Renn, who was still on the road, quickly lay down on the ground, grabbed the telescope in his chest, pressed the sound device on his throat, and shouted loudly: "No enemy was found at ten o'clock! No one was seen at nine o'clock!"

Then he adjusted the direction of the telescope, but only saw a stream of black smoke: "The direction was blocked by black smoke at 11 o'clock! Beware of that direction!"

"Car No. 124! Cover the back! We were attacked! God!" Marcus, who had already driven to the front of the big crater, shouted loudly: "I am right in front! No enemy was found!"

"This...his...No. 2...5...This is...Car No. 125..." A weak voice appeared in the headphones. It was the captain of the No. 125. His voice looked a little panicked, but he was more confused: "I...we... were hit..."

However, the thick smoke around Car No. 125 quickly dissipated, not like the combustion of Car No. 125 itself, but the dust and smoke formed by the explosion.

"No enemy was found!" The voice of the commander of the No. 115 car came from the headphones: "My *mom* is outside! I didn't see the enemy!"

Ren also straightened his body and carefully searched for the direction where the enemy might appear, but found that everything was surprisingly quiet: "The smoke has dissipated! No enemy was found!"

"This is Car No. 112, it's safe in front of you!" Marcus also reported.

Renn jumped out of his tank and ran towards the injured No. 125 tank. He moved his pace carefully, looking a little timid, but he finally approached No. 125 tank. Then he turned around and shouted to the commander of the bold No. 115 tank behind him: "It's a mine! Not an attack!"

"Marcus! You are responsible for the alert!" Carter ordered while drilling out of his turret: "Leave it to tank No. 124 behind."

Everyone ran out of the car, looked around, and stood by the roadbed to look at the No. 125 tank in the mud. The mine broke the track of the No. 125 tank and also exploded a load-bearing wheel. Rennes climbed onto the tank and was helping to pull out the unlucky leader of the No. 125 vehicle out of the hatch door.

He walked through the armpit of the No. 125 carriageman with his hands, holding the head of the carriageman's chest and dragging him out of the tank. When he saw someone coming to help, he immediately shouted: "Don't come over! There may be mines! Stand there and don't move."

After another 40 minutes, after being in danger, the 1st Company remained still in place. The driver of the No. 125 tank was injured in the head and sprained his ankle. Their tank was damaged due to the broken track and the load bearing wheel and did not have suitable tools to repair it, so they could no longer continue to attack.

The situation is very simple now. Tank No. 125 can only be thrown here and wait for the troops behind to come up. They cannot throw a wounded tank here. If they encounter a defeated Polish army, they will be very dangerous - although the probability is very small, they still dare not do so.

"Okay! There are two ways now!" Carter thought for a while and said, "The first way is that we are all here and wait for the troops behind to come up! The second way is that we leave a tank to cover them, and the other tanks continue to move forward and implement our original plan."

"Let's stay." Marcus thought for a while and said, "We only have one platoon of offensive forces. Even if we can conquer that town, if we encounter a counterattack, we still don't have the ability to defend it."

Renne thought with his hands on his chin and pointed to the mark on the river behind the town and said, "If we take the town and continue to attack forward and take this bridge, we can narrow the defense."

"This river is not small, but infantry can swim. What should I do with my flank?" Ensign Polk looked at Renn and asked at the thin lines on both sides.

Renn laughed and pointed to the town by the river and replied: "I used this method in school. We ambushed a tank in the town behind. If the Poles crossed the river with infantry, they must have lacked heavy weapons. One tank is enough to drive them back to the other side of the river."

Polk glanced at Renne and felt that the young man with small freckles on his face had a good idea: "Yes! I think this can be done."

"Then do it!" Katitou said.

At 11 o'clock noon, they had a simple lunch. The five tanks in the first platoon left behind the 124th and 125th tanks of the 2nd platoon and set out toward the town in the distance. The unlucky platoon of the 1st Company of the 3rd Armored Regiment of the 3rd Armored Division of the SS all withdraw from the battle.

...

"Captain, Lieutenant Polk. The reconnaissance is clear." Rennes, carrying a submachine gun, climbed over the low wall, jumped back to a collapsed yard, ran to Carter and others, and whispered: "About 100 Polish infantrymen are resting on both sides of the street. There are 4 cars, one on the street, and three on the end of the street are close to us. The bad thing is that they have two Renault ft-17s, and the location is very bad. We can kill at most one first."

"Of course there is good news, they are very chaotic and there is no warning." He said, drawing a brief map of the entire town street on the land: "And they did not plan to set up defenses in the town, so most buildings are safe. I was afraid that they would find it, so I dare not get too close."

"It's already very detailed. Thank you for your hard work, Sergeant Renne." Carter patted Renne on the shoulder and then began to arrange a mission: "Renne has the only record of firing a tank here, so his tank will kill an ft-17 tank as soon as possible, so that our threat will be reduced by half."

Then he looked at Marcus: "I followed him, cover his left, you followed me, cover our right, and rushed in all the way. Cut them open, drive them out of town with machine guns, and drive them to the railway bridge."

Then he looked at the captain of the No. 114 tank: "Your tank is loaded with grenades. If there are infantrymen who are fighting back, you are responsible for dispersing them. Lieutenant Polk! Your tank back. Is there any problem?"

"A few tanks are lost to allow us to retreat?" Renn asked, standing up.

Carter was stunned, then nodded and said solemnly: "If we are destroyed three tanks, the rest can retreat and set off!"

"Andre! Go to the ft-17 tank at the intersection of the street. You must destroy it as soon as possible. It is the only big guy who can threaten us. Don't miss it this time." Running back to his tank, Rennes said to his gunner Andre as soon as he got on the car.

"But I missed the last time." Andre said with a frown.

"Then don't tilt this time! Or I'll tell you to squint Andre." While pressing the throat sounder, Renn complained to Andre. Then he touched the throat sounder and ordered loudly: "Bruce! Armor Piercing Bullets! Check the ammunition! Bowman! Start the engine and rush in directly! The fastest speed!"

After crossing the low courtyard wall and rushing onto the road leading to the town, Rennes' tank drove up a short uphill, and then rushed down a long downhill quickly. The Polish defenders in the town finally discovered the nearby German tanks.

"Ren! Idiot! You rushed too fast!" Carter's voice rang in his headphones: "You exposed us in advance."

"Go forward! Bowman! We are discovered! Speed ​​up!" Renn looked at the narrow scene in the periscope and ordered loudly: "Andre! Aim! Their tank hands are drilling into the tank!"

"Stop! Bowman!" Renne shouted loudly: "Stop!" The tank swayed and stopped at the entrance of the town's alley. The scene suddenly became quiet. The panicked Polish defenders looked at the German tank that brought a burst of dust, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Fire the cannon!" Renne raised the corner of his mouth, with a bloodthirsty smile, and the small tiger teeth in his mouth were slightly exposed, like a hideous devil.

"Boom!" Tank No. 113 opened fire. The shells flew over a short distance with a whistling sound and directly drilled into the body of the ft-17 opposite, bringing up the dust around the ft-17 tank. The powerful force pushed the light tank produced in France and trembled.

The explosion of flames had not yet broken through the iron plate of the tank, but the tank had already burst. The turret was pushed into the air several meters high due to the explosion, and all the Polish soldiers around were swept to the ground by the shock waves - and then, the tragic explosion sound came over the distance.

"Hit! Andre! Good!...Bowman! Drive quickly! Go forward! Quickly!" Renn cheered loudly, and then gave the order. The No. 113 Leopard tank roared again, and a stream of black smoke emanated and continued to sprint forward.

The cry of the electromechanical Clark came from the headphones: "God! Poles are everywhere! I'm going to fire!" Then the guide machine gun in front spewed out the flames and swept the Polish soldiers in front of them to the ground: "My God! I... I... killed ten! No, at least twenty!"

"Andre! Beware of the direction at two o'clock! There is a TF-17 tank over there! Be careful! There are infantry on the side! Bowman! Don't slow down! They want to lean over!" Renn put his face on the periscope and observed back and forth. He looked through the narrow gap and saw that the surroundings of his tank were full of Polish soldiers, densely packed everywhere.

For a moment, Renn's face turned pale, his breathing began to become rapid, the scenery in front of him began to twist, and fragmented horror fragments began to flash through his mind.

He picked up his pistol and shot at one person who had his hands tied back, until he had completely shot the bullets in the magazine. He stumbled out of the dim door with the pistol that had empty the magazine. An officer read a piece of content that made him vomit continuously with expressionless expression on his face. At this moment, there was only a buzzing sound in his ears, as if everything in the world had gone away from him...
Chapter completed!