Persistence is sometimes victory, and meeting on a narrow road is naturally the victory of the brave, anyway, there are a lot of messy slogans that make people rely on spiritual strength to defeat a strong enemy in a desperate time - but unfortunately no one tells you that if an infantry encounters a King Tiger tank on a narrow road, how brave it must be to win......

Wren was in a very bad situation now, because he had to delay as much time as possible to cover the retreat of the Imperial Division, which had almost 10,000 men left, and he also had to try his best to survive because he didn't want to die. So Wren is trying to find a way to survive, and the best way to ensure his survival on the battlefield is to kill as many enemies as possible.

"Marcus! watch your left flank! There are a lot of Stalin tanks on your side, they may have to concentrate on killing you first!" Wren swayed slightly from side to side with the bumps in the tank, and observed the situation around the battlefield with a periscope. There were some Stalin tanks that were firing non-stop and firing cold shots, which was a problem he had observed a few minutes earlier.

The aiming accuracy of the sight of the Stalin tank is more than a little worse than that of the King Tiger tank, which is also a key technical direction of the King Tiger tank. After all, in order to compromise the gyroscope and aiming adjustment system, the King Tiger deigned to use the 88mm cannon of the Tiger tank, which shows that this sighting system has brought a leap forward in the design innovation of the King Tiger tank.

The Germans finally found a way to make the sight durable, accurate and easy to use. This is also the reason why Wren's tank was hit by a 122 mm cannon, and he could still drive the King Tiger tank to continue the fight. Every component of the King Tiger is reliable and durable, which gives it many chances of surviving on the battlefield.

Moreover, the King Tiger tank has a lot more ammunition than the Tiger tank, which also gives Wren more durable combat ability, if he was driving a Tiger tank at this time, he can only retreat backwards with all ammunition and food.

With the passage of time, the absolute inferiority of the German tanks finally became apparent, although the wreckage of Soviet tanks burned everywhere on the vast plains, but the 4 tanks of the 502 heavy tank destroyer battalion headquarters were finally destroyed by Stalin's tanks.

The huge explosion and the billowing smoke also helped Wren to do them a small favor, because the Soviets temporarily stopped firing because they could not aim at the two remaining King Tiger tanks, and it happened that the King Tiger tanks could no longer aim at them.

So these Soviet tanks seized the time to continue the attack, hoping to close the distance between themselves and the two German tanks. At the same moment, Wren and Marcus's tanks were retreating at full speed, eventually converging up with Tank 03, the battalion headquarters that was covering them.

It's a pity that the 3 tanks are facing absolutely more than 30 Soviet tanks, and these tanks are not targets parked on the side of the road, so it is definitely an impossible task for Wren to kill all these Soviet tanks.

On the other hand, the two crews of Rennes and Marcus were men and not gods after all, and as the battle continued, as the tense nerves gradually began to affect the movement of the body, the German tanks finally had problems such as missing shells.

They could no longer aim at the fragile viewing window of the Stalin tank or at some of the armored joints, so sometimes even if they hit the Soviet tank, it was inevitable that the Stalin tank would ricochet due to its good bulletproof appearance.

The shells of the No. 03 Tiger tank were also about to bottom out, and the trembling voice of Commander No. 03 could be heard in Wren's headphones, he probably never imagined that there would be a day when the enemy would have more tanks than the Germans. Wren loudly comforted the commander of Tank 03 and asked him to cover the right side of his tank with the remaining ammunition.

"Don't panic! Our reinforcements will arrive soon! It's impossible for a clash of this magnitude not to alarm the friendly forces around us! Just hold on a little longer, and we'll be able to repel these damn Soviets!" Wren comforted his comrades as he wiped his sweaty palms from his clothes.

"How many tanks have we destroyed? 20, 30?" Bruce asked aloud, looking at the armor-piercing shells in the dwindling ammunition box. He couldn't see what was going on outside, but he hadn't encountered such a huge consumption of ammunition since the Battle of the Pass in France.

Even the last time they abandoned the King Tiger tank, they only fired less than 40 shells at full capacity. And now, the King Tiger tank, which has a lot more ammunition reserves than the Tiger tank, has a very small amount of ammunition left. So he wanted to know what a terrible battlefield it was out there, and how many terrible enemies they were facing.

No one answered Bruce's words, which made him look even more anxious. Andrei was concentrating on his next target, and the pace of his fire was now a little out of order, and several shells failed to destroy the target, which further disrupted his state of mind. But he was a mature soldier and would adjust his current state, so this shell still hit his target, destroying a Stalin tank that tried to fire first.

"Armor-piercing bullets!" Andre shouted at Bruce as he removed his eyes from the sight. Marcus, however, pulled out a grenade and stuffed it into the barrel. As the grenade was stuffed into the barrel of the gun, Bruce's voice followed: "I'm sorry! Let's make a few rounds with a grenade! There are not many armor-piercing shells!"

So Andrei stopped talking, took a casual aim and fired this shell, which hit the side of a Soviet tank, and the splash of dirt made the Soviet tank tremble for a moment, and then as if realizing that it had not been penetrated, the Soviet tank continued to move forward, but at a much slower pace.

"Grenades?" Wolf sneered, pulling the ugly scar on his face, his ghost-like face twisted into a strange look, but this was indeed Wolf's laugh: "Keep attacking! They're running out of ammo! Since you idiots don't have the ability to destroy him, help me get some chance of victory!"

"Wolf, our losses are too great! It would be very unwise for us to continue on the offensive...... You're going to be court-martialed!" Wolf's headset was clearly the original commander of the tanks complaining loudly. But Wolf ignored the voice, he just watched with interest at the King Tiger tank that was constantly engulfed in black smoke in the distance, but continued to fire.

"It's my enemy, it seems that no one but me can take your life! Interesting! It's really interesting!" Wolf muttered in a low voice, and then gave a new order to his tank crew: "Follow behind Tank 51, aim at that Tank 113, and open fire when you have the chance...... You don't have to ask me. ”

In the distance across from him, Wren was also staring at the Soviet tanks that had been pursued at close range. The support he was hoping for had not yet arrived, and the current situation was extremely unfavorable for the Germans. If the distance had been tighter, the Soviet tanks would have been able to increase their accuracy a little more, and he and Marcus would have been in a much more precarious position -- which was obviously not good news.

"I have 4 more armor-piercing rounds!Captain Wren!" At this time, the voice of the commander of tank 03 came from his headset: "Hurry up and retreat! I'll stay behind to cover you! Damn, why haven't reinforcements arrived yet?"

Suddenly, a large-caliber howitzer fell on the open space behind the Soviet tank, and the huge explosion made the black smoke rise several stories high, and then immediately after the second shell fell to the ground, the explosion set off the wreckage of a Soviet tank, and the third shell landed closer to the Soviet troops, then the fourth, then the fifth.

The few tanks at the back of the Soviet tank line were hit by falling shells seconds later, leaving flying rubble and rising dust everywhere. Wren narrowed his eyes, his ears filled with Marcus's hysterical howl of joy: "Frederick bazookas! It's Frederick bastards! Those bastard artillerymen finally remembered what they were supposed to do!damn it!¥%@#......"

Wren's tense mood also relaxed a little, after this round of shelling, the remaining tanks of the Soviets were estimated to be retreating, after all, this level of losses is not something that a force can bear. As long as the commander of the other side is not a complete madman, then he will definitely give the order to retreat.

"Boom!" As if to answer Wren's thoughts, an armor-piercing shell from the Soviets hit the Tiger tank next to the King Tiger tank, so that the German troops, who had not yet recovered from the joy of this round of shelling, returned to reality, and the tracks and load wheels of the Tiger tank shattered to the ground, apparently paralyzed here.

"Loading armor-piercing shells...... Captain Wren...... If you survive, help me take care of my wife and son...... I can't walk anymore, I'm injured in the leg, my driver and mechanic are killed, so I'm not going to leave this tank either. It's an honor to work alongside you. Long live Führer Accardo Rudolph!"

Tiger 03 fired an armor-piercing round, unfortunately missing any targets, and then the paralyzed Tiger was hit by several shells fired by Soviet tanks, drowning in a sea of explosions and fire. Wren's headphones suddenly became a little clearer.