"Boom!" the Leopard tank once again erupted in flames, and another French tank was beaten to the ground, and the entire tank exploded, and the smoke from the explosion even blocked the view of the tanks behind.

The French tanks were not standing and being beaten, they were also frantically fighting back. Soon Wren's tank was hit by another shell, which hit the tail of the tank directly, breaking a section of the exhaust pipe behind the Leopard.

"Holy, Andrey! Keep firing. I'll see what happened to Clark. Wren pushed his hatch and said to Andre beside him, and then he braved the fire to get out of his tank, and that's when he realized what had become of his tank.

The shells knocked off everything that hung on the outside of the tank, and the guide wheel on the right front had fallen to the side. The track on the right side had also fallen to the ground a long time ago, like a twisted snake without life. Just a few dozen centimeters away from the armor of the turret in his tank, the shallow crater from a cannon fire was so shocking.

Wren didn't hesitate, quickly jumped out of the turret of his tank, came to the cockpit of the mechanical, and tried hard to open the hatch that should be tightened, but he only used a little force, and the entire hatch fell off.

Taking a closer look at the hatch in his hand, Wren stood there in a daze, when suddenly a bullet hit the edge of the hatch he was holding in his hand in a daze, and bounced out with a crisp sound. Wren looked at the bullets that had been bounced out in some amazement, and then threw the hatch aside.

He bent down and poked his face into the cockpit of the tank's mechanics, where he found that there was already blood all over the place. The shell pierced the armor plate from the side and embedded it in the armor steel plate on the side. However, the shell only shattered the nearby steel, creating a very sharp piece of broken iron.

The flying shrapnel hit Clark in the head and chest, where it bounced several times before flying to the back, piercing Wren's trouser leg and hitting Andre in the shoulder.

However, it was clear that Clark was hopeless, and from his bleeding wound, it was easy to tell that he was dead. It is consoling that he was not alone when he died, and dozens of French tankmen buried him. He also deserved to die, because, as the Panzer anthem sang, he had at least a coffin of steel at the moment of his final departure.

"Bowman, get out of here! there's nothing left for you. Wren shouted, "The tank has lost its ability to move, and it won't be useful for you to stay here." ”

"Boom!" a tank shell exploded next to it, splashing up a cloud of dirt, Wren ignored it, and continued to ask Bowman in a loud voice: "Bowman! ”

"Captain, I'm here because it's my car! I don't want to leave my trusty partner at the last minute. Bowman smiled and replied loudly, "Go away, Wren, you're the one of us who should leave." ”

Wren shook his head, knowing that his men were a bunch of crazy people, so he didn't try to persuade him anymore and went back to his captain's cabin door. No sooner had his head entered the turret than he was about to reach for the closed handrail of the hatch when a French shell struck his captain's hatch, sending the entire hatch flying far, far away.

Glancing at his left hand, he was glad in his heart, after all, this hand was almost leaving him. Now he didn't have to cover any more hatches, so he shouted the order, "Keep firing! Keep firing for me!"

Bruce, who was bare-chested and shiny with sweat on his tendons, gritted his teeth and continued to stuff a cannonball into the chamber, realizing that his hands were shaking terribly. I don't know if it's because of fear or because of the excessive adrenaline, but he's shaking all over now anyway.

"Boom!" the Leopard tank fired again, the hull let out a slight tremble, and the shell whistled and flew towards the front armor plate of the opposite French tank, and then easily penetrated there, directly breaking the driver inside in two, and breaking one of the leg bones of the rear commander, and continued to fly to the rear until it hit the gasoline engine, and then stopped. However, at this time, the French tank also shattered due to the explosion of the gasoline engine, turning into a pile of parts and rolling in all directions.

Wren knew that they were creating a myth of Zào, and they were writing an unsurpassable myth for the later German armored troops, and in just 40 minutes, they actually destroyed 19 French B1 tanks and Soma S35 tanks, and also destroyed 3 armored vehicles - a feat that many tank crews could not complete until they were destroyed.

Even more frighteningly, the record continued to climb, and they broke their own record again almost every two minutes, and soon they were destroying the 20th French tank of the day, and then the 21st.

They took advantage of the favorable terrain to destroy the opponent's tanks to form roadblocks, forcing the opponent's tanks to fight with them in a single number or a small number, giving full play to the performance advantages of the Leopard tank in armor and vitality, and creating a brilliant tank combat record.

In every sense of the word, this is a myth, so it's not that Wren doesn't know how to be humble. This is a myth of tank warfare that can single-handedly challenge the entire 21 tanks of France with one tank, and this is a myth that has been repeatedly studied by later generations into the classic examples of tank warfare, and it is a myth of a 21-0 record.

If it had been Wren before, he would have rejoiced, cheering that he would have survived and that he would have been able to continue killing. But when he found that his hands were stained with the blood of Clarke, the mechanic, he couldn't laugh out loud. He didn't know why, and seemed a little annoyed, and this feeling was very delicate for him, because he hadn't felt it this way in a long time in the past few years.

Under the influence of this chagrin, he continued to order Andrei to open fire, he wanted to avenge the German grenadiers who were lying on the beds of the field hospital and died in agony, and he wanted to avenge the mechanical and electrical officer Clarke, whose body had not yet cooled down.

So he had to kill, keep killing. Use killing to make up for the panic in your heart, use killing to heal those bloody wounds, use killing to strengthen your faith, and use killing to prove that you are still alive.

Alive! Yes, alive! Wren's originally somewhat sloppy gaze suddenly became firm, he looked at Andre on the side, and ordered loudly: "2 o'clock! Rotate the turret! Destroy that B1 tank...... Bowman, give it a try, if the body can still move, turn to the right. ”

"Boom!" A French shell hit the front armor of the Leopard tank, finally piercing the steel plate that had been holding on for a long time, and hit the gearbox inside. The Leopard tank lost power and could no longer move its position.

"Wren! I can't help it. Bowman said loudly as he looked at the smoking machine, what he didn't say was that a lever that had been pushed out with great force had almost shattered his head.

"Boom!" Andrey's cannon fired back, but it didn't hit any target, because of the huge shock, the tank's scope error was already very huge, and now he could no longer rely on the scope to hit the target, he could only rely on his own feelings.

He adjusted the turret slightly, then opened fire again, firing his 39th shell of the day, one shot hitting the French tank on the opposite side. Soon he could no longer shoot with experience, as a French shell hit the front armor of the Leopard's turret, less than five centimeters from the scope, and the fatal blow completely destroyed Andrei's artillery sight, making it impossible for him to fire another shot.

Andrei hit the scope with his head and began to bleed because of the huge shock, he leaned back in his chair, gasped for breath, and then said to Wren on the side: "I'm sorry...... I...... I did my best. Now we can't do anything. ”

Bruce was also unemployed because Andre had lost his scope, and he sat on the shell storage rack, which was missing most of the shells, gasping for breath and unable to utter a word. But from the look in his eyes, it can be seen that he has put life and death out of the way.

Andrei was already wounded, and Bruce was almost exhausted, and Bowman in front only had a P-38 pistol to defend himself, and now Wren was the only one left in the entire tank who still maintained his combat effectiveness. And as a tank commander, his combat ability is much higher than that of ordinary infantrymen.

Removing an MP-44 assault rifle from the turret, Wren looked at the two crew members who had lost their combat capability, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled confidently again: "You have completed the mission! ”

He glanced at the bullets in the drum, then reloaded the gun, then pulled the bolt and continued, "As for me, I still want to keep fighting, I can't let Clark die here in vain, can I?"

"Wren, we did our best! Even if you go out, you won't change anything. Andrei closed his eyes and said, "It's my honor to meet you." ”

"It's been a pleasure to work with you. Wren smiled, and then prepared to climb out, pulling the handrail with his hand, and said, "But I will hold on until the last moment, and I will do everything I can to protect you from being able to live!"

"What if...... That's what it is...... Our ...... Later, that'...... Also a very ...... Wonderful ending. Bruce gasped.