"Okay, the joke ends here." Vic arranged on the intercom: "Because the No. 113 tank broke down, our reconnaissance platoon now only has two tanks, 111 and 112. We must be careful in everything!"
The 12.7mm machine gun equipped with the T3 tank alone cannot defeat a Polish division. If they really encounter the main force of the Polish army, Vick can only escape with his incomplete reconnaissance platoon.
"No. 112! There seems to be Polish cavalry in front of you!" Wittmann suddenly shouted on the walkie-talkie: "It's at your two o'clock direction! They don't look like a retreat!"
"I saw it! Five Polish cavalry, it looks like they should be a reconnaissance squad!" Vic replied in the headset: "I guess there are large troops of theirs around, otherwise the group of Poles who were frightened by us are
We won’t send out scouts for no reason.”
Although the German armored troops relied on tanks to suppress the Polish army all the way, there were also some records of using less to hit more, with a company of German troops chasing a Polish regiment. However, with two tanks, facing an unknown number of Polish troops,
Only a madman can do that!
"Lucas, adjust the direction! Leicht, check the shells! Leo, aim in the direction of those Polish cavalry!" Without waiting for the platoon leader to issue an order, Wittmann made preparations for the battle on his own.
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"OK!"
"no problem!"
"It's a joke!"
It just so happened that these four members of the 111th crew were the most courageous lunatics in the armored division. Among them, Wittmann even dreamed of becoming the most successful tank commander in Germany and was striving for meritorious deeds all the time.
"Wittmann! Are you crazy? If a large force is sent out from the opposite side, we will become the first batch of captured German armored soldiers since the war began!" Vic was shocked by Wittmann's almost crazy battle plan.
Two tanks, facing a large enemy force that is about to appear, the two T3 tanks should not be so bold no matter how hard they maintain their own force.
"No. 112, join us! We should immediately drive to the small slope at four o'clock to seize the commanding heights, and later we can shoot at the enemy from a high position." Wittmann seemed to be convinced that this was a rare opportunity to make a contribution.
, actually took command of the No. 112 tank where the platoon leader was located.
As Lucas drove the No. 111 tank toward the small slope mentioned by Wittmann, Vic reluctantly let his driver follow after hesitating for two seconds.
"If I survive, I will personally apply for the Medal of Bravery for your 111 crew. If I die, I will continue to curse you in hell!" Vic picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted.
"Be ready to apply for medals on our behalf!" Wittmann replied arrogantly.
At this moment, the nonchalant voices of the 111 crew members echoed in Vick's headphones:
"What's there to be afraid of? It's better to lose everything than lose, and it's better to die than to live." This was the voice of the gambler Leo.
"Anyway, I just lost my face. It will be a big loss if I don't get a medal this time." This was what Licht was yelling after he had just been laughed at.
"At worst, I'll hit it with a tank. This is a big T3 tank, not a light and thin-skinned tank like the No. 2 tank." Lucas, who is suitable for driving bumper cars, also shouted.
Vic laughed dryly in his No. 112 tank and whispered to himself: "Madmen, they are all madmen. I will never team up with these madmen again next time."
But in fact, both Vick and Wittmann understood one thing, that is, their situation was not too dangerous. After all, the Polish army had to shed their armor along the way, leaving behind all the artillery they could in order to escape. No.
Heavy weapons, bullets alone cannot penetrate the armor of a T3 tank.
"Wittmann! Did you see that? There were densely packed cavalry in that direction just now! There are at least one battalion of them..." Vic suddenly shouted nervously in the earpiece.
"Ask your gunner to aim in that direction, and the loader to load the grenade immediately!" Wittmann interrupted Vic loudly: "We are now waiting for No. 112 for ten seconds. After ten seconds we will launch the grenade immediately!"
After all, Vic was also a second lieutenant officer and quickly understood what Wittmann meant. Ten seconds later, Vic's tank No. 112 understood and fired a total of two grenades with Tank No. 111.
In an instant, two grenades that fell into the Polish cavalry phalanx exploded instantly, and a large number of fragments set off a cloud of blood mist. The people in the Polish cavalry phalanx who were preparing to counterattack were turned upside down and howled like ghosts.
They originally thought that the other party would fight with them in a traditional formation, but unexpectedly, the other party only fired two horrific grenades from a distance that were scattered to harvest lives. This was completely different from the war they knew.
, the enemy's tactics are completely inconsistent with the chivalry they learned.
Only then did the Polish cavalry discover that the Germans had used the short ten years after their defeat to invent a brand new war model, a model that they were not familiar with at all!
Since they were the 13th Polish Cavalry Division that had just returned from the Eastern Front with light equipment, all the artillery weapons were left to the defense forces still fighting on the Eastern Front due to the inconvenience of carrying them. They originally thought that they could only rely on the impact of their own cavalry charge.
Even the seemingly powerful German army is not a concern...
However, their concepts were wrong from beginning to end! They mistakenly used the military concepts from thirty years ago to imagine the German enemy, and based on this they formulated a response plan. When they faced the German army face to face, they
Only then did they realize how wrong they were.
Unfortunately, it's too late!
The bullets in their hands would never be able to penetrate a German tank even if they were fired at it. Sabers and spears? That would be even less useful!
"We can't continue like this!" Their leader reacted quite quickly. After being bombarded by grenades for a while, he finally came up with a temporary countermeasure: "Bring explosive packs, form a human wall and charge forward!"
"For Poland, charge!" Although the Polish regiment leader was stupid, he was courageous. He raised a spear high, clamped his legs under the horse's belly, raised the horse with one hand, and led the charge.
"Come on!"
"For Poland!"
"kill!"
More and more Polish cavalrymen came to their senses and followed the brave regimental leader to rush towards the Germans on the slope in the distance.
"Bang!" Another grenade exploded next to the cavalry. Splashing blood spread on many people's faces, but no one showed the slightest timid expression. At this moment, they were all warriors!
In the distance, two German T3 tanks were getting closer and closer to them.
"A bunch of fools actually came here looking for death." Wittmann, who leaned out to observe, sneered, got into the tank, closed the top hatch and said: "Send another grenade, and then you can use the machine gun to harvest the wheat.
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Licht, who had been crazily stuffing grenades into the barrel of the gun, breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and stuffed the last grenade into the gun. This was the first time since he joined the army that he was so nervous. Thinking that every time he stuffed a grenade, he was so nervous.
He found it a bit incredible to be able to harvest a large area of Polish cavalry. How could it be so easy to harvest fresh lives?
