While Acardo and his staff were discussing how to deal with Italy's turnaround, a tiger tank was rushing towards several Soviet tanks on the front line.

Its black gun barrel aimed at a Soviet T-34 tank that was approaching this position, and then suddenly a ball of flame spurted out from the barrel, and an armor-piercing bomb hit the armor plate of the Soviet tank.

The huge explosion expanded from the Soviet T-34 tank, then flipped off the tank's turret, preventing the tank from continuing to move forward. However, on the side of the T-34 tank, another Soviet T-34 tank drove out and continued to move towards the wing of the Tiger tank.

"My God! There are too many of them!" The driver inside the Tiger tank complained loudly while reversing, while the electromechanical and mechanical engineers were constantly firing with their machine guns.

"Boom!" The gun barrel sprayed out huge flames again, and a shell hit the Stalin tank that was constantly firing here in the distance. However, due to distance, the deadly 88mm caliber shell was bounced out by the front armor plate of the Stalin tank.

"Damn it! Didn't penetrate the opponent's armor! No breaking through! Loading! Loading! Loading quickly!" The gunman's eyes moved away from the scope. He shouted loudly, asking his loading hand to quickly load new shells.

A shell in the distance rushed over in a straight line, hitting the thick front armor corner of the Tiger tank, and then with huge inertia, it was bounced into the sky. The terrifying impact force shocked the paint on the tank armor and some of the hanging tools, and the entire tank shook a few times with the shell.

"Oh my God! We were hit!" the loader shouted loudly with a pale face in fear.

"Shut up! Keep loading, we have not been penetrated yet! Cannon leader, destroy the Stalin tank! Otherwise we will be all done!" The captain frowned and ordered the cannon leader: "Prefer to destroy the Stalin tank that suddenly shot cold arrows! Be careful of the T-34 tanks around."

"Boom!" The cannon leader was not idle either. He decisively fired another cannonball of his own. The cannon barrel covered with white circles spewed out flames again, and the cannonball shone like a ray of light on the Stalin tank in the distance.

This time, the new tungsten alloy shell pierced the front armor plate of the Stalin tank, leaving a black hole as big as a fist on the heavy steel. Then the Stalin tank slowed down and finally stopped moving forward in front of a stone.

The flames gushed out from the gap in the tank, and then the ignited driver and the captain twisted out of the tank. While slapping the flames on their bodies, they made such a terrifying scream. Even if they couldn't hear the sound, they could tell how painful they were from their actions.

"Boom!" This time it was not the Tiger tank that opened fire, but the Soviet T-34 tank that had already gone to the side fired. The shell hit the side armor of the Tiger tank, and suddenly penetrated the armor and drilled into the internal compartment of the Tiger tank.

The torrent formed by the broken armor and the bounce formed by the failure of the power of shrapnel to completely disappear, causing Mars to splash in the entire cabin of the Tiger tank. The solid fortress immediately turned into a fragile cage, and the shrapnel pierced the loading hand closest to the bullet hole, and then easily knocked away the cannon leader's head.

Blood was splashing everywhere, and the temperature in the air began to rise sharply. Everyone knew that the fuel might have been ignited, so as long as there was still a breath, we should consider escaping from this steel coffin as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, the shrapnel not only killed the loading hand and the gun captain, but also knocked away one of the chariot's calf. The driver was lying on his seat and vomiting blood bubbles. The motorist, who was the farthest away from the place that was penetrated, was lucky to be uninjured.

At this time, only he could escape by chance, so he unwillingly lifted the hatch cover of his cockpit. The captain was struggling to stand up from his position, and no one else could hear anything else.

The mechanical and electrical engineer in front just stuck his head out of the cabin and was hit by a flying bullet. Then the unlucky guy sat back on his seat, but only the lower half of his head was left.

The temperature has reached a certain level. The diesel with a high ignition point burned and the flames have already burst out. The tank is now in danger of explosion at any time. The captain who has become a cripple touched the iron cross hanging on his collar with his hand, closed his eyes with a smile.

The huge explosion began, and the turret of the Tiger tank was too high to the air by this invincible energy, and then it fell vertically, just landing on the tank's body, but its position was slightly offset, so the state of the entire tank was like a person twisted his neck.

There was also a burning Tiger tank far away. The broken numbers on the turret were still vaguely visible. The g on the front of the vehicle body marked that the tank belonged to a certain armored unit of the G Army. However, it has been retired now. Because it was hit by a shell, several load-bearing wheels of the tank flew out very far.

Further apart, two tiger tanks were scrapped in the fields, one by one, and the other was destroyed by the enemy, and there were some burnt corpses around the body. Obviously, the crew members, like the burned Soviet tankers, were ignited before they jumped out of the chariot. They were unable to survive, leaving only an ugly shell.

Including the Tiger tank at the farthest, an ace armored company was wiped out in the retreating field. The Soviet army's crazy attack made it difficult for the German army to resist, and many troops paid a heavy price. Some main forces had to be disbanded and fill holes for some heavy losses. As long as there was a failure, these armored forces would be completely lost.

This tank company was ordered to cover the retreat of a nearby regiment of grenadiers, and eventually lost here. Before they were annihilated, they almost consumed 40 elite tanks from the 1st Guard Front of the Soviet main force. These tanks were not the kv-1s and the outdated T-26 tanks that made up the numbers, but the real real combat power T-34s and Stalin tanks.

The wreckage of 45 tanks were stored on these few square kilometers of land alone. Including cars and armored vehicles killed by German aircraft, there were at least 100 wreckages of various equipment within a radius of ten kilometers, burning steel everywhere, and scrapped machinery everywhere.

The German army had lost 9 Leopard tanks nearby, and an armored battalion was forced to give up its position due to these losses. The total number of Guderian's armored troops was declining rapidly... Of course, Zhukov, opposite him, had to lose more armored troops.

An armored regiment of the 1st Armored Division of the National Defense Force was forced to retreat due to too much loss. The 14th SS Division, which was temporarily divided into Guderian, also suffered heavy losses in the battle and had to return to the N-Group Army to wait for supplements. In other words, Guderian now had two armored divisions in his hands and were forced to retreat. At least at the beginning of the Battle of Kursk, his G-Group Army was suppressed by the enemy's armored forces.

Guderian and Zhukov both under tremendous psychological pressure. They are all the most elite troops in their respective countries. In order to build this elite troops, the Soviet Union and Germany have invested unimaginable manpower and material resources. These investments are now moving away like flowing water, and everything seems to be disappearing like smoke and clouds.

You should know that in Germany, many of the tank crews that lost more than ten enemy tanks were ace crews. Just to cultivate these elite armored troops, the German army has put in countless efforts along the way. But now, these aces are losing at a speed visible to the naked eye. If anyone is, anyone will vomit three liters of blood...

Many of the lost cars had met and even awarded medals in person. He knew the coaches of these cars and had lunch or dinner with many of them. Many of them were veterans who followed him from France. They had survived countless days and nights of battle, but lost their precious lives here.

Everyone knows that such heavy losses are too distressed, but besides the G Army, the most elite unit in the German armored forces, which unit can stop such a huge Soviet armored force from moving south? Isn’t it a pity that there is such a unit to lose here?

Moreover, you should know that Zhukov, the opposite side, is now even more collapsed. His main force going south is the last trump card of the Soviet Union. All of these troops are the most worthy of the Soviet Union. Now these thousands of tanks are lost at a speed of hundreds of vehicles a day. In less than a month, the hopes of this Soviet Union will be lost. But God knows, in a month, Zhukov will have how far he will be from Kharkov and Stalingrad.

Sitting in a jeep from the United States, Zhukov looked at the burning Stalin tanks on the plains, and he knew that they were the arms supplies that the entire Soviet Union had tightened his belt. And now all he could do was pass through these steel ruins and continue to move towards his goal.

God knows how long will this war that sheds the last drop of blood last; God knows how long will this largest tank battle in human history take to fight; God knows who will win in Guderian and Zhukov, and who will fall at the last moment—

Because Long Ling is probably insufficient, a group is already full, and many people have applied to join the group, but Long Ling cannot join everyone.
Chapter completed!