Wren, who was still on the road, quickly got on the ground, grabbed the binoculars on his chest, pressed the sounder in his throat, and shouted loudly: "I didn't find the enemy at ten o'clock, and I didn't see anything at nine o'clock!"

Then he adjusted the direction of the telescope again, but only saw a puff of black smoke: "The direction of eleven o'clock is blocked by black smoke!

"Car No. 124! Cover behind! We've been attacked! God!" Marcus No. 112, who had already driven in front of the crater, shouted: "I'm in front of it! No enemy was found!"

"This ...... Hiss...... 2...... No. 5 ...... Here it is...... Car No. 125 ......" A weak voice appeared in the headphones, it was the commander of car No. 125, his voice looked a little panicked, but more dizzy: "I...... We...... Hit ......"

However, the smoke around the No. 125 car quickly cleared, and it did not look like the burning of the No. 125 car itself, but the dust and smoke from the explosion.

"No enemy found!" "The voice of the captain of car No. 115 came from the headset: "I'm ** outside!

Wren also straightened his body a little, carefully looking for the direction of possible enemies, but found a strange quiet: "The smoke has dispersed!

"This is car 112, it's safe in front of it!" Marcus reported.

Wren jumped out of his tank and ran towards the wounded 125, he moved cautiously, looking a little timid, but he eventually approached the 125 tank, and then he turned around and shouted to the bold 115 commander behind him: "It's a mine!

"Marcus, you're on guard!" Carter ordered as he emerged from his turret, "Hand over to Tank 124." ”

Everyone ran out of the car, and after looking around, they all stood on the edge of the roadbed to look at the No. 125 tank in the mud, the mine blew up the track of the No. 125 tank, and blew up a load wheel, Wren climbed onto the tank and was helping to pull the hapless captain of the No. 125 car out of the hatch.

He passed his hands through the armpits of the commander of car No. 125 from behind, hugged the commander's chest and dragged him out of the tank. ”

After another 40 minutes, the men of the 1st Company remained in place, the driver of Tank No. 125 was wounded in the head, and the loader broke his foot, and their tank could not continue the attack because of the broken tracks, the damaged load wheels, and the lack of suitable tools to repair them.

The situation was very simple, tank 125 could only be left here and wait for the troops behind to come up, and they could not just leave a wounded tank here, and they would be very dangerous if they encountered a defeated Polish army - although this was very unlikely, they still did not dare to do it.

"Okay! Now there are two ways!" Carter thought for a moment and said, "The first way, we all stay here and wait for the troops behind to come up! The second way, we leave one tank to cover them, and the other tanks continue to move forward and carry out our original plan." ”

"It's better to stay. Marcus thought for a moment and said, "We only have a platoon of offensive force, and even if we can take that town, if we encounter a counterattack, we still won't be able to hold there." ”

Wren thought about it with his chin in his hand, then pointed to the marker on the river behind the town and said, "If we take the town and then continue to attack and take this bridge, we will be able to narrow the defensive position." ”

"It's not a small river, but the infantry can swim across it. What about my flanks?" asked Ensign Polk, glancing at Wren and pointing to the thin lines on either side.

Wren laughed, pointed to the town by the river and replied, "I used this method in school, we ambushed a tank in the back town, if the Poles crossed the river with infantry, then they must lack heavy weapons, one tank would be enough to drive them back to the other side of the river." ”

Polk glanced at Wren and thought the young man with the freckles on his face had a good idea: "Yes! I think it can be done." ”

"Then do it!" said Kardt.

At eleven o'clock in the afternoon, they had a simple lunch, and the five tanks in the first platoon left the tanks No. 124 and 125 in the second platoon, and set off alone towards the town in the distance. The hapless 3rd SS Panzer Division, the 1st Battalion, the 1st Company, and the 2nd Platoon of the 3rd Panzer Regiment were all withdrawn from the battle.

......

"Captain, Second Lieutenant Polk. The reconnaissance is clear. Wren, who was carrying a submachine gun, climbed over the low wall, jumped back into a collapsed yard, ran to Carter and the others, and whispered: "There are about 100 Polish infantry resting on both sides of the street, there are 4 cars, 1 on the street, 3 at the end of the street close to our side, the bad thing is that they have two Renault FT-17s, the location is very bad, we can kill at most one first." ”

"Of course, there is good news, they are chaotic and unguarded. He said as he drew a rough map of the streets of the entire town on the land: "And they didn't plan to put defenses in the town, so most of the buildings were safe." I was afraid that they would find out, so I didn't dare to get too close. ”

"It's already detailed. Good work, Sergeant Wren. Carter patted Wren on the shoulder, and then began to assign tasks: "Wren has the only time we have a record of hitting a tank with a shot here, so his tank will take out an FT-17 tank in the first time, so that our threat is half less." ”

Then he looked at Marcus: "I'll follow him, cover his left, you follow me, cover the right of the two of us, and fight all the way in." Cut them apart, machine gun them out of town, and drive them to the railroad bridge. ”

Then he looked at the commander of tank No. 114: "Your tank is loaded with grenades, and if there are counterattacking infantry, you are responsible for dispersing them." Second Lieutenant Polk! Any questions?"

"How many tanks will the loss allow us to retreat?" Wren asked, standing up.

Carter was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said solemnly: "If we are destroyed by three tanks, the rest of the people can retreat." Let's go!"

"Andrey, aim at that FT-17 tank at the corner of the street, you must destroy it as soon as possible, it is the only big guy that can threaten us. Don't miss this time. Running back to his tank, as soon as he got into the car, Wren said to his own gun, Andrei.

"But last time I missed. Andrei said with a frown.

"Then don't deviate this time, or I'll call you Squint Andre. Wren complained to André as he pressed the laryngeal sounder, and then he touched the laryngeal sounder and commanded loudly: "Bruce! Armor-piercing bullets are loaded! Check the ammunition! Bowman! Start the engine and rush straight in! Fastest speed!"

Beyond the low courtyard wall and onto the road leading to the town, Wren's tank drove a short uphill and then quickly down a long downhill slope, and the Polish defenders of the town finally spotted the approaching German tank.

"Wren! stupid, you're rushing too fast!" Carter's voice rang in the headphones, "You exposed us early." ”

"Forward!Bowman!We've been discovered!Speed up!" Wren looked at the narrow sight in the periscope and ordered loudly: "Andrey! Aim! Their tankmen are drilling into the tank!"

"Stop!" Wren shouted loudly, "Stop!" The tank shook and stopped at the entrance of the town's alley, and the scene suddenly fell silent, and the panicked Polish defenders looked at the German tank that had kicked up a cloud of dust, and for a moment did not know what to do.

"Fire!" Wren raised the corners of his mouth, with a bloodthirsty smile, and the small tiger teeth in his mouth were slightly exposed, as if he were a hideous devil.

"Boom!" Tank No. 113 fired, and the shell flew over a short distance with a whistling sound, directly into the hull of the FT-17 on the opposite side, bringing up the dust around the FT-17 tank, and the powerful force pushed the hull of the French light tank to tremble.

The flames of the explosion had not yet broken through the iron plate of the tank, but the tank had already burst open. The turret was pushed several meters into the air by the explosion, and all the Polish soldiers around it were swept to the ground by the blast wave - and then the terrible sound of the explosion could be heard through the distance.

"Hit! Andrey! Well done...... Bowman, get moving, move on!!," Wren cheered loudly, and then gave the order. The No. 113 Leopard roared again, emitting a puff of black smoke and continuing to sprint forward.

The voice of Clarke, the mechanic, was heard in the headset: "Oh my God, there are Poles everywhere! I'm going to fire!" and then the guide machine gun in front of it spewed out tongues of fire, sweeping the Polish soldiers in front of them to the ground: "Oh my God......! I...... Kill ten! No, at least twenty!"

"Andrey, watch for two o'clock! There's a TF-17 tank over there! Be careful! There's infantry on the side! Bowman! Don't slow down! They want to lean over!" Wren looked back and forth with his face on the periscope, and he looked through the narrow gap as he saw that his tank was surrounded by Polish soldiers, densely packed everywhere.

For a moment, Wren's face turned pale, his breathing began to become rapid, his vision began to distort, and his mind began to flash one fragment after another of horror.

He picked up his pistol and shot one man after another with his hands tied behind his back, until he ran out of bullets in his magazine, he stumbled out of the dimly lit door with an empty pistol, and an officer read out a passage that made him vomit with a blank face in his notebook......

"Wren!" Suddenly, a voice exploded in his ears.