The flames and black smoke of Tank 115 obscured Wren's vision, and he couldn't see what was in the suspicious direction in the distance. However, he speculated that it was not the Soviet anti-tank mine that destroyed the No. 115 car, and he always thought about the worst in trouble, but he did not want his men to take risks easily.

The smoke generator behind the tank had already begun to work, and the smoke had begun to spill out widely, so Wren jumped out of his tank with the assault rifle that he had almost never left since leaving the tank, and began to run towards the other side of the destroyed 115 tank.

He bent over, ran cautiously, carrying his rifle, and walked briskly to the still burning and exploding 115 tank. Leaving the tank surrounded by armored iron plates, his senses sharpened again, he sensed the danger, and little by little in the smoke approached the best observation point.

A Soviet soldier got up from the pile of corpses and happened to see Wren with a gun, the two looked at each other, and the next second Wren pulled the trigger. He had no mercy, he was much more dangerous than a bloodthirsty beast at this time.

The bullet pierced through the Soviet soldier who had been lucky enough to escape the first round of tank fire, or rather, the unlucky Soviet soldier who happened to bump into Rennes, and he fell on his back with a look of shock and reluctance on his face. While he was still foaming blood from his mouth, Wren had already run past him with his gun in his hand, and he didn't even look at him a second time.

After killing a fish that had slipped through the net, Wren ran to the edge of a small mound that was slightly raised, rolled on the ground and lay down in the snow, looking up at the flank of Tank 115. The Stalin tanks there apparently did not notice the detour of the German soldier, and were trying to use the cover of smoke to launch the tank in an attempt to adjust their position.

"It turned out that it was not a deliberate ambush. Wren suddenly felt a little crying and laughing, it was a pity that the five soldiers in the entire crew of the No. 115 tank were lost in vain because of such a mistake.

After seeing the situation clearly, Wren did not delay, he got up and ran back to his tank as fast as he could, at this time the Soviet soldiers in front of him had been almost packed up by German tanks and grenadiers, so Wren was not threatened all the way.

But the smoke caused him some trouble, after all, the chaos on the battlefield and the order he gave to shrink when he left had caused the German tanks to move. The deliberately arranged smoke filled the air, and he almost didn't find his tank for a while. But just as a hound has a sensitive nose, Wren has an almost intuitive sensitivity to the objects around him. After a slight change of direction, he ran back to the 13-painted tank, climbed onto the tank with a quick twist, and jumped into his turret.

In the midst of Andre's complaints, Wren put on his headphones, and then a chaotic question was heard in the headphones. Someone asked the company commander where the hell had gone, and someone asked what happened to tank No. 115. Many people saw the black smoke and explosion of tank No. 115, so many people cursed loudly there, and the whole channel was like a pot of boiling water.

"Alright! Shut up! I'm back! We have a damn Stalin tank on our flank! It was probably frightened back by the bombing, but fell into a pit because of its poor visibility. So it suddenly appeared on our flank, and tank No. 115 was destroyed by it. Wren pressed the throat intercom and explained the situation on the battlefield loudly: "It's not an ambush, it's not a mine! Okay, now let me arrange the tactics!"

"There are still 2 platoons of grenadiers to keep moving forward!We'll cover your flanks!Okay! Tank 111, and tank 114, I'll take the lead and rush out and take out that guy, and if I don't hit it, you guys rush out and fire at it in turn, disrupting his firing rhythm!" After Wren finished his mission, he slightly recalled the position of the opposing tank, and then patted Andrei on the shoulder.

He paused, and directly gave the order to his gun commander to turn the turret: "Adjust the turret to the front, at this distance we have no other part than the frontal to resist the opponent's attack." ”

Then Wren called out his driver's name again: "Bowman, go around the burning 115 tank at a small angle, use the burning wreckage and smoke to get close to the target, aim the front of the car at the 2 o'clock position we are now, stabilize it, and rush out of the smoke, understand?"

"Okay, Captain! I think I can do it. Bowman cracked his mouth and laughed, and the Tiger tank burst out, quickly approaching its former companion who was still burning in the slightly undulating woodland.

Wren's Tiger then rushed through the smoke that was dissipating nearby, and aimed it head-on at the Soviet Stalin tank, which was slowly climbing the pit. At the moment of rushing out of the smoke, Andrei also saw the Soviet tank that destroyed the German tank in the scope of the tank gun.

"Boom!" Andrei didn't aim for too long, the shell flew so cleanly towards the Soviet tank, but although the distance between the two sides was very close, but Andrei was too excited to aim too carefully, and the shell flew off the track fender on the side of the Stalin tank, and flew out of the body, leaving a burning mark on the front armor plate.

"Bang!" Surprisingly, the Soviet tank did not return fire at all, but lifted the hatch on the turret from the inside, and a Soviet soldier jumped out of the tank and raised his hands high. He was followed by a second soldier, then a third, and finally all four members of Stalin's tank jumped out of the tank, raising their hands and looking in horror at the German Tiger tank on the other side, which looked like a beast of hell.

"We surrender! We surrender!" said several Soviet tankers, frightened by the shell that had just grazed the armor plates, shouting Russian with their hands raised and shouting at Rennes's tank. They couldn't help but not panic, because behind Rennes's tank, there was a second German Tiger tank, and a third Tiger tank!

Wren lifted the hatch cover of his tank and looked with cold eyes at the enemies who had given up resistance. He listened coldly to the other party's shouting of surrender over and over again, and felt in his heart that these people were really not worthy of being a warrior. The other two German tanks were not in a hurry to make the next move, but just waited for Wren's next order.

The Soviet Stalin's tank had not been in combat for a long time, and it can be said that it was still a very new type of equipment for the German army. Now they actually captured a complete Stalin tank during the attack, which is definitely a very fortunate thing for the German armored forces. Just by transporting this Stalin tank back to the rear and studying it carefully, you can find the best solution against this tank, which can save the lives of countless German soldiers.

So the commander of tank No. 114 was already cheering, and he saw the Stalin's tank intact, which had not even been shot through, as if he had seen the scene when he was brought to the Knight's Iron Cross: "Hey! Wren! That's a complete new Soviet tank! complete!"

"How did you do that? My God! This time you will definitely be called to the headquarters of the army group, and General Guderian will probably send you to Berlin himself. The commander of Tank 111 also seemed to have forgotten about the destruction of Tank 115 just now.

The battlefield is so ruthless, people don't miss their dead friends for too long, because if someone is in the heartbreaking pain of the death of a friend, then he will have a nervous breakdown due to frequent excessive sadness. Someone dies every day, this is a brutal war, and as for Rennes's company, it is already an outlier with very few casualties.

“...... I don't understand what they're saying. Wren spoke suddenly, and he pressed the throat intercom. The sound was converted into electricity, and eventually into sound, which was transmitted to the ears of the rest of the tank, as well as to the remaining nine tanks around it.

Marcus had headphones around his neck and looked in the direction of the woods. His eyes were filled with shock at first, then turned to laughter. He knew that the bloodthirsty and ruthless Wren was still the Wren, at least although war could take away all the precious things, it could not take away a person's hysterical revenge.

"I don't understand what they're saying. Wren's cold voice reached the ears of everyone on the battlefield, who had been soldiers in the war for almost two years, so they naturally knew what this sentence meant.

"Wren, these are prisoners......" The commander of Tank 114 spoke in the headset. But halfway through his sentence, Wren ripped off the headphones from his ears.

"Wren!" the commander of Tank 111 lifted his turret hatch and shouted at Wren with his head bared, as if trying to stop Wren from doing anything to the captive.

Before Wren could pull out his assault rifle from the tank, the No. 13 Tiger Tank's heading machine gun suddenly opened fire, and the dense bullets smashed the four Soviet tankers standing in a row into a sieve, because the distance was so close, that even one of the Soviet soldiers' arm was sent flying far away.

"I'm having cramps in my hands, I'm sorry. "In everyone's headphones, a weak female voice came out, and when it sounded, it made people want to care. However, there are not many female soldiers in the entire 502nd Battalion, and the one on the No. 13 Tiger tank is not a small flower that needs to be cared for, it is a poppy (yingsu), a poisonous poppy.