"Wren!" Andrey shouted, "I can't see that TF-17 tank!

"1 o'clock! Turn the turret around!" Wren was pulled back to reality by the shout, and hurriedly ordered: "Bowman! Slow down and reverse! Distance! Quick!"

Clark was loading the guide machine gun in front: "I'm running out of bullets! They have too many infantry, oh my god! Who's going to help me! Oh my God, who's firing? Someone is covering behind us!"

Marcus's melodious voice came from Wren's headphones: "Car 3, you bitch! My car is right behind you, get out of the way, stupid!"

"What the hell is you! I'm going to reverse and get out of the way. Wren replied with a smile.

With a bang, the Polish tank on the opposite side finally turned the turret and fired a shot. The shells hit the fence to the left of the Leopard, slicing the wood-nailed fence into pieces, and some of the picked up sand hit the Leopard armor, like sitting in a car listening to the rain outside.

"Damn! the Poles returned fire! Fire! Andrey! Fire!" Wren commanded loudly.

"I can't find the target!Captain!I can't find the tank at one o'clock!" Andrei complained loudly in his headphones, "Where the hell is it?"

"Choke. Wren pushed open the captain's hatch of his tank, then stuck his head out, and then Wren's voice came from Andre's headphones: "Bastard!

Andre smiled, tears of laughter were about to come out, this time he finally found a suitable commander for himself, a commander who could lead him through obstacles. He laughed as he adjusted the turret of the tank, and finally found the target he was aiming at in the scope.

He waited patiently, waiting for the tank body to shake slightly, stop somewhere, he pulled the trigger of the coaxial machine gun, and a volley of tracer bullets hit the target, splashing a spark on the turret of the TF-17 tank. He quickly grasped the firing mechanism of the main gun, and gently pressed the firing switch of the gun with his fingers. The entire body of Tank 113 shuddered, and an armor-piercing bullet slammed into the Polish tank.

It was as if a giant threw his fist directly in the face of a dwarf, and the huge force of the armor-piercing bullet distorted the turret of the TF-17, Wren ignored the sparks splashed by a bullet on the captain's hatch next to his shoulder, and laughed as the turret of the tank on the opposite side flew to the side, and a dazzling flame burst out from the hull that remained in place.

At this time, Wren found that there were nearly a hundred helpless Polish soldiers standing in front of his tank, Wren was stunned for a moment, and then shouted loudly: "Don't move! You are captured! If you move again, we will shoot!"

At this time, the No. 112 tank had already driven up, and the black hole hole was facing these Polish soldiers, and the scene suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at Rennes, the young German tank commander.

"Whoa. A Polish soldier threw his weapon on the ground and raised his hands. Soon, one after another, the Polish soldiers threw their weapons on the ground in front of them, and soon they all surrendered their weapons and crouched on either side of the road like a flock of lambs to the slaughter with their heads in their hands.

Wren got into the tank, picked up the submachine gun hanging on the side, and leaned out of the captain's cockpit: "I'm going to capture the prisoners now! Andrey, you take care of the tank! Marcus, let's control the scene! Let's wait for the friendly troops behind us to come up! Where's Chief Carter?"

"Chief Carter was in the back, and a lost truck brought in 20 grenadiers, and I think we were meritorious this time. Marcus's excited voice came from the headphones: "You just played so beautifully!"

Wren didn't listen to anything more, but instinctively jumped out of the car with a submachine gun, and Andrei also poked his head out and watched Wren walk towards the group of Polish prisoners who were crouching by the wall with their heads in their hands.

On the road, there were more than 30 corpses of Polish soldiers, and there were many dead people in the corners and on the wreckage of the tanks, it seemed that these were two companies of troops, and Rennes found a 75 mm howitzer and two ammunition boxes in the corner. He smiled and put the submachine gun around his neck and tugged at the bolt.

The MP-38 submachine gun issued to the armored corps is an improved version, using a 71-round drum, but there is no replacement ammunition in the tank, this weapon is for the crew to defend themselves after escaping from the tank, so there is no need to match extra ammunition - if the tank is shot, you still have the time to get a gun and find some drums, so why don't you make a cup of coffee and leave?

Theoretically, it is not recommended for tank members to get out of the car to fight, but at this moment, Wren thinks that the submachine gun in his hand is more useful. He pointed the muzzle of the black hole at the captive and shouted, "Does anyone know German?" ”

More than two dozen Polish soldiers stood up one after another, looking at Wren in a trembling voice, Wren smiled: "Who is the commander here! I have a question to ask." ”

"I'm their commander!" stood up a Pole, dressed in an officer's uniform with an indescribable frustration on his face: "I'm a battalion commander, and these people are my troops." ”

"My intelligence says that there shouldn't be so many Poles here, can you tell me why?, Mr. Battalion Commander?" Wren asked with a smile.

"I have the right to ...... under international law concerning prisoners," the Polish officer had said mid-sentence when Wren opened fire—not at the officer, but at the Polish prisoners around him, and five or six Polish soldiers fell in response, and the rest fled the death strip howling.

"Think clearly before you speak, I don't have that much patience to talk nonsense with you!" Wren asked fiercely, staring at the Polish officer. On the tank behind him, Andre, who poked out his head, felt that his commander was like a poisonous snake staring at his prey.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I say! I say!" the Polish officer quickly relented: "I have been ordered to gather troops here to prepare for a tentative attack on German territory, there is a road behind this town, and to the north is another town, where there is a railway, and our division headquarters is in that direction...... They had 10 cannons and a lot of infantry. ”

"Looks like we're late. Wren glanced back at Carter and Marcus, who were rushing over with submachine guns, and smiled and pointed to the more than 130 captives squatting on the ground: "When that group of grenadiers comes, help me laugh at them for being too slow, and then hand over these captives to them, saying that our car is too small to fit." ”

Carter smiled, went over to the captured Polish battalion commander and asked a few questions, and then handed the captives to the lost grenadiers to take care of, and a few of them found a broken table by the collapsed church and spread out the distributed battle maps.

"To the north of this town, there is indeed a large town with a railway, but we have no information about the garrison there, in fact the Polish army garrison marked on the map is already more than twenty kilometers behind us. Carter looked at the map and then at the compass for a moment.

"If it were a division of the Polish army, we wouldn't be able to do anything with it. Wren pointed to the map and said, "But the task assigned to us above is to capture the town with the railway, and use it as the center to control the small villages around it. ”

"Let's think about how to protect this bridge! If the enemy counterattacks, we can't kill so many Polish soldiers with our small forces, and if they rush up, we will be in trouble. Marcus said.

"They won't know we've taken it. No one will know for at least an hour. Wren said with a smile: "The people who fled just now were all infantry, and several trucks are still here without moving. By the time they get the news back, we'll be ready on our side. ”

"Then I'll deploy the mission. Carter looked at the map and pointed to the south side of the town and said, "Marcus, you are in charge of the defense of our right flank, don't open fire lightly." ”

Marcus nodded, "Understood!"

"Rennes, you and my tanks are deployed left and right behind the breastwork at the head of the bridge, trying to wipe out the attacking Polish army on the other side of the bridge. Carter glanced at Wren and saw that Wren's eyes were not looking at him, but at the distant horizon.

He followed Wren's gaze and saw that the planes were flying towards Germany, and it was only after a dozen seconds that they faintly heard the sound of engines buzzing like swarms of bees.

Carter swallowed, glanced at the soldiers around him who also thought the scenery was very spectacular, and stammered, "I...... We...... Do you want...... Do anti-aircraft camouflage?"

Marcus was amused: "The returning Stuka or the DO-217 bomber is our air force." It seems that they did it in advance, no wonder they couldn't see the Polish planes, they were probably all spread on the ground. ”

"It seems that air supremacy is already ours. Wren nodded and said, "According to the law, they will be dispatched after they return, and we will have to be careful at that time." We had to put the flag on the turret of the tank, and those pilots in the province accidentally injured us. ”

He looked at the Stuka bombers flying overhead, and then at the company commander Carter: "Sir, it seems that their bombing mission is going well, so the Poles, a small town full of soldiers on the ground, is definitely a very eye-catching target." I think the Poles in that town must be in chaos right now, and we can win by killing them!"

"Yes!" Marcus nodded.

"You're right! The SS should have such courage. For the Führer. Carter also nodded: "Leave two tanks, you follow me to kill them!"