My Third Empire

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"Boom!" The leopard tank once again fired its tongue, and another French tank was beaten "intestinally." The whole tank was killed and the smoke from the explosion even blocked the view of the tank behind.

French tanks are not standing and beaten, they are fighting back crazy. Soon the Rennes tank was hit by another shell, which directly hit the rear of the tank and interrupted the exhaust pipe behind the leopard tank.

"Damn it! Andrea! Keep on firing. I'll go and see what happened to Clark." Ryan pushed his hatch, and then said to Andrea around him, risking him immediately Artillery fired out of his tank, only then did he know what his tank had become.

Artillery shells hit various things hanging outside the tank, and the guide wheel on the front right had fallen aside. The track on the right side has long fallen to the ground, like a twisted serpent that has no life. On the side armor of the turret several tens of centimeters away from his tank, a shallow pit made by a gunfire was so shocking.

Without hesitation, Ryan quickly jumped off the turret of his tank and came to the cockpit of the mechanic. He tried to open the hatch that should be tightened. As a result, he only exerted a little force, and the entire hatch fell. .

Glancing at the hatch in his hand, Ren stood there a little stunned. Suddenly a bullet hit the edge of the hatch in the daze he held in his hand and made a crisp sound. Ryan looked at the bullet that was flew out in amazement, then threw the hatch aside.

He bent down and leaned his face into the tank's mechanics cockpit, and found that there was blood all over it. The shell penetrated the armor plate from the side and was embedded in the armor steel plate on the side. However, this shell just shattered the nearby steel, resulting in a very sharp piece of iron.

This shattered shrapnel hit Clark's head and chest, where he flew a few times before flying to the back row, penetrating Rennes' leg and hitting Andre's shoulder again.

But apparently Clark was not saved, and he could easily tell from his wound that was still bleeding outside that he was dead. It is gratifying that he was not alone when he died, and dozens of French tank drivers were buried with him. He was also dead, because, as the armored soldiers sang in the war song, at the moment he finally left, he had at least a steel coffin.

"Bauman! You leave here! There is nothing for you." Ren yelled loudly: "The tank has lost its ability to move, and your stay here has no effect."

"Boom!" A tank shell exploded next to it, splashing a piece of mud, and Ren ignored it and continued to ask Bowman aloud: "Bowman! You leave here! There is nothing about you."

"Captain! I stay here because this is my car! I don't want to leave my most trusted partner at the last moment." Bowman smiled and replied loudly: "Go away, Rennes, you are us Of these people, the most should leave. "

Ryan shook his head. He knew that his men were a group of lunatics, so he stopped persuading him and got back to his captain's hatch. His head had just entered the turret, and when he wanted to reach for the closed armrest of the hatch, a French shell hit the captain of his captain, flying the whole hatch far and far.

I glanced at my left hand, and I was thankful. After all, this hand was almost away from me. Now he didn't need to cover any hatches anymore, so he ordered aloud: "Keep firing! Give me fire!"

Bruce was naked with his upper body, and his tendon flesh was shiny with sweat. He gritted his teeth and continued to insert a cannonball into the cannon, and found that his hands were shaking very badly. I do n’t know if it ’s because of fear or because of excessive adrenaline secretion. Anyway, he feels trembling now.

"Boom!" The leopard tank fired again, and the body trembled slightly, and the shells whistled towards the front armor plate of the French tank opposite, and then easily penetrated there, directly hitting the driver inside. Two cuts interrupted one leg of the rear captain and continued to fly towards the rear until he hit the gasoline engine before stopping. But at this time, this French tank also broke up due to the explosion of the gasoline engine, and turned into a pile of parts rolling in all directions.

Rennes knew that they were creating myths and were using their lives to write an unsurpassable myth for later German armored soldiers. In just 40 minutes, they actually destroyed 19 French b1 tanks and Soma s35 tanks. It also destroyed 3 armored vehicles-this record is a lot of tanks and units can not be completed until it is destroyed.

Even more terrifying is that this record is still climbing. They almost set their records again every two minutes, and soon they destroyed today ’s 20th French tank, followed by the 21st.

They used favorable terrain to destroy the opponent ’s tank to form a roadblock, forcing the opponent ’s tank to fight with only a single number or a smaller number, giving full play to the leopard tank ’s performance advantages in armor and vitality, creating a Brilliant tank battle record.

In any respect, this is a myth, so it ’s not that Ren does n’t understand humility. This is a myth of tank warfare that can single out a whole of 21 French tanks with one tank. This is a myth that has been repeatedly studied in classic battles of tank warfare compiled by later generations.

If it were Rennes before, he would be happy, cheering for himself to survive and to continue killing. But when he found that his hands were covered with the blood of the mechanic Clark, he couldn't laugh. He didn't know what he was doing, and he seemed a little angry. This emotion was very subtle to him, because he hadn't felt that way in the past few years.

Under the effect of this annoyance, he continued to order Andre to fire. He wanted to avenge the German grenadiers who died on the beds of the field hospital, and he wanted to give the mechanic who had just died to the body that had not been cold. Clark revenge.

So he must kill, keep killing. Use killing to make up for the panic in your heart, use killing to heal those **** wounds, use killing to strengthen your faith, and use killing to prove that you are still alive.

Alive! Yes, alive! Ren's somewhat distracted gaze suddenly firmed up. He looked at Andre aside and commanded loudly: "At 2 o'clock! Rotate the turret! Destroy the b1 tank ... Bowman, give it a try , If the car body can still move, turn to the right. "

"Boom!" A French shell hit the front armor of the leopard tank, and finally broke through the steel plate that persisted for a long time and hit the gearbox inside. The leopard tank lost its power and could no longer move its position.

"Ryan! I can't help it." Bowman said looking at the smoking machine aloud. What he didn't say was that a huge force pushed out the joystick and almost broke his head.

"Boom!" Andre's artillery returned, but he didn't hit any target. Because of the huge shock, the sight error of this tank was very huge. Now he can't hit the target with the sight, he can only Rely on your own feelings.

He adjusted the turret slightly, then fired again, firing his 39th round today, and one shot hit the French tank opposite. But soon he could n’t shoot with experience anymore, because a French artillery shell hit the front armor of the leopard tank and hit a place less than five centimeters from the sight. This fatal blow completely destroyed Andre ’s artillery sights prevented him from firing another shot.

Andre bleeds when he hits the sight because of the huge shock. He leans on the back of his chair, panting heavily, and then says to Ren on the side: "I'm sorry ... I ... did my best .. Now we can do nothing. "

Bruce was also unemployed because Andrea lost his sight. He sat on the butt-less storage rack for half of his shells, gasping for breath, unable to say a word. But from his eyes, he can see that he has put life and death out of the picture.

Andre was already wounded, and Bruce was almost exhausted. Bowman had only one p-38 pistol to defend himself, and now only Rennes remained in the tank. Moreover, as a tank captain, his off-vehicle combat ability is much higher than that of ordinary infantry.

After removing an mp-44 assault rifle from the turret, Ren looked at the two crew members who had lost their combat capabilities, and raised his mouth to show a confident smile again: "You have completed the task! Abandon the car. . "

He glanced at the bullets in the drum, then reloaded the gun, then pulled the bolt, and continued: "As for me, I still want to continue fighting, I can't let Clark die here, right?"

"Ryan! We tried our best! Even if you go out, you can't change anything." Andrea closed his eyes and said, "It's my pleasure to meet you."

"It's my pleasure to work with you." Ren smiled, and then prepared to climb out, while holding the handrail, said: "But I want to stick to the last moment, I want to do everything I can to protect you. Stay alive! "

"If ... this is ... our most ... afterwards, then ... it's also a very ... wonderful ending." Bruce beside him gasped.