What is this? Killing with great momentum, only to retreat like this? Marcus was speechless in shock for a moment as he watched the huge flames and the scene of the Soviet tank being ignited and exploding in the tank. He was ready to fight to the death here, but found himself fighting desperately, and in the Air Force pilots, it was like a joke.

A Stuka 2 attack aircraft circled in the sky, then swooped down sharply, and opened heavy fire on the positions of the Soviet tanks that had not yet dispersed the smoke of gunpowder. Before the smoke cleared, another huge explosion came, and Wren even lifted the hatch of his tank and looked at the flag spread on the top of the tank in a daze.

If it weren't for the fact that this flag played its due role at the critical time, it is estimated that he would have been burned by the flames by now, and there would not be a single bone left, right? The progress of the times is changing warfare, and that kind of fierce collision will become less and less common with the innovation of weapons.

Just as Wren was silently lamenting the change of times, a Soviet Stalin tank burst out of the smoke, and the engine compartment of this tank was still burning with fire, and the whole tank was like a burning beast, screaming, while rushing madly in Wren's direction.

However, the tank still could not escape the fate of being destroyed, and as the fire scorched, the oil and fuel tank container around the engine exploded, blowing the dying Soviet tank into a pile of scrap metal. Two other Soviet tanks escaped because they were too far from the Stuka 2 attack plane.

The two Soviet tanks had lost their momentum and were reversing frantically, trying to escape back into the woods from which they had set off. The smoke from the explosions of other Soviet tanks obscured some of the sight, and the Stuka 2 bomber did not continue to attack, but hovered over the battlefield like vultures, as if trying to get some gains before heading back.

"Boom!" Wren was looking at the battlefield in a daze, and Marcus was cursing, but Andrei was not idle, he had already aimed at a Soviet T-34 tank that could be aimed at and was not obscured by thick smoke, and now it was just in time to blast out and complete another attack of his own.

The shell hit the front armor plate of the T-34 tank, penetrating it and killing the people inside, but it did not cause a martyrdom, and the tank was paralyzed in place, unable to move, as if it had lost its life.

"All tanks, move forward! We drive the Soviets out of the forest, and then set up a defensive line with our backs to the forest! Tank 111, you take the lead...... I'm the commander of the 1st Company, Wren, the grenadiers behind, we're going to move on and cover our rear!" Wren pressed the throat intercom, loudly contacting his troops and rearranging the attack.

"There should be no more Soviets tanks in the woods, they should have just rushed out. Andre said to Wren as he adjusted his turret slightly.

"They almost killed Marcus just now!So I have to kill them all!It's as simple as that!" Wren said to Andre on the intercom, and then he looked at Bruce on the side: "Bruce, load armor-piercing shells!2 Platoon tanks, guard the left flank, don't let go of any suspicious targets!"

"Understood!" The 2nd platoon immediately began to carry out Wren's order, and the two Tiger tanks began to turn their turrets to the left, and the remaining two tanks followed Wren's flank, slowly driving into the woods.

The 2nd Platoon, the tank that had just been hit, according to Wren's cover order, stopped next to Marcus's Tiger tank, and was responsible for covering the No. 112 tank with the broken track, and held out until the maintenance team arrived here. The remaining 8 tanks began to pass over the wreckage of the Soviet tanks that were still burning.

"Wren! Damn it! You're just leaving me to attack on your own? It's not fair! What's the point of us working so desperately? Those pilots can just fly over and drop two bombs to kill all the enemy tanks that we were able to destroy at risk! What else is the point of our existence?" Marcus yelled in his headset, seemingly unhappy that Wren had left him to launch a new attack.

"Of course it makes sense! we fight ours, they fight theirs, that's what we're here for!" Wren said to Marcus while observing the movement around him, "Also, I'm going to kill Wolf and end that nightmare, isn't that what we're for?"

"Who knows if Wolf is still alive! Maybe that guy was killed by our bombers, maybe that guy was killed by our attack planes, maybe he was already dead! Yes! He was already dead!" Marcus said Wolfe with some fear, and his tone was a little unnatural.

"No, Marcus, I know he's alive, you know. He's alive, he must be alive!" Wren gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

In front of the hull of the Tiger tank, Alice, the electromechanical officer in charge of controlling the radio, adjusted the channel, she heard the conversation between Wren and Marcus just now, she didn't know how powerful that Wolf was, and she could make her feel that the most powerful Wren was so jealous. She clenched the machine gun in her hand and thought viciously: No matter how good you are, can't the machine gun shatter your body?

The German tank broke a small sapling and rushed into the not-so-dense woodland, where Soviet soldiers were fleeing and some oil drums and other things were scattered around. Not far away, tank No. 114 hit a Soviet truck with one shot, lifting the whole car up. With explosions and machine-gun fire, German tanks easily stormed the Soviet camp.

"They were retreating before we came in! They're running fast!" Alice reported to Wren loudly while firing heavily with her MG42 machine gun, "On the left! There's a Soviet defensive position over there, and the machine guns are firing! I can't reach it! Damn!"

These Soviet soldiers were not veterans of the first time on the battlefield, and when they came to this ambush in the woods, they did not think that they would be routed by the Germans, so the entire camp was not ready to move immediately when the Soviet tanks charged.

However, after all, these Soviet soldiers were the elite of Rokossovsky who fought all the way from the central battlefield, and after seeing the German attack planes coming to the battlefield, they immediately realized that the situation was not good, so they began to prepare to retreat in a panic. So the really valuable trucks and equipment like tankers, most of which have already left, leaving only some covering infantry, and a few unlucky cars that did not leave in time.

"Leave it to me!" On the other side, the German tank No. 115 had already aimed its turret course machine gun at the machine gun position that was constantly spraying tongues of fire, and the MG42 machine gun opened fire, drowning the poor Soviet machine gun position in a cloud of white smoke.

The Soviet machine gunner had his head shattered by the dense bullets, and the secondary shooter had also been beaten into a sieve, and the barrel cooling barrel of the water-cooled Maxim heavy machine gun had been punched by the bullets several holes, and the water used for cooling was flowing out, because it was still firing fiercely just now, and now the water that flowed out was warm and steaming in the cold air.

Several unarmed Soviet soldiers turned and fled, only to be shot through their backs by an oncoming bullet before they could take a few steps, and they fell face to the ground, buried in the snow like a puddle of mud. And not far from these people, more Soviet infantry was fleeing from their positions, towards the other side of the woods, frantically fleeing.

Several commanders of the German army were startled by the frantic attack of the Soviet tanks just now, and naturally they would not let go of this opportunity for revenge, and they used machine guns to strafe the fleeing crowd, as if playing a game, the Soviet soldiers fell one after another, and many of them knelt on the ground and raised their hands, still bloody and bloody by the flying bullets.

While German tanks were slaughtering Soviet infantry, in a corner of the woods, a Soviet Stalin tank painted in white camouflage was slowly adjusting its turret angle. The tank had just escaped back into a pothole in the smoke, got stuck in the dirt and extinguished its fire, because it was afraid that the Germans would find out about starting the tank, so it had to hide there and wait and see what happened, but the German tank showed its vulnerable flanks and gave it a great opportunity.

"Boom!" Wren was directing the tanks to chase down the Soviet troops who were in a frontal rout, but he was caught off guard by the fact that his right flank No. 115 tank was suddenly hit and burned, and he looked through his periscope in the direction of the No. 115 explosion, and found that there was a fire and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Wren, Wren, 115 hit, 115 hit!" the commander of tank 114 shouted in his headset, and the smoke obscured his vision, he couldn't see what was going on, and he didn't know where the enemy attack was coming from.

"Damn! The smoke is so thick that I can't see which direction the attack is coming from, don't panic! It could be an anti-tank mine, release smoke! Release smoke! The left flank stops advancing! Stop chasing those Soviets. Wren ordered the entire panzer company to release smoke while looking at the direction of the explosion of tank No. 115, and he did not find the enemy, which made him feel very uneasy.

"Aim the front of the car in the direction of 2 o'clock and slowly shrink the formation!" Wren gave the order, took off his headphones, reopened his hatch, and jumped out of the tank. He hid his body behind the turret, watching suspiciously in the distance.