"We've been hit! We've been hit!" Bruce shouted. Just now, a shell hit the front armor plate of the No. 113 Leopard tank, and the entire tank trembled, and the short and restless knocking sound made everyone in the tank twitch inexplicably in their hearts.

"Calm down! We haven't been pierced! We haven't been pierced!" Gun Andrei reminded everyone in the car loudly, and at this time, Wren was leaning out of the tank, staring at the Polish tank that was constantly firing on the opposite side.

After a while, he got back into the turret of the tank, pointed to the right and said: "On our right, you can see three Polish tanks, two tanks on the left, and an outdated armored car. ”

"Turn the turret, fire at the tank on the right! They are trying to get close to us. Wren ordered Andrei.

With the roar of machinery, the turret of the Leopard tank began to rotate to the right, and soon stopped in one position, and the coaxial machine gun fired a few shots, and then Andrei loudly reported: "I found the target!"

"Boom!" A 75 mm armor-piercing shell flew out of the muzzle and rushed to its target at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and a Polish Renault tank was pierced through the body by the shell, and instantly turned into a cloud of jumping flames.

"Oh my God! Reverse now! Another tank is aiming at us! Hurry up and reverse!" Andrei saw another tank in the scope, and the black hole of the tank was facing him.

"Fire, fire!" Wren shouted, "Don't wait for my instructions!

"Boom!" the Leopard opened fire again, and as the shells fired, just a moment later, the tanks opposite them exploded, turning into a twisted pile of scrap metal. Wren grabbed the handrail on the car hard, laughed and praised: "Well done! Andrey! Two tanks!"

......

Melodious music echoed in the palatial banquet hall, and men in aristocratic dresses stopped in front of the ladies with red wine or champagne, politely discussing topics of interest to everyone.

It was the Führer's birthday party, and the venue was so peaceful and warm, and the sound of the cello accompanied by the aroma of food made it seem that this was a country that had declared war with several world powers at the same time.

"The Führer has arrived! the Führer's wife has arrived!" the chamberlain opened the door at the door, and everyone turned in the direction of the gate, where Accardo was led into the hall by the arms of Mercedes and with a smile on his face.

Seeing the figure of Accardo, whether it was the once invincible Junker aristocracy, or the monopoly plutocracy with a lot of money, whether it was the emerging heavy industry capitalists, or the military tycoons who commanded an army, they all stood up straight, "clicked" the heels of their leather shoes, raised their right arm, and stretched out to the sky at a 45-degree angle, performing a standard German salute.

"Long live the Führer!" shouted all in unison.

"Long live Big Germany!" Accardo waved his hand to signal them to withdraw their courtesy, and then, with a confident smile on his face, he said: "You are welcome to my birthday party, I didn't want to waste it so much, but Mr. Bosch is willing to pay for everyone to come here for a gathering, so I will have a cheeky face to eat." ”

"Hahahaha. All the high-class celebrities and noble gentlemen who had come to the Führer's birthday ball burst into laughter.

"Everyone must have a good time today! Otherwise, the two of us will not be well entertained! Just now, my dear Führer told me that if I have no tasks or work tonight, I must not get drunk and not go home!" Mercedes wore a special black evening gown, revealing her sexy shoulders and back, beautiful and impressive, she snuggled up to Accardo's side, and said with a smile.

"If you don't get drunk, you won't return!" everyone raised their glasses and loudly responded to the Führer's wife's suggestion.

......

"Bruce, hurry up and reload! This is the 7th car!" Andrei excitedly shouted over the intercom, "Oh my God! The smoke from the burning wreckage of the enemy tank obscured my vision, and I couldn't find my target." ”

"Tank 124 hit! Tank 124 hit!" came the voice of Company Commander Carter in the headphones, his voice was a little distorted because he was so panicked: "Oh my God! Tank 114! Can you see our tank? Tank 124 is smoking. ”

"Boom!" Wren's tank opened fire again, but the shell hit the clearing, kicking up a cloud of black dirt. More than two dozen destroyed Polish tanks were smoking in the wilderness, and this smoke was dispersed by the wind, and the aiming was affected by the strict zhòng, and the hit rate of the German tanks began to decline.

"114, 115, cover the hit 124 tank!Wren!Marcus! Advance 200 meters!Build a new line!" After a while, Carter's loud command came from the headset.

"Are the Polish tank crews crazy? They have already lost dozens of tanks, why don't they retreat?" Markus's complaint made everyone feel a little uneasy, but dozens of Leopard tanks still formed an overwhelming advantage on the front, and the Polish tanks had surrounded the lone German armored force on three sides, but there was nothing they could do about this piece of fat that was about to reach their mouths.

"Andrey, Polish tank on the left!Left!" Wren patted Andrei on the shoulder and ordered loudly: "Bowman, move forward slowly! We need to push the line forward a bit! We have guys shot! We need cover." ”

"We need cover too!" Bruce complained loudly, "In this case, you still want us to move forward?

"Shut up, Clarke, watch out for the infantry behind the Polish tanks! We don't have time to deal with them, I'll leave it to you." Andrei shouted loudly as he aimed.

"Where did they get so many tanks?" said Clarke, aiming his machine gun at the infantrymen, firing as he fired, "I'm running out of ammunition!

Opposite them, on a small hillside, two more Polish tanks rushed up, followed by countless Polish infantry.

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"Thank you, Mr. Bosch, for helping my husband Zhang Luo with this ball, I think it is an important step in repairing the relationship between the Führer and the aristocracy and the chaebol. I thank you on behalf of the Führer. Cheers!" Mercedes said generously, after saying this, she raised the red wine glass in her hand, signaled the toast, and then put it on the delicate red lips and took a small sip, I don't know if it was because of the color of the red wine, or for some other reason, the lips looked even redder.

"Where, where. That's what I'm supposed to do!" Bosch laughed and said, with the outbreak of war, Germany's demand for synthetic rubber and synthetic oil has increased greatly, and Farben refineries have been established in seven regions.

"Please also ask Mr. Boss to support my husband. Mercedes wore a slight flush on his cheeks and said softly: "Your support can make him go further." And the farther he goes, the farther Germany goes. ”

"The farther Germany goes, the more we earn! The more we earn, the more we will support the Führer!" Krupp said on the side: "Miss Mercedes, in any case, we are loyal fans of Accardo, and we will support him until the end of the world!"

"How is the design plan of the Tiger tank prepared?" Mercedes suddenly asked the person in charge of Mercedes-Benz on the side: "The Führer has been waiting for your plan, but now is a time of war, weapon development is one of the things that the Führer is most concerned about, and he cannot relax." ”

Krupp knew that in the development of the army's main weapons, the Mercedes-Benz company, which had the continuous support of the Führer, had become the number one company in Germany, and the Krupp factory had gradually become a contract manufacturing enterprise.

"Naturally, part of the various weapons that the Führer ordered to be developed would be transferred to the Krupp factory for production. Mercedes nodded slightly, and then changed the subject: "I heard the Führer mention the ultra-light 150-mm howitzer produced by Krupp, and it seems to be very popular with the troops." ”

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"11 o'clock! a Polish tank! armor-piercing shell loading!" Wren ordered loudly, the corpses of Polish soldiers were already piled up in front of their tank, and not far away, the wreckage of ten TF-17s was burning violently.

The high-intensity combat just now has made the Wren crew aware of their surroundings, and they can now accurately rotate the turret according to the password, and point their 75mm caliber cannon in the direction they need as quickly as possible.

"Boom!" There was another loud bang, and the No. 113 tank fired the 43 guns in two hours, and the last Polish tank opposite them was pierced through the hull by the huge force of the armor-piercing projectile, but the inertia made the tank still climb forward for more than a meter before stopping, the tank did not explode, and did not move again.

With the sound of the cannon, the battlefield returned to its former tranquility, and the Poles retreated like a tidal wave, leaving behind corpses and the wreckage of nearly 70 tanks.

"They...... Retreat......" Wren leaned back on his seat, wiped the sweat drops from his chin, and said in a detached manner.

Bruce found an empty shell rack and sat on it, tired and panting no longer talking nonsense, Andrei still didn't take his eyes off the scope of the artillery, everyone didn't speak, the noise of the engine disappeared, and everyone realized that everyone's clothes were wet with sweat.