Where did His Highness Prince Philip go? Was he taken away by aliens? If so, we should cheer and applaud. The aliens have done good things for world peace. But the fact is that disasters usually live for a long time, and disasters like Philip will cause harm for thousands of years.

His Royal Highness woke up in the morning and took a look through the broken mirror in the room. He was very dissatisfied with his appearance. In the mirror, his hair looked like a chicken coop, his eyes had two big dark circles, his skin was not as delicate as before, and his beard was even more like a refugee.

In short, His Highness the Prince was very dissatisfied and urgently motivated to change all this. He immediately took action to search for beauty supplies in the houses and shops around him. His Highness the Prince was so fascinated that he unknowingly ran to the German territory. When he happily began to wash his face and shaved, the German army had occupied the key points around him and prepared to attack the department store.

Old Hemstrasse was really anxious and angry. He had never seen such a rude noble. In the blink of an eye, he had no sign of it. What was this? He defected to the Germans? Although he had always known that the Windsor family had been flirting with the Nazis, now that the Nazis are about to end before they go to join us. That is true love, right?

The only thing Old Hemstrard could do was order the combat engineers to find people, and then his troops were ready to defend themselves. God knew when the Germans would launch an attack. If they had known that this guy was like this bird, they would have sent three people to watch the idiot so that he would not run around.

Anyway, Old Hemstrasse really regretted it. He felt that he was still too optimistic and underestimated the degree of brainlessness of the Windsor family. Anyway, the old man regretted it now and his intestines were blue.

What's worse is that bad news comes one after another, and the outpost ahead tells him: "Dad, discover the German armored forces!"

"Tsk," the old man was speechless. He sighed, tried his best to stabilize his emotions, and asked, "How many tanks are there? How many infantry?"

The observation whistle seemed to exclaim: "God, what is that? A monster I have never seen before! My God, it is so big!"

Old Hemstral knew that the wish he had been looking forward to fighting with the German super-heavy tanks was realized, but God's time to realize this wish was really bad. With such a mess, he was not in the mood to devote himself to the battle.

The old man held a handful of snow from the ground, wiped his face hard, and then ordered: "Tell the support troops that the situation has changed, so let them speed up to take over the position. Tell the brothers of the combat engineers that we will not leave, and immediately build the position and prepare for anti-tank operations. In addition, let them count the equipment and tell me what anti-tank weapons are available. This time we are going to fight a big shot!"

The situation on the combat engineer side was not very good. As mentioned earlier, their siege assault guns were destroyed. The three T-34s that cooperated with them now have only one turret that can still move, at most they can be used as fixed turrets. As for individual anti-tank weapons, they do not lack RPG rocket launchers, but RPG has proved to be difficult to penetrate German super heavy tanks. The only thing they can expect is the 120mm recoil-free cannon issued by the top. Its armor-piercing power is enough, but the recoil-free cannon is a bit heavy and inflexible, and will be destroyed once it is discovered.

After some urgent discussion, the combat engineer agreed to the combat plan of Old Hemstral, and he dragged the siege assault gun that had been destroyed before to the center of the road. Although the assault gun was scrapped because of three iron fists on the top armor. The body of the vehicle was basically intact. With the help of its heavy armor, it can be used as a fire point.

"The enemy's target must be the department store. This is the commanding heights of this area. If we control it, we can push us back two blocks away. The department store must be kept!" This is the opinion of the company commander of the combat engineer company.

"I agree," Old Hemstral nodded, "Your people are responsible for defending the department store, suppressing the enemy's infantry, and we will solve the enemy's armored forces!"

The company commander of the combat engineer company asked worriedly: "Can you solve the enemy's super heavy tank?"

Old Hemstrasse smiled and said, "Of course!"

The commander of the combat engineer company went to arrange the defense line with satisfaction, but Tzerelov asked, "Dad, do you really have a way?"

Old Hemstrasse glared at his eyes and said angrily: "I have a big solution. If the combat engineers don't say that, they will not have the confidence to fight. Then the next thing is even worse!"

However, the cowhide has been blown out, so you have to fight no matter what, right? According to the old man's instructions, the combat engineer arranged the bazooka player on the roofs on both sides of the street. No matter how thick the heavy tank armor such as the e-100 is, the top of his head is always the gate. As for the 120mm recoilless cannon, it was arranged behind the destroyed siege assault cannon.

"Our mission is not to fight to the death with the opponent. Guys, I would like to emphasize at the end that we should not fight hard. The enemy's super heavy tanks are not something our firepower can deal with. Our mission is to attract their attention and let them focus on us, so as to create opportunities for shooting for the combat engineers on the rooftop. So the driver should pay attention next. Your mission is very heavy. Don't stop and keep the tank moving!"

This is what Old Hemstrard calls the dance tactics on the tip of the knife, using armored forces to attract the attention of enemy tanks and create opportunities for shooting for infantry anti-tank firepower.

"Battlehot players, all follow my command. Young men, your mission is very heavy and dangerous. I ask you not to shoot blindly, do a good job of concealment at the beginning, put the enemy's tank in, and finally emphasize it, be careful to be concealed!"

Putting down the phone, the old man poked out half of his body and used a telescope to observe the other end of the street. According to the report of the observation post in front, the enemy's tank should be coming.

The rumbling engine noise made Schwarzberg almost unable to hear any other sound, even if there was a sender, they had to yell. What's worse was that the e-100's engine was filled with thick smoke, and the dark smoke kept spraying out of the exhaust pipe, one after another. There was so much smoke that it could be seen even from a distance in the city.

Schwartzberg knew very well that the smoke and noise of the engine had definitely exposed his purpose. The Russians were not stupid and had definitely made targeted arrangements. This made Schwartzberg, who was preparing for the raid at the beginning, feel a little overwhelmed. Although the armor and firepower of the e-100 were powerful, the concealment was really poor. The loss was that it was snowing today and the enemy's air force activities were reduced to the minimum level. Otherwise, giant crawlers like the e-100 would be blown into scrap iron in minutes.

This is not without precedent. Schwarzberg had seen Russian attack aircraft accurately drop bombs and blow a mouse tank back to the state of parts. The attack was too accurate. The bomb almost ran straight to the mouse like eyes. The first bomb hit the rear of the car and instantly exploded the engine compartment. The second bomb also fell in the blink of an eye, which was more accurate than the first bomb. It hit the turret accurately, and then the mouse broke into pieces.

That attack left an extremely deep impression on Schwartzberg because he could not understand how the Russians did it. The attack aircraft had not entered the dive and had a flight altitude of more than 4 kilometers, which was completely launching an attack outside the strike range of their small-caliber anti-aircraft guns. How could such a level bombing be so accurate? Could it be that it was confused?

However, Schwarzberg soon knew that the Russians were not fooling around, because as long as the Su-6 launched an attack, there was no need to dive or lower the height, and it was so accurate every time. This fully demonstrated that the Russians did master some precise bombing method. But Schwarzberg didn't know it yet.

However, Schwarzberg also heard from some well-informed friends that scientists seem to be studying the accuracy of the Su-6 bomb. It should be that they used some kind of precise guidance weapon. As for what guidance is, it is not clear yet, but many have been ruled out. First of all, it is certain that it is not wireless guidance, because it is equipped with radio interference measures, but it is useless. Scientists and technicians believe that the Russians should have used wire guidance, otherwise it would not be so anti-interference.

But Schwartzberg sniffed the scientist's conclusions, and it was not that he deliberately looked down on these so-called scientists. Although he was not a scientist, he had eyes. As a veteran, he could easily see clearly that there was no tail behind his butt when the enemy's bomb fell from the sky. Moreover, the most basic scientific common sense also told him that at the speed and weight of the bomb falling to the ground, what kind of wire can withstand such a huge pulling force? If it was not to pull the wire by gravity, but to use some kind of wire release mechanism, then how fast it would be.

Anyway, Schwartzberg did not see such a threading mechanism under the wings of the Su-6. He carefully observed with a telescope that the Su-6's bullets were very ordinary, just the most common hanger, without those extra pieces.

Of course, it is their business for scientists and technicians to study. Schwarzberg cannot control it or control it, and he does not have the energy to control it. Now he just wants to fight well and survive as much as possible in this cruel war. He can foresee that this war will not last long, and persistence is more important than anything else.

"Please search and be careful of the Russians' bazookaman!" Schwartzberg gave instructions to the accompanying grenades. Obviously, he also knew what threats the most in this battlefield.

Street fighting is not afraid of you showing off your carriage, horse, sword, and axe. No matter how strong your defense is, you will have a way to destroy it if you are discovered. It is impossible to defeat your opponent with one or two weapons with an overwhelming advantage in 1945.

For example, super heavy tanks like the e-100 have unprecedentedly powerful defenses and unprecedentedly sharp firepower, but can you say that it is invincible? It can also be destroyed, but it is nothing more than how much it costs to destroy it.

So Schwartzberg had no luck, even though he knew that his tank was unprecedentedly powerful, he would be taught by the Red Army in minutes if he took a wrong step. If he wanted to survive in this cruel battlefield, he had to be cautious every step, and people who were not cautious could not survive.

The e-100 slowed down its marching speed so that the followers could clear the buildings on both sides of the street. Only when the threats in these buildings were cleared will Schwarzberg consider continuing to move forward. Blindly rushing into unfamiliar streets is a taboo in street fighting. Countless tankers have already used their lives to interpret this truth. Even if the e-100 rushes into this environment rashly, once the Red Army attacks it from the buildings on both sides, the consequences are that the e-100 has no choice.

Why? Because the elevation angle of the tank's main gun is limited, and the city's space is small, the tank's main gun's reaction speed is very limited at close range, and it is almost impossible to attack enemies above the fourth floor. At that time, I was really forced to be beaten and not fight back.

The German grenadiers began to clean up the house one by one. This was a patient and meticulous job, because you didn't know which house was hiding the enemy, nor did you know whether the enemy had set up thunders in the house. For the attackers, everything was unknown, and unknown means high danger. So to fight this point, the soldiers on both sides had completely lost any luck and moral integrity, and using grenades to open the way is the right way.

Explosions were heard one after another in the house, and houses were proved to be safe, but Schwarzberg did not relax his vigilance at all, and instead instructed the grenadiers: "Focus on clearing up roofs and buildings without roofs!"

Yes, only these two places can be used by the bazooka hands. Although the recoil-free weapon gives the infantry a strong firepower, its principle of no seat also destined that this weapon is not suitable for use in confined spaces. It is necessary to find space for the flames and counterweights sprayed backwards, otherwise it will be a true heart.

"The enemy is very careful," said Tellev.

At this time, he and Hemstrah were hiding behind the window facing the e-100 and using an artillery observation mirror to observe the enemy's movements. Of course, the focus was on observing the situation of the e-100. For the old man and Tzerelov who saw this monster for the first time, it was naturally amazing. The Germans were indeed very good at creating monsters.

Of course, the focus now is not on e-100, but on the enemy's infantry. If the enemy's infantry is allowed to clear out the houses on both sides of the street, then the previous combat arrangement will be in vain.

"It's our turn to come out!" Old Hemstral turned and went downstairs and said calmly: "Tell the artillery that you can open fire!"

As the Red Army's mortars hidden on the other side of the department store began to work, the German army's orderly clearance work was planned. A mortar shell hit the streets, landed around the e-100, and some even hit the houses directly, which forced the German infantry to stop the work at hand and find cover first.

"I know it won't be so easy!" Schwartzberg muttered and ordered: "Please pay attention, the Russians may have actions!"

Soon a t-54 rushed out of the hiding place. It quickly drove to the center of the road, and the gunner aimed at the direction of the e-100 and fired. Because it was equipped with a two-way stabilizer, this improved t-54 has a certain (limited) shooting ability during movement. Considering that the distance is very close, this bullet accurately hit the e-100's front face.

The armor-piercing shell made a loud noise on the turret of the e-100, but the significance was not great. Just a small hole was dug in the turret of the e-100, and the armor-piercing shell was crushed to pieces. This fully proves the power of the e-100 armor, and the Red Army did not need to continue wasting shells on its front face.

The e-100's counterattack was also very sharp. Almost as the t-54 left its original shooting position, the 128mm cannon opened fire. The shells were effortlessly pierced through seven cement walls before being stopped by the eighth wall. If the t-54 had not flashed, it would have been separated from the beginning and the end this time.

"I'll give it a go, this guy is so amazing!" Even Old Hemstral couldn't help but sigh.

The more powerful one is still behind! Although the gun was shot away, the e-100 was not affected at all and still stayed in place. It did not go to pursue it rashly. Moreover, it stayed in place without staring at it, but was firing violently.

The 128mm grenade fired at the suspicious target one after another, and one building after another was destroyed. In just three minutes, the guy demolished a building that blocked his view.

"Where is No. 867? Varianjin, your location!" Old Hemstral shouted on the radio.

The commander of the No. 867, Walianjing, replied after a while, "It's in a detour, but the Germans are very strict in their orientation. They have set up bazooka hands on the roof. I dare not fight!"

Old Hemstrasse's face became a little serious, because he knew that he had encountered a difficult opponent. Even when he launched an attack, the German commander did not forget to protect his flanks. It would be impossible to rely on the flanks to go around from the flanks to poke the chrysanthemums behind him.

"Return, don't do it rudely!"

Old Hemstral instructed Varianjin to retreat, and on the other hand, contacted the commander of the 832nd: "Anthony, what's your situation?"

"Everything is normal, or dad, we were scared and sweated. Have you seen the power of that armor-piercing bomb?" Anthony asked back with lingering fear.

"Calm down, child. You can't be scared by the enemy. The battle has just begun. I believe that as long as we keep moving, the enemy will not have many ways!"

"What if the bazooka hand is cleared?" Anthony asked again, "the enemy will drive straight in, and no one can stop it at that time!"

Of course, Old Hemstral knew the seriousness of the matter, so he formulated this set of tactics of dancing on the tip of the knife. He quickly ordered No. 888 to advance. When the enemy focused his attention on the clearing operation, he needed to come forward and involve the enemy's attention.

"Using grenades, armor-piercing bombs have no meaning," Old Hemstral warned Dzerelov, "Aiming at the opponent's walking device, as long as it can paralyze the enemy, it will be considered a victory!"

But things are not that simple. Unless you have the luck of being against the sky, it will be difficult to hit the enemy's track from the front hemisphere. Dzerelov was stuck on the front of the e-100's car with one shot. The explosion of grenades only shocked the e-100's crew. As for the damage? How could it be!

"Hurry and hurry!"

Old Hemstral said three times in a row. The driver almost knocked the accelerator to the bottom. No. 888 rushed out almost like a flying, smashed half of the wall and then escaped safely to the other side of the street.

It was indeed quite lingering just now. The 128mm armor-piercing projectile almost flew over the rear half of the turret No. 888. As long as it is a few centimeters, No. 888 will be shot in the head!

"Don't stop, go around and do it again!"

Just as the calf of the whole car was trembling, the old man actually ordered the driver to turn around and do it again. Damn, this is not a roller coaster, who wants to come again? But the old man's prestige is there, and his words are orders, even if he doesn't want to come again, he has to come again.

The driver rushed out again on the accelerator. This time he was obviously much faster. Although he could avoid shells, it was not good for firing. This time, Derelov was even more outrageous. The shells were more than two meters away and flew into a building to bomb several German devils who could not dodge.

"Bastard, why are you doing that hard? This time, you can drive more steadily, Tzerelov, don't adjust the cannon temporarily. If you don't have that time, fix the cannon, and when the enemy enters the scope, you fire!"

It was obvious that the old man was preparing to come for the third time. He would never give up until his posture was successful. At that time, Tzerelov and his friends were sweating in cold sweat, and they all felt that they were going to explain it to this day.

However, just as the old man was eager to try, the commander of the combat engineer company suddenly heard from the radio station asking for help: "Dad, we have been attacked by enemy tanks. The first line of defense has been lost. Please come and reinforce us quickly!"

Old Hemstrasse subconsciously glanced at the e-100 on the other side of the street. The enemy tanks were obviously here, but where did enemy tanks appear?

"Is it still a super heavy tank?" the old man asked.

There was fierce gunfire sound from the radio station, and the combat engineer seemed to be fighting fiercely with the enemy. In the gap between battles, the company commander replied: "It's not a super heavy tank, but an improved tiger king of the enemy. Two!"

In fact, this so-called improved tiger king is the e-50. This statement is wrong, because the e-50 is the successor of the Black Panther, and the e-75 is the successor of the tiger king. Of course, it is useless to say that these are useless at this time. Whether it is the tiger king or the e-50, not most of the anti-armor power has been transferred to the combat engineers on Old Hemstrasse's side to deal with it. At this time, the old man also understood the enemy's tricks, which is also a striking attack! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!