Three tanks moved forward in a slightly faded fog, followed by several armored vehicles and dozens of SS infantrymen who had already jumped out of the armored vehicles. Even with half of his body exposed, Wren could feel the loud roar of the engine inside the tank.

The houses in the distant hamlet could already be faintly seen, with SS soldiers holding machine guns on a low wall by the side of the road, followed by the sound of bolts pulling. Wren, knowing that they were very close to the Polish lines, had to get into the turret of his tank and close the hatch.

"Clark, search for a target in front of you, and if you find something, fire immediately. He commanded as he closed the hatch.

"Boom!" As soon as Wren's order was given, he felt a slight shake of his chariot, and he knew that a tank was firing, but it was not his own car that was firing: "Andrey! Steady! Has anyone spotted the target? Car No. 2! Marcus! What happened? Are you firing? Answer quickly!"

"Shhh...... Hiss...... Car No. 3...... You...... What the?...... I can't hear ......" Marcus replied intermittently through the headphones: "1...... Open...... Hell!"

"Fire...... Fire!" another voice shouted at the same time, and it appeared that Carter, the commander of car No. 1, was giving them orders.

"! Car No. 1 fired! Bowman! Reversed!" Wren got up from his seat and scrambled to open the hatch above his head: "Car No. 2! Shoot smoke grenades! Cover our retreat!"

"Smoke ...... I fired!" Car No. 2's answer was a little more coherent: "Fire!"

"Boom!" because the hatch happened to be opened, Wren heard the loud sound of the cannon outside, fortunately he was still wearing headphones, otherwise he probably wouldn't have heard anything by now, but the dust kicked up by the air currents still made him have to retreat back into the tank turret, close the hatch and yell: "Hell." ”

"Stop!Bowman!stop!I'll say it again!stop!bastard!," Wren yelled and cursed, and finally he felt his tank stop, and pushed open the hatch again, and got out.

Picking up the binoculars hanging from his chest, he took a closer look at the small village in front of him, and found that there were more than a dozen Polish defenders in retreat, and next to those Poles, a French Renault FT-17 tank was slowly reversing.

"Andrey, at 11 o'clock! Do you see those infantrymen? Don't aim, shoot the grenades out!" Seeing the enemy tank, he didn't dare to be careless, and quickly pressed the throat sounder and ordered loudly: "Bruce! armor-piercing shells! Load! Hurry!

He felt the turret of his tank slowly turn with his orders, and the cannon in front of the turret was pointing in the direction he needed, and at this time, Wren noticed that the smoke from car No. 2 was wafting over, and Yan zhòng was affecting his vision.

Not far in front of his tank, car No. 1 was reversing, knocking down the roadside fence in a panic and then tilting headlong into the roadside ditch.

"Boom!" Wren felt his tank shake violently, and he was shaken by the shock because he didn't hold on to the handles, and the back of his head hit the hatch behind him, and the pain followed, stimulating his brain. Anyway, his tank fired, and the shells didn't know where they flew.

"Damn!" he covered his head, got into the turret and tightened the handrail, and pointed to Andrei beside him: "Aim and shoot! The target is a Polish tank!

"Boom!" Car No. 2 fired again, and a house in the village collapsed, kicking up even thicker black smoke, apparently Car No. 2 did not find its target at all, and there did not know whether it was for his own courage or to vent his anger, and fired at a building.

"Boom!" Tank No. 1 also fired, but the shell really didn't know where it flew, because the angle of the No. 1 car was towering over the barrel, and according to common sense, it couldn't hit anything at that angle.

At this time, Wren felt that the turret of his tank had adjusted its position slightly, so he subconsciously let his palm grip on the armrest in the car clench tighter.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and this time Wren saw the tail of the tank gun in the turret recoil deeply, and the brakes were pressed to the shortest position, followed by a tremor of the entire tank. He quickly put his eyes in front of the commander's periscope, and just in time to see about two or three meters to the left of the French-made Renault tank in the distance, mud and sewage rising into the sky.

Obviously, the shot missed the target, but Wren saw a Polish tanker jump out of his tank and ran backwards in panic, and within two seconds, another member of the tank also came out and ran away with a Polish infantryman behind him.

The German machine guns finally rang out, and Wren got out of the tank and turned around, and saw some infantry rushing past his own tanks and into the small village with flames and smoke, and after a while, an armored car also drove over, and the machine guns on the armored car continued to spray flames.

"Forward!" Wren ordered his driver by pressing the throat sounder, "Drive over! Load armor-piercing shells! Alert the direction of 11 o'clock! Clarke! Cover the infantry!"

After about 1 second, the No. 113 tank under his command started up, made a roaring sound, and ran over the village, and the No. 112 tank, which was constantly spraying smoke, also stopped panicking and followed the No. 113 tank all the way into the village.

"Car No. 2! Car No. 2! do you hear me?" Wren asked over the intercom.

Finally waited for the response he wanted: "I am...... No. 2 ...... , car No. 1...... I saw them tumble into the ditch. ”

I don't know what happened, but Wren noticed that his communication equipment suddenly became a little better, so he pressed the intercom and said: "There is an abandoned Polish tank in the farmland about 900 meters from 11 o'clock! French Renault FT-17, I want to go over and have a look! You go back to No. 1 and see if you can help!"

"No. 2...... Got it!!

"Tutu, Tutu, Tutu!" The tank's forward machine gun suddenly fired, followed by the excited shouts of Clarke, the electromechanical officer in the headset: "Pole! I hit him!"

"Left front!" Driver Bowman's voice then rang out: "They're firing at us! Left front! They're shooting at us! Cover me! I'm reversing!!" he said, stopping the tank.

"See the direction of ten o'clock? Andrey! Point the coaxial machine gun there! Go up as far as you can! There's a machine gun position on the second floor!" Wren used the commander's periscope to look at the left front for about twenty seconds before finding the Polish machine gun position that was pouring ammunition at them.

It was a two-story church across from the village square, and the roof of the church had partially collapsed, knocked down by a cannonball that had just hit the house from Marcus. And next door to this church is the unfortunate building that has been completely destroyed.

And his tank also began to reverse and adjust its position and angle. At this time, an SS soldier who was relying on their tank as a cover was exposed by their reversing vehicle, was hit by a Polish bullet and fell to the side of the road.

"Bah!" the German infantry began to return fire, and a shot hit a Polish soldier who poked his head out of the upper floor, and the Polish soldier fell in agony, then hung on the side of the second-floor window, and the rifle hung around his neck, dangling back and forth in mid-air.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" Wren kept staring at the machine gun position with the commander's periscope, he knew that the coaxial machine gun of his tank had fired, and the target position was instantly covered by the flying debris and dust, but the tracer bullets with a straight line of light still kept burrowing into the smoke and dust, and the machine gun position of the Polish army was suppressed by the fire of the tank, and there was no sound for a while.

"Ceasefire!Andrey!ceasefire!" Wren toed Andre in the back before shouting a loud order. After about two seconds, the tank machine gun fell silent, and the German infantry crossed the tank, rushed through the small square in front and climbed to the second floor of the church, where five bodies of Polish defenders were found.

With the rumbling of engines, Wren's No. 113 came to a halt in the field behind the church, next to the abandoned French Renault FT-17 tank, surrounded by seven or eight SS infantrymen.

Wren pushed open the hatch of the tank, took off the headset and hung it on the hook next to it, jumped out of his tank, he saw the crater on the ground that had been shot by his tank, and walked over to take a closer look at the FT-17 tank.

The track on one side of the French tank broke, and the broken track was covered with rust, I don't know if it was in disrepair or because what was splashed by Rennes' shells did hit it.

A German soldier sitting on a Renault tank engine had a mockery on his face: "We are also fighting for the first time, and you are also the first time." But do you mean that you will only shoot at the sky?"

Wren pointed to the tank behind him, the bullet holes in the tank's fenders and the bullet marks on the front armor plate, squinted his eyes and did not speak. He knew that he had suppressed the machine-gun position, forced the opponent to abandon a tank, and killed about six or seven Polish soldiers, which was already a very proud achievement compared to the No. 1 and No. 2 cars behind.