While Accardo and his staff were discussing how to deal with Italy's defection, a Tiger tank was rushing towards several Soviet tanks on the front line.

Its pitch-black barrel was aimed at a Soviet T-34 tank that was slamming into the position, and then suddenly a ball of flame erupted from the barrel, and an armor-piercing shell slammed into the Soviet tank's armor plate.

A huge explosion swelled from inside the Soviet T-34 tank, then lifted off the tank's turret, preventing the tank from moving on. However, just on the side of this T-34 tank, another Soviet T-34 tank drove out and continued to move towards the flank of this Tiger tank.

"Oh my God, there are too many of them!" the driver inside the Tiger grumbled loudly as he reversed, while the mechanics were firing his machine guns around him.

"Boom!" The barrel once again erupted with huge flames, and a shell hit the Stalin tank that was firing at the distance without stopping, but because of the distance, the deadly 88 mm caliber shell was fired out by the front armor plate of the Stalin tank.

"Hell, didn't penetrate the opponent's armor!didn't penetrate!load!load!reload!reload quickly!" the gun commander looked away from the scope, and shouted loudly for his loader to hurry up and reload new shells.

A shell in the distance struck in a straight line, struck the corner of the Tiger tank's heavy frontal armor, and then, with great inertia, was ejected into the sky. The terrible impact knocked the paint off the tank's armor and some of the gadgets hanging from it, and the whole tank shook with the shell a few times.

"Oh my God, we've been hit!" shouted the loader, pale with fright.

"Shut up! Keep loading, we haven't been penetrated yet! Gun commander, destroy that Stalin tank! or we'll be all done!" The commander frowned and ordered the gun commander: "Destroy that Stalin tank with sudden cold arrows first!" Be careful of the T-34 tanks around you. ”

"Boom!" the artillery commander was not idle, he decisively fired another shell of his own. The barrel of the gun, which was painted with white circles on it, once again erupted in flames, and the shell shone like a ray of light at the Stalin tank in the distance.

This time, the new tungsten alloy shell pierced the front armor plate of the Stalin tank, leaving a fist-sized black hole in the heavy steel. Then the Stalin tank slowed down its advance and finally stopped in front of a stone.

Flames erupted from the cracks in the tank, and the driver and commander were twisted out of the tank. They let out terrifying screams as they slapped the flames on their bodies, and even if they couldn't hear the sound, you could tell from their movements how painful they were.

"Boom!" This time it was not the Tiger tank that fired, but the Soviet T-34 tank, which had gone around to the side, fired a shot, and this shell hit the side armor of the Tiger tank, penetrating the armor at once and burrowing into the internal compartment of the Tiger tank.

The torrent of broken armor and the bounce caused by the shrapnel force not completely disappeared caused the entire cabin of the Tiger tank to spark. The fortified fortress immediately turned into a fragile cage, and the shamprapnel penetrated the loader closest to the bullet hole in one fell swoop, and then easily knocked the gun commander's head off.

Blood was splattering everywhere, the temperature in the air was starting to rise sharply, and everyone knew that the fuel might have been ignited, so as long as there was still breath, it was time to think about escaping from this steel coffin.

Unfortunately, the shrapnel not only killed the loader and the gunner, but also knocked one of the commander's calves, and the driver was lying in his seat vomiting blood blisters, and only the electromechanical man, who was furthest from the place where he was shot, was lucky not to be injured.

At this time, he was the only one who could get away with it, so he didn't hesitate to lift the hatch of his cockpit, and the commander was struggling to get up from his position, and the others were silent.

The mechanics in front of him had just poked his head out of the cabin when he was hit by a flying bullet, and then the hapless guy just sat back in his seat, except that the bottom half of his head remained.

The temperature has reached a certain level, and the diesel fuel with a high ignition point has been burning, and the flames have escaped, and the tank is now in danger of exploding at any time. The lame commander touched the Iron Cross hanging from his collar with his hand, smiled and closed his eyes.

The huge explosion began, and the turret of the Tiger tank was also too high into the air by this indestructible energy, and then it fell vertically, and landed right on the hull of the tank, but the position was slightly offset, so the state of the whole tank was like a person whose neck had been broken.

In the distance of this tank, there is also a burning Tiger tank, the broken figures on the turret are still faintly visible, and the G written on the front of the hull indicates that this tank belongs to a certain armored unit of Army G. But now it has been decommissioned, because it was hit by a shell, and several of the load wheels of this tank flew out far, far away.

Farther away, two Tiger tanks were scrapped in the field, both destroyed by the enemy, with some charred corpses around their hulls. Apparently the crew, like the burnt Soviet tankmen, was set on fire before they could jump out of the tank, and they did not survive, leaving only an ugly shell.

Counting the Tiger tank at the farthest distance, an ace armored company was annihilated in the retreating field. The frantic attack of the Soviet army made it difficult for the Germans to parry, and many troops paid a heavy price. Some of the main forces had to be broken apart to fill the holes in some of the heavy losses, and in the event of a defeat, these armored units would be completely lost.

This tank company was ordered to cover the retreat of 1 regiment of grenadiers in the vicinity, and was eventually lost here, and they consumed almost 40 elite tanks of the 1st Guards Front, the main force of the Soviet Union, before they were annihilated. These tanks are not the KV-1 and the outdated T-26, but the real T-34 and Stalin tanks.

On these few square kilometers alone, the wreckage of 45 tanks was hoarded, including cars and armored vehicles killed by German aircraft, and the wreckage of at least 100 vehicles of various equipment within a radius of ten kilometers, burning steel everywhere, and scrapped machinery everywhere.

The Germans had already lost 9 Leopard tanks in the vicinity, an armored battalion was forced to abandon its positions because of these losses, and the total number of Guderian's armored forces was rapidly declining...... Of course, Zhukov, opposite him, lost a little more armored troops.

An armored regiment of the 1st Panzer Division of the Wehrmacht had been forced to retreat due to too many losses, and the 14th SS Panzer Division, which had been temporarily assigned to Guderian, also suffered heavy losses in the battle and had to return to Army Group N to await replenishment - in other words, now two Panzer Divisions in Guderian's hands had been forced to retreat, at least at the beginning of the Battle of Kursk, when his Army Group G was suppressed by enemy Panzer forces.

Both Guderian and Zhukov were under tremendous psychological pressure, and they both had the most elite troops in their respective countries at their disposal. In order to build this elite force, both the Soviet Union and Germany have invested unimaginable manpower and material resources, and these investments are now flowing away, and everything seems to be disappearing.

You must know that on the German side, many of the lost tank crews are ace crews that have destroyed more than ten enemy tanks, and the German army has paid countless efforts just to cultivate these elite armored units. But now, these trump cards are being lost at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, and whoever they are is replaced will vomit three liters of blood......

Many of the lost crews Guderian had met and even awarded medals himself, and he knew the captains of these crews, and many of them had lunch or dinner with them. Many were veterans who had followed him all the way from France, who had survived countless days and nights of fighting, but had lost their precious lives here.

Everyone knows that such a heavy loss is too distressing, but apart from Army Group G, the most elite unit of the German armored forces, which unit can stop such a huge Soviet armored force from moving south? Even if there is such a unit, wouldn't it be a pity to lose it here?

Moreover, you must know that Zhukov on the other side is now even more collapsed, and his main forces to the south are the last cards of the Soviet Union, and these troops are all the most trustworthy super main forces of the Soviet Union. Now these thousands of tanks are being lost at a rate of hundreds per day, and in less than a month, the hopes of the Soviet Union will be lost. But God knows how far he Zhukov will have to go from Kharkov and Stalingrad in a month's time.

Sitting in a jeep with American aid, Zhukov looked at the burning Stalin tanks on the plains, and he knew that those were the munitions that the entire Soviet Union had tightened its belts to save for him. And now, all he could do was pass through the ruins of steel and continue to move towards his goal.

God knows how long this war, which drains the last drop of blood, will be fought, God knows how long the largest tank battle in the history of mankind will be fought, and God knows who will win this battle and who will fall at the last minute.

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