A King Tiger tank with the number 113 painted on the side of the turret rushed onto the roadside of a roadbed and pushed away a burning German military truck. The loud sound alarmed the Soviet soldiers on the other side, and in the frightened eyes of everyone, the King Tiger tank was raised high in front of it, and then with the change of center of gravity, it finally slammed down, and the black hole barrel was pointed at the enemy in the distance.

"Boom!" Without the slightest hesitation, the powerful 88 mm cannon erupted in flames, and a grenade flew in a straight line to the nearby land, and then exploded in a brilliant fire in the crowd. Huge black smoke rose from it, and the surrounding soldiers were tossed to the ground by the massive explosion, wailing and explosions in chaos, all trying to avoid the deadly steel beast.

Before the effective counterattack of the Soviet troops could be launched, another slender gun barrel poked out on the roadbed, and then the tracks that did not listen to the backward flip appeared, and a slanted armored hull appeared in front of people's field of vision, followed by its chassis exposed, and then the entire protruding hull was smashed downwards and returned to a horizontal state.

"Wren, you're on your left, I'm on my right!" let these damn Soviets see how powerful our ace is!" Marcus shouted to Wren over the throat intercom in the shaky and somewhat dimly lit tank cabin. His tone was full of anger, like a barrel of dynamite that could explode at any moment.

On the turret of the second King Tiger tank that rushed to the roadbed, the white hollow 112 number was impressive. The two tanks rushed into the temporary Soviet camp one after the other, and it only took a moment to roll up a bloody storm.

Above the captain's hatch of the King Tiger tank, there is a bracket that can be used to fix the machine gun, and for air defense operations and convenient for the commander to directly attack the target, this bracket is also equipped with an MG42 machine gun, which makes the number of machine guns of the King Tiger tank reach three, with very dense firepower against infantry.

At this time, Wren was operating this machine gun, using his terrifying precision to shoot and take away the lives of the enemy in droves. The machine gun seemed to have life in his hand, and it was agile and accurate to shoot bullets into the enemy's densest places.

"If you have time to talk, kill a few more people! I'm busy! See you in half an hour!" With headphones on, Wren was concentrating on killing his enemies, his eyes as sharp as eagles, and under the rain-covered military hat, he looked exceptionally bright.

His fingers touched the trigger, and then the bolt of the machine gun began to stretch and bounce back repeatedly, and the cartridge case made a beautiful arc, falling to the top of the turret of the tank in front of him, and then rolling down in all directions with inertia. The chain of bullets jumps into the chamber of the gun because of the pulling force of the machine gun, and it looks very rhythmic.

The current German tank battle ace is full of that dark cold like the heart of the storm. His murderous aura sharpened his senses, and he could even feel the air around him, the food-like life around him that was full of fear. So he devoured these souls and these lives to his heart's content, and this feeling was like eating a hearty meal, which was intoxicating and satisfying.

It's a pity that no one has time to appreciate the terrifying pinnacle of the killing god Wren, his comrades are slaughtering their own targets with the same efficiency, and his enemies don't seem to have much interest in appreciating the ruthless killing heart.

Tracer bullets flashed to reflect Wren's face that seemed to be covered in frost, and then the bullets with the light in their tails flew into the panicked crowd of Soviet troops, knocking the cowards with their backs to the enemy to the ground, cutting their skin and breaking their bones.

"Devil!" a Soviet soldier screamed as he looked at the two German tanks that had begun to rush into the crowd from the undergrade. Before his screams could be heard, a bullet pierced his throat, and he had to plug the hole with both hands, and then fell to the ground with wide eyes and horror.

Farther away, some Soviet soldiers picked up their rifles, but the bullets from the heading machine gun in front of the King Tiger hull knocked them to the ground one after the other, as fast and as a harvester harvested wheat in front of it. Tracer bullets rushed into the crowd, and then a blood mist rose up, cruel and clean, quick and straightforward.

"Boom!" The second gun of the King Tiger tank hit a Soviet car in the distance, lifting the entire tail of the car into the sky, and the wooden frame flew far away, and the surrounding Soviet soldiers were hit by the splattered shrapnel and the debris of the car explosion, and many people fell down screaming.

A Soviet officer drew his pistol from his waist in the chaos, he waved his arm in an attempt to stop the rout, and the two soldiers who followed him, armed with Mosin Nagant rifles, shouted loudly to stop the soldiers around him from running backwards: "The enemy has only two tanks! Hold your position! Our reinforcements will arrive soon!

Wren's machine gun swept over, and a bullet landed on the officer's waving arm, sending him straight into the palm of his hand, as well as the delicate pistol. Blood splattered in all directions, splashing into the face of a Soviet soldier beside him, but before the soldier could make any expression, another bullet hit him in the chest, and both men fell to the ground almost simultaneously, only to be killed and wounded.

Before the officer who had been knocked off his hand could congratulate himself on his luck, he was trampled in the chest by the rushing rout, and before he could shout for help, he was trampled into the dirt by countless pairs of boots.

He could not understand until his death why their makeshift camp, far away in the "rear", was attacked by two such terrible new German tanks. The entire camp was now in shambles, with many tents half collapsed, and the other half covered in a horrific pattern of splattered blood.

Who would have thought that along the way, the Soviet armored forces would pay a great price to stop the counterattacking German tank troops. Stretching intermittently from the front line to this place, at least one unit of the armored regiment was wiped out on the road, and from the front line here, in a straight line, there were wreckage of Soviet tanks everywhere.

There were completely destroyed Stalin tanks, there were detached T-34 tanks, there were trucks, and there were T-26 tanks that had their entire turrets flyed. In short, this straight line seems to be the cemetery of the Soviet armored forces, and no one can say how many Soviet soldiers were lost.

By the time the German grenadiers broke through into the cut gap under the cover of the Leopard tanks, the Soviets had collapsed. This German counterattack force collected at least 1,000 Soviet prisoners along the way, and these people did not seem to be in good mental condition, they repeatedly chanted words such as devils and monsters, and numbly accepted the German guards, unable to even utter a complete sentence.

"Did the tanks of the 2nd Company keep up with those two madmen?" the commander of an armored battalion of the 1st Panzer Corps asked his men with a frown, "Hell, we have rushed to support as soon as possible, and we are still a step too late." ”

They were indeed a step late, and the 502 heavy tank destroyer battalion 1 company and 5 tanks responsible for holding their positions finally suffered losses under the frantic attack of the Soviet army, first the No. 111 tank was hit by the Stalin tank at close range, and then the isolated No. 114 tank crew was destroyed, and the entire vehicle group was annihilated by the Soviets when they abandoned the car.

Tank No. 115 eventually volunteered to stay behind to cover the grenadier retreat, and was then destroyed at the rear of the entire force. The tank was killed along with a dozen wounded grenadiers who volunteered to stay.

In the end, they did not choose to surrender, because the word had long since ceased to exist in their dictionaries. "The German grenadiers are the best infantry in the world, and surrendering would disgrace the name of this unit!" were the last words of the grenadier platoon commander who chose to stay behind to Wren. And the commander of tank No. 115 put it more simply: "In your tank company, there are only heroes." ”

So when the German reinforcements arrived, Wren took Marcus and the troops who came to support him to kill a horse gun, he wanted to avenge his subordinates, and to get his own justice for those excellent subordinates.

Therefore, two companies of Tiger tanks followed two King Tiger tanks to launch a crazy counterattack on the Soviet position, because the number of tanks was insufficient, and Rennes, who retreated, did not have a disadvantage in the number of tanks this time, and dozens of German tanks joined the battle one after another, and the Soviet army finally experienced a German armored force in the local area.

"Captain Wren! The Soviet tanks on the flanks are retreating! We are pursuing! They are moving closer to your right, and if you turn to the right, you can probably hit those unlucky guys!" In the headset, the voice of the friendly commander came out clearly: "We'll try to drive those guys towards you." ”

"Thanks! I'll rush over!" Wren pressed the throat intercom to his driver Bowman to give the order to turn: "It's no fun to fight these miscellaneous pieces, let's go to the trouble of the Soviet armored forces!" Turn to the right!"

"Okay, Captain! I'm turning!" Bowman replied to Wren's order, and the tracks of the King Tiger tank were wrong, and they began to turn flexibly in place, and Marcus's No. 112 tank also began to turn, and the two King Tiger tanks left the half-destroyed Soviet camp and went in the other direction with great momentum, killing them.

"Wolf, if you're here, I'll wait here!" Wren snorted coldly.