81_81266Just as Wittmann and his crew destroyed the 5th armored vehicle they had killed today, the M3LEE tank, which had been obscured by smoke in the distance, finally bypassed the burning wreckage and aimed at the monster-like Tiger tank.

"Bang!" the British fired their first shell of the day, but the pitiful 47mm shell did not penetrate the armor behind the Tiger. The shell hit the basket behind the turret of the Tiger tank, hitting a spare load wheel tied to the basket, sending the wheel flying far away, but it did not hurt the Tiger tank in the slightest.

The slight vibrations from behind the hull were clearly transmitted to Wittman's seat, and he knew that the British had finally reacted, and now the real challenge had just begun, and the time had come to test their crew's skills.

Despite his young age, Wittmann was in charge of driving German armored reconnaissance vehicles during the Battle of Poland, and achieved an astonishing record of single-handedly defeating 500 Polish defenders. Later, in the battle of invading France, he was transferred to the No. 3 assault gun unit as an excellent commander, and he destroyed 3 French tanks along the way. After that, he was assigned to the Leopard tank unit, and became the second tank ace of the German tank force in one fell swoop.

Rather than rushing back to fight back against the tanks that the British were chasing them, Wittman continued to maintain his current posture and continue to slaughter the chaotic armored vehicles and cars.

One after another, British cars and armored vehicles were blown up and damaged, and the M3 not far away finally fired a second shot, and the shells flew directly to the Tiger tank, but they still failed to penetrate the armor of the Tiger tank, and the shell left a shocking scar on the side of the turret of the Tiger tank, and it was bounced into the sky because of the angle.

Because of the angle, the figure of the Tiger was once again obscured by the smoke from the wrecked vehicle, and the poor M3 tank behind it was forced to move forward again, and it had to drive past the wreckage of the vehicles that had exploded and smoked before it could continue to aim at the hateful German tank.

"Drive, drive!" roared the British tank commander in frustration. He very much wanted to know why the planes of the RAF were inferior to those of the Germans, and why the tanks he bought from the Americans were not as good as the tanks of the Germans.

But he knew that now was not the time to complain, the distance between the two tanks had been widened, and based on the shell in front of him, he had to get closer to open the gun before his own 47 mm cannon could pose a threat to the German tanks.

At his command, his tank started again, passing over the smoke-emitting wreckage of the car on the side, but the German tank was still nowhere to be seen. Because an armored car on the side was also burning, the view was still covered by thick smoke.

As a last resort, the tank continued to move forward, passing over the burning armored vehicles, and what he saw was still the wreckage and smoke.

"Oh my God, how many of our vehicles did they destroy?" the gun commander, whose eyes never took off the scope, couldn't help but sigh.

"Shut up, keep going, don't slow down and stop until you catch up with the German tanks!" the commander yelled angrily.

Just in front of the British tanks, Wittmann's tank destroyed another armored vehicle of the British, in such a short period of twenty minutes, Wittmann has destroyed 23 tanks and 10 cars and 11 armored vehicles, the number of tanks destroyed is equal to the record set by Wren in the Battle of Pass, and more armored vehicles and cars have been destroyed.

Wittmann noticed that the rows of British armored vehicles were no longer visible, and he knew that he had killed the British camp, but it seemed that there was still a long way to go before safety.

"Mr. Driver! Turn on the spot! Don't turn to the left, turn to the right! Gun commander, guard the left side of the road, there should be tanks on their right side!" Wittman commanded loudly: "Armor-piercing shells continue to be loaded!"

Sure enough, the 75mm hull gun of the M3LEE tank, which had missed the Tiger at the beginning, fired the most threatening shell, hitting the frontal armor of the Tiger turret.

Wittmann felt that he had been punched in the eyes leaning on the commander's periscope, and the entire Tiger tank shook violently, and everyone knew that they had been hit, but fortunately, their tank had the thickest armor in the world, and it was not pierced by this shell.

"Boom!" the Tiger spewed out flames of revenge, and the shells pierced through the air and flew towards the American tank that was hiding on the sidelines. Originally, one was in service in the United States, the other was fighting for Germany, and two tanks that were not supposed to meet met met on British soil, and the winner was immediately divided in the most brutal way.

If the Tiger tank's 88mm gun could not penetrate the M3's armor at this distance, the German artillery experts would have hanged themselves. Effortlessly, the Wittman crew made their 24th kill of the day, completely breaking the record for the Battle of Pass.

"Reverse! aim straight ahead, there should be a tank there!" Wittman commanded loudly, his appearance was a little funny now, because the violent impact had given him two dark circles like a panda, and the skin on one of his brow bones seemed to be cracked, and blood was pouring all over his cheeks.

The Tiger began to reverse sharply, leaving behind the chaotic British armoured units and retreating towards where it had just started. And in that burning smoke, the M3 tank, which had been chasing Germany, rushed out of the smoke and saw its own enemy.

"Damn! Damn!" As soon as the smoke came out, the British commander saw from his periscope the muzzle of the black hole of the Tiger tank aimed at him in the distance, and he only had time to curse this sentence when he saw a dazzling flame erupting from the muzzle of the opponent's gun.

The tank that followed him was as if it had been punched hard by a giant, and the violent tremor and the sound of steel breaking and tearing made his ears ache. There were crumbling pieces of iron and blazing air everywhere, and then he didn't know anything.

Looking at the exploding British tank in the distance, Wittman finally breathed a sigh of relief: "What the hell am I! The next time I see Wren and Caryus, tell them to call me the tank god of war!"

His artillery commander grabbed the hat from his head, threw it at his feet, and shouted: "Who the hell will remember the battle of Rennes Pass? Our battle in the woods is the world's number one tank battle!"

"Damn! Damn! Damn! How many tanks did we destroy?20 or 30?" asked the gunner excitedly, and although no one paid any attention to him, he still smiled brightly.

"Mr. Driver, keep reversing! The British may catch up!" Wittman gave the order to retreat loudly, and then he changed the channel and contacted the commander of the armored reconnaissance vehicle who was waiting behind him stupidly and didn't know what was going on: "Hey! Man, I'm going to the British lair, you won't believe how many British tanks I destroyed, 25 of them! A whole 25 of them! I'll wait for someone to confirm my results in a while! Haha!"

"Are you saying that there is at least one regiment of British tanks there? Are you crazy? You dare to rush in so many Britons?" In the headset, the commander of the armored car looked a little angry and shouted: "Next time, remember to tell me in advance, I will call someone to collect your body!"

"Get off the road!" the British may fight back. Contact the air force to bomb the woods, but before bombing, it is better to let the scouts go and see, the British will not stupidly wait for death......" Wittmann's tanks retreated to their starting point, and the German armored reconnaissance vehicles did not wait stupidly on the road, they hid on the other side of the road, behind a bush.

Of course, the British would not be stupid enough to wait for the German planes to arrive, and naturally they did not have the courage to attack the beach with German armored forces. The courage that was finally trained from the two No. 3 tanks was beaten by a German Tiger tank. Leaving behind the wreckage of 25 tanks, 11 armoured vehicles, 10 cars, seven or eight empty oil drums, and more than 20 tents, they fled out of the horrible grove.

Now they finally knew why the French government-in-exile had talked about the German tanks, now they knew at last why the general named Charles de Gaulle had repeatedly stressed the importance of German panzers, and now they knew that the Battle of the Pass was not the disadvantage of the French panzers - and now these British panzers became the new laughing stock until the unlucky ones appeared.

General Rundstedt landed on British soil on the afternoon of that day, and he became the first general in a hundred years to challenge British hegemony among European powers. In terms of this achievement, he even surpassed Napoleon, which made him very happy.

However, he was even more encouraged by the good news that the Germans had routed the only British armoured force near the landing site, and had succeeded in extending the defensive line by 5 kilometers. The units of the German 5th Light Panzer Division had already begun to threaten Great Yarmouth, southeast of the landing site, while the main 2nd Panzer Division was advancing towards Norwich.

"General, we have another hero. After the adjutant introduced the battle situation, he smiled and pointed to the report and said: "In a nameless jungle, Second Lieutenant Mitchell Wittman, the second tank ace, destroyed 25 British tanks alone, surpassing the record set by Wren Harder in the Battle of Pass. ”

"We live in an era of heroes...... "Rundstedt sighed with his hands behind his back after hearing the news, "If you don't work hard, people won't remember unknown people like you and me......

Long Ling, thank you for your support and love! You are my heroes!