Since the distance between the two armies was only 200m, the French armored forces quickly achieved their goal, successfully circumnavigating both sides of the German army, although they lost another 4 tanks on the way.
"Scheisse (a classic German scolding, to the effect of his mother's)!" Wittmann couldn't help scolding as he looked at the French tank that had come to his side.
Although he is quite confident that the tiger's 80mm thick side armor inclined at 20° can block French armor-piercing projectiles, to be honest, although the caliber of French armor-piercing projectiles is a little smaller, they are also full of destructive power.
If you really can't wear your armor, I'll hit your road wheel. If you blow up your road wheel and make you unable to move, I have 10,000 ways to slowly kill you, the French commander thought.
"Boss! The French bastard has come around to our side, what should we do?!" Schmidt, who was operating the tiger in circles and trying to align the front armor with the French tank, shouted nervously, "Or we should step back. Come on! This will give us more time!"
"No! You can't go back!" Wittman frowned and refused. "There are infantry behind, and going back will kill them!"
"Then what should I do?" Schmidt's forehead was full of cold sweat. There were too many French tanks. Although he had aimed the front of the car at several tanks that had been circled to the side earlier, he also allowed several slow-moving tanks to gain Good firing windows - they're half surrounded, with French tanks flanking them no matter what.
Looking at the French tanks that were constantly firing at his side, Wittmann slammed the bench, and then, as if he had made up his mind, pushed the hatch on the top of his head and leaned out, facing the man hiding under the protection of the tank. Twenty or so soldiers asked, "Who of you has an anti-tank grenade?"
"We all have it! Sir!" Eric responded with a "Type II" anti-tank grenade drawn from his waist and waved at Wittmann, "We are all anti-tank trained! What help?"
"I want you to help us take down some tanks! There are too many of them, and they are too close to us. We are too busy to deal with them!" Wittmann said concisely.
"No problem, sir!" Eric nodded, and then ordered the soldiers behind him. He took the lead in rushing out of the cover of Car 1331 and charged towards the nearest French tank.
When the other soldiers saw the company commander taking the lead, they also took out their anti-tank grenades and followed.
"Germans! Be careful of those Germans! They have grenades!" The French commander saw through Wittmann's plan at a glance, and reminded his men loudly.
"Machine gun! Machine gun!" The French commander, who was shooting with milk, kicked the radio operator who was in charge of operating the radio and the machine gun.
Soon, one of the two 7.5mm M31 MG machine guns equipped on the tank rang (the other one was operated by the commander. Obviously, the commander did not have the ability to find the enemy, fire, reload and operate machine gun).
The machine guns killed a lot of infantry, and soon several German soldiers who could not dodge were penetrated by bullets and lay on the ground crying.
However, they also managed to distract half of the French tanks' firepower and most of their attention.
"Sauerei! (another German classic, meaning it's almost raised by a sow...)" Wittmann scolded, "Give me the most favorite of those machine guns!"
"Bah!" After a cannon shot, a French tank that knocked down three German soldiers in a row turned into a ball of fireworks. Unfortunately, it was hit by the ammunition rack.
The advantage of the closeness of the two armies was finally reflected on the German side. Eric, who was at the forefront, successfully got close to the effective throwing distance of the grenade.
Eric immediately fell to the ground, took a short rest and pulled the fuse of the anti-tank grenade in his hand, then crouched up and threw the grenade in his hand with a standard crouch throwing method.
The "Type II" anti-tank grenade, as an improved version of the "Type I", modified some of the problems exposed by the "Type I" grenade in the Spanish Civil War. For example, it can be thrown like a normal grenade instead of the "Type I" grenade. It has to be thrown out by throwing a discus, which greatly increases the hit rate. In addition to some problems with the "Type 1", the Type 2 also strengthens the charge and optimizes the design, and enhances its original weight under the condition of roughly the same weight. Armor breaking ability.
Unfortunately, anti-tank grenades are used to deal with light tanks and some lightly armored targets. The 60mm main armor of the B1-bis heavy tank is far from being penetrated by an anti-tank grenade.
So although Eric accurately threw the "Type II" anti-tank grenade on the B1-bis, it failed to cause any effective damage to the heavy tank.
Like the B1-bis shelling the Tiger.
"Damn it!" Eric shouted in disappointment, then fell to the ground again.
The other soldiers also threw their grenades to the French tanks, but unfortunately their grenades were either lost, or just like Eric.
The French tank took the opportunity to slaughter a group of German soldiers, and also successfully smashed a tiger-type road wheel, making it unable to move.
Seeing that the situation was getting more and more critical, Eric was sweating profusely.
Suddenly, an idea crossed his mind.
"Who has grenades? Who has grenades?!" Eric, who was lying on the ground, shouted to the ground in front of his nose.
"I still have!" A reply came from out of nowhere.
"Throw it to me!"
Soon, a grenade was thrown next to Eric.
Eric hurriedly picked up the grenade and held it to his chest, then cautiously stuck his head out to look at the French tank not far away.
"Cover that kid! Cover him!" Wittman saw the ghostly Eric at a glance, and he ordered loudly, "Attract the fire! I think this kid has found a way to kill the tank!"
"Bah!" Car No. 1331 spewed an armor-piercing projectile again, accurately destroying a French tank. The electrical engineer Varnay Ruigang even manipulated the MG42 in front of the car to shoot a series of bullets on the front armor of the French tank. of sparks.
Everyone knows that if the infantry still can't kill the French tanks, they may have to leave the infantry and retreat today.
Their armor-piercing rounds are about to run out.
After seeing that the Frenchman's tanks were successfully attracted firepower, no one paid attention to his side, Eric quickly rushed out of his hiding place, and then lay on his back in front of a B1-bis.
The B1-bis had no idea of the person hiding in front of the car, so the ground rubbed Eric's nose and drove over.
"God bless!" Eric stood up after the French tank drove past, kissed the grenade in his hand, and threw it towards the back armor of B1-bis.
Time seemed to be forbidden. Under everyone's attention, the grenade slowly crossed the sky, and then hit the back of the B1-bis with precision.
"Boom!" It ignited the ammunition and turned into the most splendid fireworks in the eyes of all the Germans at the scene.