The tracks of the tank pushed through the bushes, and the snow on them was shaken to the ground, and then it was rolled up by the tracks, mixed with black dirt, and thrown aside. The rumbling of the engine was accompanied by the clatter of broken branches. When German tanks appeared on the battlefield, they seemed to have a hint of unstoppable domineering.

As he crossed the bushes, Wren got into the tank and pulled on the hatch of the tank. There was a very purging command from the headset, and he was in charge of the left flank of the entire attack force, so his artillery was also slightly biased to the left.

"Clark, I've got you covered. The anti-tank guns of the opposing side were spotted and immediately reported their position. Bowman, slightly accelerated, ready to stop at any moment. Watch out for the branches around you so they don't break our radio antennas. Wren commanded loudly.

He saw in his periscope the wrecked armored car, parked in an open field, alone with smoke emitting it. Around the wreckage of this armored car, the bodies of several German servicemen who had already died were also poured.

"Bruce, reload the high-explosive shells. Wren thought for a moment, then added an order: "Andrey, do you see the bush on your left? I suspect there is an anti-tank gun there." If you see it, just fire. ”

"Okay. Andrei replied, and the turret began to move to the left little by little with his answer, and the gears made a nice click.

Soon the Belgian defenders' machine-gun positions opened fire, but this time they did not achieve the same spectacular results as the last time. After knocking out one infantryman, this exposed machine-gun position was suppressed by the guided machine gun of tank No. 114 on the front.

Tracer bullets dragged the pillar of light towards the machine-gun position, sending the dirt flying, and the place was soon covered in splashes of black dirt and snow, but judging by the sound of gunfire, the machine-gun position was already muted.

"Medic!" it seemed that the unlucky guy who had been knocked down just now could still be saved, and a soldier shouted loudly to the medic who followed behind. However, the Belgian infantry was still firing around, and the scene was very chaotic with bullets hitting the ground and the hull of the tank.

"Boom!" a Belgian anti-tank gun fired. The shell hit the front armor plate of the No. 114 tank, which was the first to be hit, and it refracted at a beautiful angle and burst into a spark. Although the distance is not too far, the anti-tank guns equipped by the Belgian army are still small guns of less than 50 mm caliber, which are enough to deal with P-2 tanks, but they are a little weak to deal with Leopard tanks.

"Boom!" Tank 114, which had found its target, opened fire very decisively, and the shells flew into the bushes, bringing up broken branches of dirt and plants. Of course, along with the shield of an anti-tank gun and the mutilated bodies of two soldiers, flew up together.

"I hit it! In the headset, the commander of tank 114 was shouting happily, but there were still many Belgian soldiers around, who were moving quickly in the improvised trenches, and then kept attacking the German tanks that had already been close to them.

"Boom!" another cannon fired, but Wren couldn't find the location of the gun through the commander's periscope. The shell hit the Leopard tank in the head in an instant. Once again, the shells flew out of the heavy armor of the Leopard tank. This time, the Panther's armor showed its toughness, as the invulnerable Leopard drove into the Belgian defenders' trenches and crushed two crying Belgian soldiers.

"Did you find the artillery?" Wren lay on the periscope and kept searching, hoping to find the hidden Belgian anti-tank gun through the clues. However, due to his vision and the splashes of dirt around him, he couldn't find the hidden cannon.

"Damn, I can't see anything on the left, they're shooting wildly, it's too chaotic there. Andrei complained loudly.

"Turn left, Bowman! Let's drive over and see!" Wren ordered loudly, "Clark, keep shooting." As soon as his order was over, his tank was hit by a shell, and the body shook violently, but everyone knew that it was not a feeling of being penetrated.

"Still haven't found it yet?" Wren asked aloud, frowning.

"No, but the cannon is on our side. Andrei replied hunched over the scope. The Leopard tank has a very excellent optical sighting system, which ensures hitting targets the size of a tank at a distance of 1000 meters. However, the current distance is only a few tens of meters, and it does not give full play to the aiming advantage of the Leopard tank.

"Andrey, shoot the bushes in front of us with a machine gun, and fire while turning the turret!" Wren had to use the clumsiest of methods to find this cleverly hidden anti-tank gun.

Tracer bullets alternately flew into the bushes, snapping some of the branches. Although it could not be heard from inside the tank, there was obviously nothing to block the bullet from penetrating where there was no artillery. If a bullet hits the shield of an anti-tank gun, it will splash sparks, and ricochets that can be seen at a glance - especially tracer bullets - will be more pronounced.

Sure enough, a volley of bullets passed through the bushes, and in the middle there were several noticeable changes in the trajectory of the ballistics. Andrei was not polite, and fired a shot. Wren's car shook, and he saw through the periscope that the shells had hit their targets, and bodies were scattered everywhere.

"Company commander, I took out the anti-tank gun on the left side. Wren breathed a sigh of relief and said into the intercom. Clark was machine-gunning at the target in front of him, and there were several Belgian infantrymen in charge of cover near the anti-tank gun, who tried to escape, but were beaten into a sieve by Clark.

The German grenadiers who followed rushed up, they opened heavy fire with the G43 in their hands, and a G42 erected in the back also roared, and the Belgian defenders, who had lost their heavy firepower, began to retreat, but the German soldiers did not intend to let these people leave here lightly.

"Boom!" a grenade hit the ground, and a huge crater immediately appeared in the originally white snow. Tank No. 112 rushed through the defensive positions on the flank of the Belgian defenders and opened heavy fire on the fleeing crowd. More than a dozen Belgian defenders were knocked to the ground, and one even had half of his head with a steel helmet knocked off the ground.

"Bowman! Speed up! Can't let them run. Wren commanded loudly. His tank immediately began to accelerate, crossing the bush in front of it and running over the Belgian anti-tank gun, which had been broken into parts. Dozens of Belgian soldiers raised their hands in fright, watching in horror as the tank with the number 113 painted on the turret ran over the bushes.

The battlefield soon fell silent, and the Belgian defenders who fled numbered about six or seven men, most of whom surrendered and were captured. The battlefield was cleaned and dozens of bodies of Belgian servicemen were found. It seems that a company of soldiers from the Belgian army was stationed here, more than 100 people.

Soon two off-road vehicles from the regimental headquarters drove over and interrogated the Belgian soldiers. Then the battalion commander came over and asked Carter about the specifics of the battle just now. Carter called in Wren and Marcus and other commanders, and carefully explained the battle just now.

"The other party is a veteran and has a strong combat ability. The anti-tank guns were very sophisticated, but apparently they did not have a complete defense system and did not have heavy fire support. Wren pointed to the map to describe the location of the anti-tank guns, and then concluded: "They seem to be undermanned. ”

The battalion commander nodded, then put away the map, glanced at Wren, and asked Carter with a smile: "Isn't it a lot of pressure to have such excellent subordinates?"

"Rennes is a good commander, there's no doubt about that. Carter said with a smile: "But no matter how good he is, he is still a soldier brought out by my Carter." ”

The battalion commander smiled loudly and pointed to the troops of the Wehrmacht's 1st Armored Division, which was moving forward in the distance: "The order from above, in order to ensure that the troops can suddenly rush out of the Ardennes Valley, each unit is responsible for half of the distance. It's just half way through now, and you've already fought for them. ”

"Very honored. Wren said with a smile and scratching his head.

"You can't make a fire for dinner, you can only eat canned food and compressed biscuits. The battalion commander patted Wren on the shoulder and signaled encouragement. Then while walking back to his armored command car, he said with a smile: "Rest will be allowed in the middle of the night, don't catch a cold." ”

After sending off the battalion commander, several people prepared to return to their respective crews, only to meet the unlucky panzergrenadier who had just been hit on the battlefield. He lay on the stretcher and groaned, bullets passing through his shoulders and shattering his shoulder blades. The medic estimated that he might have to amputate his entire arm to save his life: the good news is that he is alive and may not have to go to war again, and the bad news is that he may have to have someone else help tie his shoes for the rest of his life.

"Do you think it's cruel?" Marcus asked a blank Wren with a smile.

"Are there any poor people you killed?" Wren knew that there was no one else around at this time. At least when Marcus is so sensational, there won't be anyone around.

"It's much more pitiful than those people, I usually shoot and don't drag mud and water. Marcus said ostentatiously: "He may be useless in this life." ”

"So you can only get average grades. Wren glanced at Marcus, "At least he survived, lost an arm, and was much luckier than those who died here." In addition, I will tell you a secret, before I kill someone, I usually have to fight for a long time......"

In Marcus's frightened eyes, Wren yawned and walked to the mottled 113 tank.

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