Battle of the Third Reich

"Go forward, go forward, go forward! Guys, we're going to kill the Germans. ←,." Lieutenant Colonel Edwood stood in his crusader commanding tank, shouting loudly at the roadside subordinates With. The remaining three Crusader cruise tanks of the regiment followed closely behind the regiment's car and drove past the queue of tanks parked by the road.

"Let's fight them down." Edwood raised his fists against his tank soldiers. The tankers cheered enthusiastically. They loved their brave and wise leaders very much. The tank captains stood in the turret to salute their chiefs. The engine roared. The teams started in order and lined up in a column. Behind the regiment team.

Edwood raised the regimental command flag in his command vehicle, and the captain's cars of each team also raised their respective team corner flags in the antenna. From afar, the tank regiment resembled the ancient armored knight, holding up the knight's spear flying with heraldic flags, and standing in a long column, slowly opened the canyon.

"According to the intelligence of the division, we have to deal with a group of paratroopers. They are the elite troops of the Germans. They also have 37mm anti-tank guns, so we must be very careful. I don’t want my boy to lose these. I like to be in the hands of a **** posing as a nun." Edwood sat on the podium and spread out a large-scale map of the Dover theater in the small table in front of him. He held a red and blue pencil on the map. Draw a circle.

"According to intelligence, the reconnaissance squad was ambushed here. From a time point of view, they should not be able to go far. We can start a centripetal search from here, and a mechanized cavalry squadron from here to conduct a net search, as long as the enemy is found. Army, we will surround them and destroy them."

"Sir, according to the judgment of the division, the opponent should have a regiment of troops. They are all infantry and can't withstand a blow in front of the tank." Major Remington, the divisional combat staff from the division, reminded the regimental leader that his opponent's strength was limited. But Edwood doesn't think so. What he commanded is an armored regiment. In fact, it can only be counted as one armored battalion. If you leave the tank, the number of people can't match up.

"We need the support of infantry. The Dover Fortress garrison has dispatched an infantry battalion to cooperate with our actions. We will meet them in the town of Temple Uell and hope that these infantry will fight."

For his troops, Lieutenant Colonel Edwood is actually very sober and can only say that he is strong outside the country. Although the morale of the soldiers was strong, Edwood knew. This is actually an illusion. It can't stand the harsh test at all. He has heard too many similar cases from the mouths of his predecessors who participated in the First World War. These soldiers' understanding of the enemy is limited to the information issued by the news and the military department. They have no concept of real war. Most of these rookies, including their commanders, have no actual combat experience, and even many soldiers have not completed all armor training courses. At best, it's just a group of semi-finished products, and sending them to the battlefield is a last resort. If the situation is not critical, Edwood will not even allow these stupid boys to board the tank.

But now it is useless to say anything. These young men will encounter the first actual combat in their lives, hoping that they can withstand the test of this war like their predecessors. The winners will become brave warriors, and the losers will be eliminated naturally by the fighting.

"The town of Daurpur is in front of me. I saw a truck full of infantry waiting at the entrance of the town." The driver reported loudly.

"Stop at the entrance of the town." Edwood stood up from the turret. He turned to look behind him, and saw his deputy commander standing on the crusad tank turret behind him and nodded to himself.

Driving to the road turnout outside the village, the Crusaders commanded the tank to stop by the side of the road, and an army officer trot all the way to the tank. He raised his head to salute a military salute, and then reported loudly to Edwood. "Sir, I'm Cattleland, the first battalion commander of the Dover Defensive Regiment. Follow the orders of the First Armored Division Division. We will accept your command."

"How many people do you have now? I don't think there is a battalion." Edwood glanced forward and found that there were only more than 200 infantry at the village entrance.

"The shelling last night was too violent. I lost a lot of soldiers. The rest of my battalion is here. But I can guarantee that these are all good guys. After strict training, you will not be disappointed. "The major expression was a little excited. This was the task he had robbed. He vowed to take revenge for his tragic death.

"I get it, Major..." Edwood shouted loudly when he picked up the bakelite microphone hanging on the headset: "Henry! Let the Twelfth Cavalry Regiment come up and carry these infantry."

Then he lowered his head to Major Cattleland and ordered: "Let your people ride those armored vehicles, we have a large area to search."

"My people have checked the scene of the ambush in front of them, looking at the traces on the road, they should go through the forest to the northeast, maybe withdraw to meet their large army." The major made his inference to Edwood. .

"Can you confirm? I have the best scouts in Dover. I believe their judgment."

"Very good, Major, then we have a good start, let your people take the armored car, and we search from here to the northeast." Edwood looked at the major in front of him with admiration, like this. The officer is exactly what he needs now.

The tank regiment restarted, headed by a light tracked armored vehicle, the cruise tank was centered, and the light tank was alert on both wings. The entire team was lined up in two arcuate search formations and climbed down the road to the northeast. As for the remaining one squadron of infantry tanks, Edwood ordered them to establish a defensive line by radio after they reached the village, guarding their own way and preventing the other side from intertwining.

Edwood has completely lost patience with the first squadron’s Matilda. He is desperate for these speed turtles that are only 12 kilometers per hour. These off-road speed tanks that can’t even catch the infantry are still on the road three kilometers away. Struggling hard, I wanted to wait until they arrived, fearing that the sun would be setting, so Edwood directly excluded them from the search team.

However, in addition to the tragic power of these infantry tanks, their armor and firepower are still worth seeing. Using them to guard the main road of the road and prevent the enemy from intersecting behind them, it is estimated that it can be done.

Bypassing the villages and towns, the terrain began to gradually become higher, and it was a gentle upward **** from the highway to the northeast. The difference in ascent and descent is more than a hundred feet, but as long as you climb up the top of the slope, from there to Canterbury, there is an endless plain. This is the dividing line of the Dover hilly valley.

British armored vehicles drove full horsepower. Climb slowly to the top of the slope. When you reach the top, you can easily see the surrounding conditions. If the paratroopers really retreat in that direction, they cannot escape the pursuit of armored forces on the open plains.

Edwood stood sullenly in the tank turret. Holding the skateboard hatch on the back, the clamshell armored turret of the crusade mki tank has a very unique structure. Its turret hatch is not a separate circular outlet, but a whole piece of armor cover sliding backwards After pushing away, the tank driver can get a very good observation field just like standing in a convertible.

At this time, the two wild dog reconnaissance vehicles as forwards had climbed to the top of the slope, and the engine exhaust pipe suddenly ejected a blue smoke and disappeared into Edwood's sight. The two wild dogs that followed followed the final sprint. They threw up their horsepower and tried to catch up with the companion in front.

Edwood gestured at the radio operator. The second lieutenant quickly adjusted the radio frequency. "Lieutenant Jackson, report the situation. Did you see anything above?" The captain of the Twelfth Cavalry Regiment Wild Dog Scout was a young lieutenant. He rushed to the front of the team.

"Lieutenant Jackson, please answer." Didn't receive a reply from each other. Edwood was a little strange. He tilted his head and looked at the radio operator. The lieutenant shrugged to him and said everything was normal.

Just as Edwood was about to continue the call, a loud murmur suddenly came from the headset, and then he heard the intermittent cries of Lieutenant Jackson.

"This is... Lieutenant Colonel. We're going to retreat... They rushed out of the woods, I can't count how many, oh my god! They saved me...help!"

Edwood had heard the unique engine roar of the wild dog reconnaissance vehicle from the top of the slope, and then heard a loud noise. Edwood looked up in surprise, and saw a fireball rising behind the top of the slope, then a black smoke column was erected, and at the same time a few thunderous sounds came, and the head of the armor immediately distinguished it. This familiar sound is the roar of artillery shooting.

Another wild dog reconnaissance vehicle appeared on the top of the slope. It didn't slow down, just plucked its buttocks and wanted to rush down the slope. Before the front wheels pressed up the slope, this little wheeled armored vehicle exploded in front of people's eyes. The entire rear body was torn apart by shells, from the engine to the front of the car. The roof of the car was connected to the debris in the car and the fragments of the human body of the two occupants flew into the air with a ball of fire. The whole car started to stand upright, then rolled forward, and slapped it on the slope.

"God!" Edwood was stunned by the sight in front of him. Those light armored vehicles slowed down the climbing speed, and the captains began to hesitate whether they should continue to move forward.

"Don't stop the troops, keep going, you can't stop here!" Edwood roared loudly when he picked up the microphone. No matter what was waiting for them, they only had to face their heads and now they only charge forward If the road is blocked by the enemy on this gentle slope, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Armored vehicles and light tanks slowed down. The cruise tank squadron followed the regiment to the front. The enemy was just a group of paratroopers, with only small-caliber anti-tank guns. It’s nothing remarkable. We want to let the Germans know how powerful we are. Revenge for Lieutenant Jackson." Edwood worked hard to reinvigorate the frustrated morale of the army. He ordered the driver to accelerate. His command tank surpassed the light armored vehicle queue and rushed to the front of the team with the regiment squad. After climbing for more than ten meters, the crusade tank head lifted high, and then a head-down crawler rolled onto the gentle muddy ground.

"My God! **** Christ!" Edwood whispered in a voice he couldn't hear clearly. Immediately he grabbed the collar of the staff at his side and growled loudly at the other party. "Remington, didn't you say they were paratroopers? Only 37mm anti-tank guns? So what are these?"

In the direction of Edwood's finger, a group of blue-gray painted tanks, lined up neatly with a shock formation, approached them slowly. Behind the group of tanks, there were countless tanks and armored vehicles continuously flowing from far away. The edge of the woods was gushing, and a blood-red German Army flag was flying high on the leader's semi-tracked van. (To be continued.)