to not have to fight such a terrible opponent face to face.

It was a terrible person, and in that Wolf Knight Academy, which symbolized death and ruthlessness, everyone's experience seemed to be a novel, and Wren and Wolf were undoubtedly the few but deserved to be the best of these terrible people.