"No problem, as long as you don't let me be idle. Marcus's voice echoed in the headphones: "I really want to know why every time this kind of **** task, we do it." ”

"I don't know, maybe it's really like General Guderian said, because we're the best. The crew of tank No. 114 said with a smile.

"Because we've outlived the others, we're complaining about something!okay?, Mr. Marcus. Wren said helplessly as he pressed the throat intercom.

His words silenced Marcus for a moment, but it didn't take long for the No. 114 tank to come with a nervous message: "Company commander! I think you should come and take a look! We might be in trouble......"

"Stop and rest! Stay on guard!" Wren gave the order, then took off his headphones, jumped out of the tank with his weapon, and rushed towards Tank 114 a few hundred meters ahead.

When he arrived at Tank No. 114, he found that about a few kilometers in front of the road, a lot of fire could be faintly seen, and there could be no friendly troops in such a place, so it was only the Soviets who were retreating or attacking backwards.

"It's not easy for us to judge at this distance, so I'll go get closer and investigate. Wren jumped on tank No. 114 and then explained the task on the radio on tank No. 114: "All the tanks assemble and leave the road to set up defenses in the low places on the side of the road." Everything will be talked about when I get back. ”

Armed with his assault rifle, he cautiously approached his target along the road, as it was not wise to traverse the wilderness at such a time, as deadly mines could be buried in the unknown location. Even though he walked on the edge of the road, he was still cautious, trying not to touch dangerous places that looked suspicious.

When he reached out and slowly brushed away the dead branches of a bush, a Soviet army camp was already in sight. By the light of the fire, he saw the Soviets gathering around a campfire, holding their weapons to keep warm. Farther away, a number of tents had been erected, and it seemed that there were at least 300 men in this force, and they had just marched in and stationed there.

The soldiers were very tired, and Wren saw many people yawning frequently, and it seemed that they had also arrived here from a long way away, and because of the exhaustion they finally stopped here, intending to rest here and continue on their way.

They're going to the railroad bridge, too! There's only one destination on this road. Wren narrowed his eyes, thinking in his heart that the Soviets must have learned about the German occupation of the railway bridge, so they were able to mobilize troops and plan to flank the German defenders near the bridge in front and rear.

Since everyone's destination is the same and destined for a fight, Wren doesn't mind coming to such an early encounter. He gently let go of the bush branch he was holding in his hand, and then moved his body to retreat out of the dangerous range.

When he returned to where he had started, he found his company in a field by the side of the road. Several commanders gathered together, waiting for news from Wren when he returned.

"About 300 infantrymen, who lack heavy weapons, should have the same destination as we did, except that they were probably ordered to retake the bridge. As soon as Wren came back, he concisely explained the current situation, and then pointed to the local map and said to a few comrades-in-arms around him: "Two plans, one is to break through head-on, kill these Soviets and then move on, the disadvantage is that time is not good for us now, it is too dark, and the effect of the night battle is definitely not very good." ”

He paused at this point, and then continued: "The second option is simpler, we drive directly from the road with a tank, disguise ourselves as the Soviets' own tank, and drive over with a swagger. ”

"I think the second option is feasible. Even if they found us, they would not send people to chase us, and we would not waste any time, so we crossed them and directly supported the bridgehead position. Marcus nodded, agreeing with Wren's second plan.

Wren glanced at Marcus, then nodded, motioned for everyone to start their tanks, and then turned back to his own Tiger 13. Marcus suddenly turned his head, looked at Wren and asked, "You didn't kill a few Soviets?"

Hearing this question, Wren was stunned for a moment, then he turned around, looked at Marcus, and explained: "I didn't do it, I was afraid of startling the snake, not for any other reason. ”

Marcus smiled, then without saying anything, walked over to his own 112 tank. Wren was no longer entangled, and climbed into his own tank, and the remaining five tanks of the 1st Company started again and began to continue to run forward along the road.

Five tanks speeding down the road is obviously not a thing that can be concealed, not to mention the 300-strong Soviet camp not far away, which is only a few meters away from the road. Some Soviet people with guns on their backs saw vehicles coming not far away, and watched curiously as each other approached little by little.

After all, this is the Forte of the Soviet Army, and those who dare to blatantly light a fire here for warmth, or dare to blatantly drive on the road here, will definitely not be the enemy's troops - this kind of thinking makes the Soviet soldiers standing guard not think much about it at all, they just wait for these "friendly" tanks to approach, and then go forward to say hello.

As for the hateful shadow of the German special forces, which ran rampant throughout the day during the day, swaggering and disrupting the Soviet troops, the Soviets have not yet figured out whether it is their own people who are messing up, or whether there are really people who maliciously spread chaos.

As the minutes ticked by, Wren leaned against the hatch of the tank, his hand in the turret pressed against his assault rifle, and watched the Soviet camp getting closer and closer. The turret was pointed to the side of the tank, the machine-gun bullets had been loaded into the chamber, and everyone waited intently, waiting for the raging burst after the coming silence.

"That doesn't look like our tank!" a Soviet soldier frowned and then looked at the German tanks in the distance, softly alerting his companions, then squinting his eyes to carefully identify the suspicious vehicles that were approaching quickly.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and many Soviet soldiers ran out of their tents to watch the excitement, and some soldiers stood by the fire, looking blankly into the distance. Many people want to see Soviet tanks, after all, it is a very bold thing to see your own armored units on the road. They walked to the side of the road and stood in a dense straight line, making noise while watching the tanks approach.

"What a bunch of rookies! After a year of fighting, I still don't know how I can live longer!" Marcus muttered in his headphones, and then Wren saw the Soviet sentry at the head shouting as he pulled the Mosin Nagant rifle from his back.

"Germans! It's a German tank!" the soldier reminded his companion loudly while picking up his gun, and his shout immediately made the Soviet soldiers who were ready to see the excitement panic, and many people wanted to leave the side of the road, but at this time, the No. 114 tank led by the Germans had already rushed past the side of the sentry Soviet troops, followed by the second tank, the one with the number 112 painted on the turret, and also rushed quickly.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" Without making the Soviets wait long, the German coaxial machine gun roared, and the tracer bullets were bright and dazzling in the darkness of the night, and a Soviet soldier turned to run, but was hit by the bullet from behind, and fell to the ground with a scream.

Wren pulled his assault rifle out of his hatch and aimed it at the hordes of Soviet soldiers by the light of the fire, and with a flick of the trigger, the bullet flew exactly at the target, leaving a fist-sized hole in the target. The five tanks did not mean to stop at all, they just drove along the road like that, and they smashed a complex Soviet camp into ruins, and the 111 tank that followed behind even fired two grenades, making the entire Soviet camp even worse.

As if hitting a moving target, Wren's two bullets fired one by one, accurately eliminating those Soviet soldiers who had even forgotten to fight back, in Wren's eyes, these improvised patchwork, Soviet peasants with no combat experience were no different from cannon fodder, except for wasting the enemy's bullets, they were useless on the battlefield.

Efficient, rhythmic slaughter, that's what Wren is doing now, he runs out of bullets in the magazine, then neatly unloads his magazine, then pulls out another magazine full of bullets, installs it smoothly, pulls the bolt to get ready, and then pulls the trigger to continue firing.

The sound of his guns was like a bright piece of music, beautiful and beautiful. It's like the melody of death, reaping the lives of the enemy in the midst of beauty. With that short "rush" one after another, the Soviet soldiers on the opposite side fell to the ground one after another.

After about a few tens of seconds of one-sided slaughter, the Soviet Red Army finally fired the first shot back, which hit the front of the tank's turret and did nothing but leave a mark on the already tattered paint.

Wren didn't even dodge, he just tried to keep his body as straight as he could on the shaking tank, and killed as many soldiers as he could with his weapon in hand. The Soviets had collapsed, many of them were fleeing away from the road, and some were starting to shoot back with their weapons – but they were few and far between, and they didn't really make a difference.