What is a veteran? There may be a thousand answers to this question for every soldier, but at the end of March 1939, veterans in the German army had a unique measure. This criterion is that after seeing the corpses lying on the side of the road and the bloody wounded in the field hospital, the soldiers who still have the courage to go to the battlefield and continue to fight and fight better and harder are called veterans.

Wren scoffed at this standard, his standard is very simple, that is, to live as best he can, and to live and still live after killing all the enemies alive, that is the veteran. So he didn't squint at the tank, staring ahead and letting his body sway slightly with the bumps of the tank.

On either side of his tank were hundreds of corpses frozen into clumps of ice waiting to be buried, and in the corners of the town were field hospitals filled with screams and moans. However, Wren had long been accustomed to these scenes, because what he had learned in school was to find ways to create the most brutal images.

One by one, the Tiger tanks drove along the road, and they stopped behind the buildings at the entrance of the village, where they could already clearly hear the sound of artillery fire from the front line, and they could also see two mortars hidden in the corner, shelling the enemy's positions one after the other according to the order.

On one side of the two mortars, there was a barrel truck, and behind this small car, there was also a two-wheeled trailer loaded with mortar ammunition and some shovels and other miscellaneous items. Several artillerymen were opening a new ammunition box and lining up the mortar shells inside along the shoulder of the road on the ground.

"I'm glad you brought the tank with you, Captain Wren. The enemy had 4 large-caliber anti-tank guns, which destroyed one of our Leopard tanks in the early hours of the morning, and a No. 3 assault gun, repelling our attack. A grenadier company commander came over, stood next to Rennes' tank, and said to Rennes, who was sitting in the turret of the tank with half of his body exposed.

Wren did not move in his position, pointing in the direction of the enemy's position, and asked: "How many Soviet infantry are there on the position, and where are the positions of the 4 anti-tank guns?"

"An anti-tank gun was destroyed by us while it was moving, and the rest hid in the original bunker and did not dare to come out. The company commander pointed in the general direction: "There is one door left on the left flank, and one on the right side at about 1 o'clock and one at 2 o'clock." ”

"Alright, everyone, launch the tanks! Mission: Cover the infantry advance for battle! I go in the middle, 112 you cover my left flank, 111 you cover my right flank! Tanks No. 114 and 115 on both flanks are loaded with armor-piercing shells to guard the opposing tanks. Let's go!" After hearing the words of the infantry company commander, Wren did not hesitate, directly pressed the throat intercom, and issued an offensive task: "There is an anti-tank gun on the left flank! Marcus, I'll leave it to you...... There are two anti-tank guns on the right flank, you and I will deal with No. 111!"

The Tiger tanks started one after the other, and after a puff of black smoke from the tail exhaust pipe, these steel behemoths began to move, and the heavy tracks began to move backwards one by one, and the thick barrels pointed in the direction of the enemy, majestically bypassing the wreckage of the buildings that obscured the view.

"Phew!" Before Wren could reach out and clasp his captain's hatch onto his shield, a bullet struck him, splashing a spark. He frowned, then casually fastened his hatch cover, and pressed his eyes to the commander's periscope, observing the situation in the narrow gap.

"Andre, do you see that bush on the right? Pay attention to keep the speed of the car, we are followed by the grenadiers. Wren pressed the throat intercom and ordered his gun commander to deal with the most threatening target.

"Okay! stop!" Within two seconds of Bowman's stop, Andre adjusted the angle of his gun and aimed it at the hapless target. With a loud bang, a ball of dazzling flames erupted from the barrel of the Tiger tank, and a grenade hit its target accurately, exploding in the bushes.

Fragments of ammunition were scattered around like a storm, destroying everything that stood in its way with great kinetic energy, whether it was the shields of artillery or the bodies of poor Soviet Red Army soldiers. And the anti-tank gun, which was also badly damaged in this huge explosion, turned into a useless pile of scrap metal.

Just when Wren's tank slaughtered the exposed anti-tank gun, Marcus's side also fought cleanly, and a shell accurately hit the poor anti-tank gun, and the surrounding Soviet soldiers also suffered heavy casualties in an instant, losing any ability to resist.

Bullets rained down on the German tanks, crackling like popping beans, and one of the hapless grenadiers fell to the ground screaming after being hit in the knee by a stray bullet. More grenadiers hid behind the tanks, cautiously and slowly, jumping into the trenches and beginning to break through the defenses of the Soviet soldiers little by little.

Tank No. 111 was not polite at all, and a shell hit the position of the Soviet anti-tank gun in the distance, splashing a piece of dirt, and this shot was a little off, so Tank No. 111 had to make up for another shot. This time it hit the target right again, and the poor Soviet army's three 76 mm anti-tank guns were not able to continue their efforts in the face of the Tiger tank.

Not far to the left of a burning Leopard tank on the battlefield, the wreckage of a No. 3 assault gun, which had been blown up and fell apart, was still billowing with smoke. The German tanks bypassed the poor friendly corpses and advanced deeper into the Soviet positions. And the grenadiers, who were followed by German tanks, had already occupied large areas of Soviet positions.

The soldiers of the Soviet Red Army, who were hiding in the trenches, endured the terrible panic caused by the tracks of the Tiger tanks running over their heads. Finally, the tanks crossed their trenches, and before they could rejoice, they were strafed by the German grenadiers who followed them.

Bullets rained down on the trenches, beating the poor young men inside into a sieve. Most of these Soviet soldiers were recruits with little actual combat experience, and they had no power to fight back against the elite grenadiers of Army G. The positions of the Soviet troops were torn apart little by little, and the gaps were getting bigger and bigger, and they were gradually having a tendency to collapse.

However, the commander of the Soviet army obviously did not want to give up his defense line so easily, and it was also possible that he knew that once the rout was formed, he would lose more troops than he would die in battle, so the Soviet commander had not given the order to retreat until now, but allowed his troops in the defense line to break through and struggle desperately under the attack of the German army.

Suddenly, from the other side of a small dirt bag and fence wall, a Soviet tank drove up to position and, as soon as it came up, opened fire, hitting a shell on the frontal armor of a German Tiger tank.

The shell hit the upper armor of the Tiger tank's frontal hull, but it did not penetrate, like a small pebble, and easily flew out and rolled down on the ground in the distance, frightening a Soviet soldier who was observing not far away.

It's no wonder that such a fatal blow was easily defused by the Tiger tank, this Soviet tank that was killed halfway was a T-26 tank that had long been outdated, so it was impossible to cause any trouble to the rough-skinned Tiger. The gun commander of tank No. 115, who was in charge of covering, sneered, and then opened fire decisively, adding another record to himself.

The Tiger shells were used to hit the T-26 tank with a bit of a fuss, and the shells were very clean and clean through the T-26 tank - penetrating the armor from the front, then penetrating the crew inside, destroying the tank's ammunition compartment, and then penetrating the engine compartment and exiting the tail.

There was no suspense that the T-26 tank exploded, and then the entire tank was torn to pieces of scrap metal by the huge force of the explosion. At this time, another T-26 tank was killed from the back of this Soviet tank, and it seems that the Soviet troops stationed here really have no decent equipment.

So the No. 114 tank, which had not caught up with the record just now, seized its opportunity and destroyed the poor T-26 tank with one shot, adding some more to his record. The German tanks continued to advance, and then destroyed several more Soviet tanks and armored vehicles from behind the wreckage of the two Soviet tanks.

This time the Soviet defense line began to really waver, and some Soviet soldiers who were stubbornly defending the line began to jump out of the foxholes and trenches and flee backwards, and the advantage on the battlefield, which was not obvious just now, immediately evolved into a one-sided massacre. The course machine guns of the German tanks opened fire without hesitation, shooting tracer bullets and ordinary bullets into the bodies of Soviet soldiers.

"These Soviets were all new recruits, they had no combat experience at all, they didn't know how powerful our tanks really were. Marcus said in his headphones: "The methods of combat are too naïve, and they have not been trained much. ”

"This is a reserve division, there is no combat effectiveness. Wren looked at the heading machine gun on his tank, and the tracer bullets fired knocked one Soviet soldier after another into a sieve, and confirmed with Marcus: "It's obvious that they are delaying our offensive and buying time for the real line of defense behind." ”

"Seal their escape path with fire, leave the capture of the prisoners to the grenadiers, we will stop the attack in the woods on the other side, and wipe out all the enemies in that woodland!" Wren ordered coldly—

Soldiers, soldiers of the Third Reich, march with the tanks of the Third Reich!