Chapter 24 Destruction

Six Il-2s successively launched four rounds of attacks with rockets, aviation bombs and machine guns. With almost negligible external interference, they still failed to kill the German second tiger tank. When the two tiger tanks fled in a very embarrassing way to the woods that could cover themselves to escape the disaster, the German soldiers who were anxiously watching around could be regarded as seeing the "miracle".

Sweeping the last string of bullets into the woods hatefully, the Soviet army's "Black Death" finally turned around and left. The air strike lasted only more than ten minutes. Lin En, who had been in the same place, felt that several hours had passed. He looked at the battlefield in a daze, and the village had completely turned into ruins. The winding trenches and civil fortifications were incomplete, with deserts in front of the defense line, piles of corpses everywhere, and the anti-tank gun positions on the flank and behind were also in a bleak scene. It was also the battlefield after the fierce battle that truly allowed Lin En to experience the climax and low point of the war plot, ups and downs, and a bit of vicissitudes were added to his eyes.

As the Soviet attack planes went away, the German soldiers who were evading air strikes in the trenches and woods finally began to move again. Most people, especially the medical soldiers wearing red cross sleeves, rushed to their companions who were injured in the air strikes, and others, including armored soldiers, infantry and medical soldiers, quickly and cautiously approached the two tanks paralyzed in the spot. The No. 4 tank looked completely injured, with the tracks broken and the induction wheels falling off. It was probably difficult to repair them under the conditions on the battlefield. Fortunately, the four tankers had successfully escaped before. The only thing that made people feel that they could work hard was the Tiger tank with a basically intact appearance. The two infantry quickly lifted an unconscious outfit from the open driver hatch.

Armored soldiers, another man in a black uniform, drilled in through the hatch at the top of the turret, and several other infantry waited by the hatch. After about a minute, they worked together to pull a blood-faced guy out of the turret, and half a minute later, another man with no sign of movement. Seeing this, more and more people gathered around the tank. When all five tank hands were lifted out of the tank, two other armored soldiers in a black uniform also drilled in through different hatches. Lynn vaguely heard the rumbling sound, but it did not evolve into a familiar rumbling sound until the end. A "black uniform" poked most of his body out of the hatch of the turret, and shouted loudly in the direction of the woods while waving his hand.

The engine, dull as thunder rolling in the sky, reappeared on the battlefield. The "tiger" that had survived before slowly drove out of the woods. Its tail was sprayed with blue smoke, like an injured beast was breathing heavily. If Lynn stood near, it would be easy to find thirty-three clear bullet holes on its cracked striped anti-magnetic coating, either large or small, high or low. The driver's observation window had been stuck with shrapnel, and the tanker wearing a black ship-shaped bearer had to open the hatch to control the "mount"; the gunner's periscope could not escape the bad luck. Judging from its twisted form, it was necessary to return to the repair shop to repair it. In addition to these, the interlaced load-bearing wheels also left traces of battle. Although the spotted bullet marks would not affect their normal use, it undoubtedly added the hidden danger of mechanical failure to this already delicate and complex big guy.

Waiting for the arrival of "Support Tiger", a "black uniform" had already taken off the steel cable carried by the "Support Tiger" body in a familiar way, and hooked it to the special hook under the front of the "Support Tiger" body, and then hung the pull hook at the butt of the "Support Tiger". Amid the extra heavy roar of the Maybach 700 horsepower gasoline engine, a tiger-style tank with bruises was pulling its dying companion and slowly, and even the load-bearing wheel was rotating.

The sound of the track friction was extremely harsh. Although this scene was heartbreaking, their movement was still relatively stable. After a few minutes, they drove through the soft mud and drove onto the nearest road. Following it through the village and heading north, about seven or eight kilometers into a densely vegetated forest. The straight road "disappeared" in the lush pine forest. Not far behind it must be the German army's deep defense line.

According to the current speed of the two Tiger tanks, Lin Neng estimated that it would take at least forty minutes to reach the forest land. It was difficult to guarantee that the Soviet planes would no longer come to harass them during this period. The retreating Soviet armored troops could also launch a new round of attacks at any time. He felt that losing the German defense line of the Tiger tank was like pulling out the pier. It was still a bridge, and it would break if stepped on it. It was not a wise move to continue defending.

"Hey, lynn!"

Lin Neng turned his head and found that the thinner companion was calling his name, but he couldn't understand a word he said later. Finally, he saw the other party holding the bobosha's bullet drum, and then realized that he was asking for bullets. Thinking that he was still not very good at it, he broke off the round drum from the "bobosha" beside him and threw it to the other party, and then pointed to the position of the bullet bay of the Mauser rifle in his hand. The tall and thin SS soldier weighed the drum thrown by Lin Neng, and seemed to be very satisfied with its texture. He took out the unopened kraft paper bag from his backpack, politely tore a hole, leaving several rows of bullets for himself, and threw the rest to Lin Neng along with the kraft paper bag.

The silent transaction was completed, and both sides took the needs, and they seemed very satisfied. After putting away the bullets, Lynn looked around. Except for the two "tigers" and trucks that transported seriously injured people to evacuate, other German troops did not mean to evacuate the defense line. They were either strengthening the fortifications or repairing weapons. Some engineers carrying square boxes also began to dig pits and mines between the wreckage of the chariots in front of the position. It seemed that it was a foregone conclusion to continue to stick to this place.

After looking at the home he was at hand, the Mauser rifle was still worthy of use and there were plenty of bullets, but the only grenade had been used. When Lin En thought of the scene of the enemy blowing away, he was very excited. It would be great if he gave himself a few more. The bodies of more than a hundred Soviet soldiers and the weapons and ammunition they carried with him were scattered on the hillside opposite, but none of the German soldiers here took the risk to pick them up. He must have been afraid of the other party's heavy machine guns and snipers.

It would be fine to think about some things. Lin En set up his rifle and took out the old drums and scattered bullets from the Soviet army's canvas bag. It was not difficult to find a simple loading game. He quickly loaded more than 20 bullets into the drum, then loaded the drums with bobos and bolts, so as to take advantage of the emergencies.

Everything was ready. He looked up at the sky. Through the gaps of branches and leaves filled with white snow, he could see the dazzling sun. It seemed that it was noon at this time, and the Soviet air supremacy could still play an effective role in the next half day. As soon as this thought popped up, he suddenly heard a faint roar. He was shocked and quickly turned to see the two tiger tanks. They were less than two kilometers away from the village and were in a very open position. However, a truck that departed at the same time had entered the woodland.

"It's broken!" Lin Neng couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, someone on the position soon used a hand-cranked air defense alarm to issue an air strike alarm, but its shrill sound could not suppress the thunderous roar. As it got closer and closer, it became clearer, Lin Neng subconsciously raised his head and saw a red five-star flash by.

The flight altitude of this Soviet fighter jet even caused Lin En to thrust with a bamboo pole.

The German soldiers around them raised their guns to shoot, but the red five-star flashed over their heads, and their wings covered the sunlight for a long time like dark clouds.

Picking up the Mauser rifle, Lin Neng stood still and did not shoot. The number of Soviet fighter jets whizzing past has exceeded the previous team of Il-2. Can his Tiger tank escape this time?

The Soviet fighter jets whizzed by quickly answered Lin N's question with rockets. They flew towards the target like poisonous arrows. The white tail smoke drew a swimming lane-like trajectory in the air. The blazing explosion instantly swallowed the two tiger tanks.

This time, the four-unit machine guns attached to the edge of the woods finally shot down a Soviet fighter plane. Seeing it falling with black smoke and turning into debris in the explosion, Lin En felt no relief in his heart.

Although the two Tiger tanks had stopped, with open flames and black smoke lit on the turrets and bodies of the vehicles, the Soviet pilots seemed to be uneasy, and some fighter jets turned around and dropped aviation bombs. Faced with the extremely weak anti-aircraft firepower of the German army, their battlefield bombs were as simple as training, and there were those who deviated from the target, but they were rarely all.

After the violent explosion, the appearance of the two tiger tanks was finally no different from the scrap iron piles in front of the village. At this time, the Soviet army fleet that was attacking at an ultra-low altitude turned its firepower to the German ground, and ravaged and slaughtered over and over again with bombs and machine guns, without any mercy.
Chapter completed!