One Hundred and Seventy-Five Attack and Then Attack

"Ren!" Andre shouted loudly: "I can't see that tf-17 tank! Where the hell is it? Bruce, armor-piercing bullet, reload!"

"Direction at 1 o'clock! Turn the turret over! Quick!" Ren was pulled back to reality by the voice, and hurriedly ordered: "Bauman! Slow down and reverse! Keep your distance! Quick!"

Clark was reloading the guided machine guns ahead: "I'm out of bullets! They have too many infantry, God! Help me! My God, who's firing? There's cover behind us!"

Marcus's sweet voice came from Ren's earphones: "Car No. 3, you son of a bitch! My car is right behind you, get out of the way for me, idiot!"

"See your ghost! I want to reverse the car, get out of the way. [For more exciting novels, please visit]" Ren replied with a smile.

With a bang, the Polish tank opposite finally turned the turret and fired a shot. The shell hit the fence a little on the left side of the Panther tank, cutting the fence of the wood nails to pieces, and some picked up sand hit the Panther tank armor, like sitting in a car listening to the rain outside .

"Damn! The Poles fought back! Fire! Andrei! Fire!" Ren said loudly.

"I can't find the target! Lord Commander! I can't find that tank at one o'clock!" Andre complained loudly in his earphones: "Where is it?"

"Choke." Ren pushed open the commander's hatch of his tank, then stuck his head out, and then Ren's voice came from Andre's earphones: "Bastard! Go a little further to the left. !"

Andrei laughed, tears coming out of his laughter, this time he finally found a captain that suits him, a captain who can take him through thorns. Laughing, he adjusted the tank's turret and finally found what he was aiming for in the scope.

He waited patiently, waiting for the tank body to shake slightly, where it stopped, he pulled the trigger of the coaxial machine gun, and a row of tracer bullets hit the target, splashing on the turret of the tf-17 tank A piece of Mars. He quickly grasped the firing device of the main gun, and lightly pressed the "fire" switch of the gun with his fingers. The entire body of the No. 113 tank trembled, and an armor-piercing projectile went straight to the Polish tank.

It was as if a giant punched a dwarf's face directly. The huge force of the armor-piercing projectile twisted the turret of the tf-17. Ren ignored the bullet and splashed on the commander's hatch next to his shoulder. The sparks rose, laughed and watched the turret of the tank on the opposite side fly to the side, and a dazzling flame burst out from the hull left in place.

At this time, Renn realized that there were nearly a hundred Polish soldiers who were at a loss in front of his tank.

Ren 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 come up, and the black hole was facing the Polish soldiers. The scene suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at Ren, the young German tank commander.

"Crash." A Polish soldier dropped his weapon on the ground and raised his hands. Soon, one after another, the Polish soldiers dropped their weapons on the ground in front of them, and soon these people handed over their weapons and squatted on both sides of the road with their heads in their hands like a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

Ren got into the tank, picked up the submachine gun hanging on the side, and leaned out half of the body from the commander's cockpit: "I'm going to catch the prisoners now! Andre, you are optimistic about the tank! Marcus, we Control the scene! Let's wait for the friendly troops behind to come up! Where's Commander Carter?"

"Sir Carter is behind, a truck that's lost its way and brought 20 grenadiers. I think we have made a contribution this time." Marcus's excited voice came from the earphone: "You just hit It's so beautiful!"

Ren didn't listen any more, but jumped out of the car instinctively with a submachine gun. Andre also stuck his head out, watching Ren, holding a submachine gun, walk towards the group of Polish prisoners who were squatting against the wall with their heads in their arms.

On the road, there were more than 30 dead bodies of Polish soldiers lying on the road. There were also many dead people in the corner and the wreckage of the tank. It seemed that they were two companies of troops. Renn found a 75 in the corner. A millimeter caliber howitzer, and two ammunition boxes. He smiled and slung the submachine gun around his neck and pulled the bolt.

The mp-38 submachine gun distributed to the armored soldiers is an improved version, using a 71-round drum, but there is no replacement ammunition in the tank. This weapon is used for self-defense by the crew after escaping from the tank, so it is also used. Don't need extra ammunition - if the tank is shot and you still have time to grab a gun and find some drums, why don't you make a cup of coffee and go?

In theory, it is not recommended for tank members to get out of the car to fight, but at this moment Ren feels that the submachine gun in his hand is better to use. He aimed the dark muzzle at the captive and shouted loudly, "Does anyone know German? Stand up."

More than 20 Polish soldiers stood up one after another, looking at Ren shiveringly, Ren smiled: "Who is the commander here! I have a question to ask."

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

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

"According to the provisions of international law regarding prisoners, I have the right to..." The Polish officer had just said halfway through, and Ren opened fire - not at the officer, but at the Polish prisoners around him, five or six Polish prisoners. The soldiers fell in response, and the rest of the soldiers fled the dead zone in a whimpering manner.

"Think about it before you talk, I don't have the patience to talk nonsense with you!" Ren asked fiercely, staring at the Polish officer. On the tank behind him, Andre stuck his head out and felt that his commander was like a poisonous snake, staring at his prey.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I said! I said!" The Polish officer quickly relented: "I was ordered to gather troops here and prepare to launch a tentative attack into Germany. There is a road behind this town, heading north. Just another town, where there is a railway, our division is in that direction ... they have 10 artillery pieces, and a lot of infantry."

"Looks like we're late." Ren looked back at Carter and Marcus, who came with a submachine gun, and pointed to the more than 130 prisoners squatting on the ground with a smile: "Wait for the group of throwing guns. The bombers came over, laugh at them for being too slow, and then hand over these prisoners to them, saying that our car is too small to fit."

This is a typical child's revenge, Carter smiled, went over to ask the captured Polish battalion commander a few questions, and then handed the prisoners over to the "lost" grenadiers. Under the watch, a few people found a broken table beside the collapsed church and spread out the battle map that was distributed.

"To the north of this town, there is indeed a big town with a railway connection, but we have no news about the garrison there. In fact, the Polish army garrison position marked on the map is already more than 20 kilometers behind us." Carter took a look The map, stared at the compass for a while and said.

"If there is a division of the Polish army there, it is impossible for us people to do anything." Ren pointed to the map and said: "But the task given to us is to capture the town with the railway, and With that as the center, control the surrounding small villages."

"Let's think about how to protect the bridge! If the enemy counterattacks, we can't kill so many Polish soldiers with such a small force. If they rush forward, we will be in trouble." Marcus said.

"They won't know that we have captured this place. At least no one will know for an hour." Ren said with a smile: "All the infantry fled just now, and several trucks are still here. The news is back, and we are all ready here."

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

Marcus nodded: "Understood!"

"Ren! You and my tanks are deployed across the back of the parapet at the bridge head, trying to eliminate the attacking Polish army across the bridge." Carter glanced at Ren and found that Ren's eyes were not looking at him, but Looking at the distant horizon.

He followed Ren's gaze and found that the densely packed planes were flying towards Germany. After more than ten seconds, they vaguely heard the sound of the engine buzzing like swarms of bees.

Carter swallowed a mouthful of saliva, glanced at the soldiers beside him who also felt that the scene was very spectacular, and stammered and asked, "I...we...do you want...to use air defense camouflage?"

Marcus was delighted: "The Stuka or -217 bomber that returned home is our air force. It seems that they started early. No wonder they can't see the Polish plane. It is estimated that they were all spread out on the ground."

"It seems that air supremacy is already ours." Ren nodded and said: "According to the rules, they will be dispatched after they return, and we have to be careful at that time. We have to put the flag on the tank turret to save those The pilot accidentally injured us."

He looked at the Stuka bomber flying overhead, and at the company commander Carter: "Sir, it seems that their bombing mission is going well, so the Poles are a town full of soldiers on the ground. Definitely a very eye-catching target. I think the Poles in that small town must be very 'chaotic' now, we can kill it and win!"

"Yes!" Marcus nodded.

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

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