Wren saw that the artillery position on the opposite side had been blown up by the collapse of the cannons, and the fire that had been raised during the opening of the cannon had completely exposed the place, so he pressed his throat intercom and shouted to Bowman: "Reverse!

"There was a Stalin tank on the road. Andre sensed the car start backing away as it opened fire, and he reminded Wren while motioning for Bruce to reload the armor-piercing rounds.

Wren squinted his eyes and recalled the other party's cannon just now, he knew that the other party had fired, and it should have hit the bridge behind him, he was still a step slower after all, and even if he retreated safely for a while, the tank had no way out.

Maybe his comfortable life has been too long, Wren couldn't help but think. He poked his head out, shot off a Soviet infantryman from the flank with his assault rifle, and then took one of the most glances at the already shattered Soviet artillery position. It seems that the other side is not sitting still, and the war will never be smooth sailing.

The Soviet artillery opened fire and collapsed, causing a powerful visual impact, and the Soviet artillery positions were filled with flames and smoke, and the German attack aircraft flying in the sky could no longer see this exposed enemy target, then they could be called blind.

Two Stuka 2 bombers flew over Wren's head and dropped a barrage of small bombs on the Soviet artillery position, which destroyed another overturned cannon and blew the scattered Soviet artillery into pieces.

It's time to go, it's really time to go. Wren retracted into his turret once more, began to reload his gun, and in the process of retreating, the Tiger took advantage of the gap in one shot to make a turn on the spot, pointing the front of the car in the direction it had come. Bowman was a crazy driver, and he drove the tank steadily and rhythmically, without affecting Alice and Andre who were shooting.

The Tiger tank turned around and aimed its most powerful turret at the Stalin tank that was lying in ambush in the middle of the road, and Andrei would not tolerate a tank firing a third shot at them while they retreated. Some small-caliber artillery began to explode around the Rennes tank, and it seems that the Soviets did not intend to let the Tiger tank escape back intact.

Bullets came in a dense manner, crackling on the armor plates of the tank. If when Rennes attacked, the Soviets did not expect that a madman would dare to single-handedly enter the opponent's position at such a time, then when he returned, the Soviets had already prepared enough killing moves along the way to threaten the Tiger tank.

A shell from an anti-tank gun hit the turret of the Tiger tank, because of the bulletproof shape on it and the tent that was hanging, the shell did not penetrate the armor around Wren, but only flew the tent hanging on it and an empty fuel tank. Small-caliber anti-tank guns have been eliminated by the new tanks put into the shoes of both sides, but it is a pity that the Soviet side continues to use such ineffective guys on the basis of the principle of waste utilization. It turned out that this backward anti-tank gun at some point could no longer threaten the side armor of the Tiger tank, and even more so was useless against the frontal main armor.

"Damn! we've been hit!" Imagine a hammer hitting the steel plate, and of course the people inside the tank could clearly feel the feeling of being hit by something, and Bruce shouted because of the small-caliber armor-piercing bullet as he prepared ammunition for Andre.

"Shut up! it only pierced our tent!" Wren yelled, then leaned his upper body out of the tank, holding an assault rifle to cover as much as possible from the rear of his tank. Although it was very difficult to aim on the shaky hull, he was able to take out a large number of Soviet soldiers who wanted to approach the tank from behind, relying on his solid shooting skills.

This Tiger tank is like Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong riding a white horse on the slope of Nagasaka, rushing to kill in the thousands of troops of the Soviet Union, leaving a long bloody road behind this tank, and the blood where it rushed even stained the ground red.

"Boom!" the Tiger tank fired at a T-34 tank that rushed out halfway, and this distance between the two sides was like fighting bayonets, comparing the speed of aiming and the moment of firing first. Andre's speed of fire and ability to aim have never failed Wren, they are a well-coordinated ace who almost never make any mistakes.

Because it was close enough, the T-34 tank, which had just rushed out of the bushes in front of the Wren tank, was pierced directly by the armor-piercing shell, and then the tank exploded into a fireball. The crew of the Soviet tank, who tried to jump out of the tank, was beaten into a sieve by the machine gun of the same course, and lay on the hatch of the tank and was reduced to ashes with their tank.

"Remember the Stalin tank that fired at us?" Wren emptied another magazine, threw it at his feet, then took a new magazine and stuffed it into his rifle, and asked Andrei next to him, who was engrossed in the sight.

"Of course, you don't think I'll let go of that bastard who wants to kill me, do you?" said Andrei as he turned his turret, the Tiger turret, driven by an electric motor, and aimed the terrible 88mm cannon at the Stalin's tank.

"It's not in its original position! hell!" rushed through a wide tree, a tree with bullet holes in its trunk. Andrei's sight did not have the well-camouflaged Stalin tank that he had hidden in the crater, and it was clear that the other party was not an idiot, and it moved its position while Rennes was moving forward.

"Yes, it's 11 o'clock in front of us!" Wren poked his head out, and the bullet hit his hatch, forcing him to retract his head again. But relying on the corner of his eye at this moment, he saw the other party's location.

With his shout, the turret of the Tiger tank, without the slightest pause, began to turn to the direction of 11 o'clock of the tank. However, the opponent obviously did not intend to give the Tiger tank any chance, and preemptively fired a shell. The shell hit with incredible accuracy, knocking off the hatch of the Tiger tank above Wren's head. The impact shook off the riveted structure, causing the connected parts to break.

Some of the debris fell on Wren's military cap, and the loud sound could be heard clearly even through the headphones, after all, it was a 122 mm caliber armor-piercing bullet, and even if it flew overhead, the shock caused by it was absolutely unparalleled.

Wren didn't pause, leaning out of his weapon and firing a rough volley of bullets in the direction he had just fired at him, before poking his head out and continuing to fire, the bullets hitting a fallen tree and splashing a cloud of wood chips.

"Dang!" Before Wren could retract his head, an armor-piercing bullet hit the tail of the Tiger in the eye, knocking off the outer armor piece that protected the exhaust pipe, along with a section of the tank's exhaust pipe and a fender at the tail. Rendus had to mourn for these Soviet artillerymen, who finally hit the target, but could only dismantle a bunch of inconsequential things.

Andrei had already aimed the turret at the most threatening Stalin tank at this time, Bruce had also pushed a tungsten alloy armor-piercing shell into the chamber, all the preparations for firing were ready, and the Tiger tank and its short stop allowed the gun commander to obtain a more stable firing environment.

Andrei didn't wait long for his opponent to fire his deadly second shot from the slow-loading Stalin, and the Tiger fired its vengeful shell, which cut a straight line into the side armor of the Stalin's hull, and then detonated the fuel tank of the Soviets' heavy tank with a torrent of scorching steel.

The scorching flames instantly surrounded the Stalin tank, and Wren's tank started again with the explosion of the tank, because the exhaust pipe used for silence was knocked off, so this time the engine of the Tiger tank made a strange sound, like a motorcycle.

"I'm running out of shells!" Andrey! think of a way!" Bruce looked at the bottomed ammunition box beside him, and reluctantly reminded Andre to pay attention to saving ammunition. There was no ammunition in the ammunition storage position next to Wren for a long time, and the few shells left by Bruce's side were the only goods they had.

"There are enemies on all sides!, how do you ask me to figure it out?" Andrei said as he fired another shell, which was fired back at the opponent's anti-tank gun position, and the effect did not seem obvious, the armor-piercing shell only splashed a piece of dirt on the bunker, and did not have the power of a grenade explosion at all.

"Bowman! There are still a few hundred meters to go, let's return to our position, accelerate! Don't care if this tank can hold out, accelerate!" The hatch above Wren's head was knocked off, and he lost the cover behind him, so the opportunity to poke his head out and fire became less and less, and the bullets flying through the open hatch became more and more dense.

Hearing Wren's words, Bowman made the steel monster a little faster, which was almost the limit speed of the Tiger tank, and the big guy had run an astonishing 33 kilometers per hour at the proving ground, but that was completely in good condition.

The tank's tracks were rolling with the load wheels with a slight creaking sound, and it was clear that the tracks that had been worn out for a long time were a little overwhelmed, and only God knew if they would hold out until Wren hoped for the moment.