"Boom, boom, boom, boom," 80 Tiger King tanks flashed brilliant artillery at the same time, and the strong smell of gunpowder suffocated the armored soldiers inside the tank. The powerful recoil made the nearly 70-ton Tiger King heavy tank unable to help but bounce upwards gently.

The shells shot straight ballistics in the air, like lightning that roared into the sky, hitting the British tank 500 meters away. The ghost roaring sound made by the warheads and the airflow at high speed was clearly heard.

The shells fired by the Tiger King tank can destroy any Allied tank within 2,000 meters, not to mention a distance of 500 meters. At a distance, even gods cannot bless the British tanks.

80 88mm shells instantly covered dozens of unlucky British tanks. The warheads tore open the steel plates and drilled into the interior of the British tanks from the front and sides from the turret. The thick steel plates were smashed into deep holes the size of a washbasin.

"Bang,,,," the tank that exploded immediately bloomed orange flowers on the ground. The waves of heat ignited by the explosion were like ripples splashing in the air, spreading sticky to all sides. The burning giant flames rolled up a red dragon whirlwind, and the scorching smell ravaged everything around at this moment. The German tank hands seemed to feel the unbearable heat far away.

"Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom," the second wave of the Tiger King tank was launched. The Germans had no mercy. Under Major General Jack's order, they installed high-detonation armored shells that could explode inside the tank. They aimed at the British tanks that had not yet exploded and had already been damaged. This time, even the armored vehicles were not spared. In the last round of artillery attacks, the British armored vehicles, which were not listed as targets by the Germans, were also hit by the catastrophe. Just as the infantry on the armored vehicles were panicked by the sudden explosion of the tanks beside them, the German shells were like a man tearing up the paper and smashed the thin-skinned armored vehicles. The entire body of the vehicle exploded with millions of light, and together with the tanks next to them, they became scraps of steel.

After the two rounds of artillery bombings, all the British tanks that were still showing off their power and were all sold into piles of scrap iron and could only be sold in scrap shops for money. The burning metal chips and parts scattered inside the tanks covered the ground. No British soldier survived these two shellings, and was buried under the attack of German shells, or died in the flames of dying. Many people went to heaven before they understood what was going on, and went to peek at the angels for bathing.

"Long live, long live,,,,,,," the German tankers in the Tiger King tank burst out into a cry of soaring to the sky, and they all cheered for their victory this time. The tanks on their own side wiped out the British armored forces without any losses. Although the victory was a bit unlucky, victory was the first priority on the battlefield. Any conspiracy is the right thing to do, and the enemy deserves it if they die under the conspiracy.

Major General Black Jack, the commander of the Tiger King Tank Battalion, was so excited that he could not control himself, and he covered the joy deep in his heart like a tide. This was the first battle since the establishment of the Tiger King Tank Battalion, but he had achieved such a good victory. This was really a good start. Major General Jack was already fantasizing that the Tiger King Tank Battalion will become the greatest heavy tank battalion in German history in the future and will win a mythical battle history.

"General Jack, the reconnaissance team sent a telegram, and a large number of British troops appeared in front of them. They were rushing towards us at full speed." After hearing the emergency report of the reconnaissance force, the correspondent immediately reported the situation to his supreme commander.

This news was like a basin of ice black tea, which quickly cooled down the Czech major general who was still in the frenzy. "Ask the reconnaissance team how many enemies there appeared and let them report the specific situation."

"Yes!" The correspondent began to contact the reconnaissance team in front via radio. At present, the reconnaissance of the reconnaissance team became the only source of information for the Tiger King Tank Battalion.

A few minutes later, the correspondent received a report from the reconnaissance team and said to Black Jack in a hurry, "General Jack, hundreds of British tanks were found in front of him. There were also a large number of infantry and armored vehicles. The specific number could not be counted. The UK is currently driving to us. There are still dozens of Storm fighters working over the British troops."

"What, there are British planes, I hate it now." After Major General Jack learned that the enemy's plane appeared, his heart suddenly became cold as if he had eaten ice. No matter how many British ground troops there were, Major General Jack would not be afraid. He was very confident that in this plain area, his Tiger King Tank Battalion could come and go like the wind among thousands of troops, and take the enemy's general's head was as simple as lifting the beautiful woman's skirt. But when the plane came, he had no choice. No matter how powerful the Tiger King Tank was, he could not withstand the attack of the plane. After a violent bombing, the Tiger King became a bunch of tiger poop.

"Hey,,," After analyzing the gains and losses of the battlefield, Major General Jack also ordered helplessly, "Notify all tanks, a large number of Allied aircraft were found in front of us. We retreated along the woods, and the troops paid attention to air defense,,,,,,,,,,,,."

"Buzz, buzz," As soon as Jack's order was issued, the roar of aircraft propellers sounded in the ears of the German tankers. 28 British Storm Fighters appeared in the blue sky. They soon discovered the destroyed British tanks on the ground. The fighters fell down one after another, hovering in the sky, observing.

"Damn! These hairless beasts come so quickly. I'll fuck your grandma." Major General Jack cursed at the British fighter jets in the sky very unfamously. It seemed that his ideological and moral education was not successful, and he still needed to study hard and improve every day.

"General Jack, look over there, what is that, it seems to be our plane." A sharp-eyed tank hand pointed to another direction in the sky and shouted loudly.

Jack looked around and saw dozens of fighter jets without propellers appearing in the blue sky on the other side of the sky. The silver-black fuselage was like a seagull riding the wind and waves, soaring freely in the sky and speeding. The iron cross sign on the wings emitted a charming black light in the sun.

March 5, 1944, at 3:55 pm. Time forever recorded this historic moment. The epoch-making jet fighter appeared on the stage of war for the first time, and its appearance also announced the arrival of the jet era.

The attack formation composed of 25 Me-262 jet fighters was like lightning that cut through the storm, roaring in front of 28 British Storm fighters, and appeared in front of the German tankers of the Tiger King Tank Battalion.

The appearance of these 25 Me-262 jet fighters scared the British pilots. British pilots had never seen planes that did not fly with propellers, nor had they seen planes that were so fast. Almost in a blink of an eye, they came to the British, scaring many British pilots to get impotence on the spot.

Before the British could react, the German jet fighter formation had already seized the height, like a god of death waving a blood-red sickle and pounced on the prey in front. The sharp and harsh roar sound, and the metal fuselage was rubbing against the air at high speed, and the huge noise of pulling spreads in the sky.

"Bang, bang, bang" After flying to the shooting distance, the Me-262 jet fighter numbered 001 took the lead in firing, and the four 30mm cannons rushed out colorful beads. A storm fighter in front of them had no time to dodge, and was torn into metal debris by the air, and disintegrated in the air like an explosive balloon on the spot.

This unfortunate British Storm fighter also became a prey of sacrifice under the jet fighter. He will be remembered by future generations. Glorious! Glorious!

"Bang, bang, bang, bang," Just a few seconds after the jet fighter numbered 001 opened fire, the remaining 24 Me-262 jet fighter jets were not to be outdone, and the flames of the battle were shot out. The colorful barrage flew colorfully among the secrets of heaven, and small fireballs were like naughty children, flying all over the sky. In the lightning, several storm fighters flew up black smoke and rushed to the ground enthusiastically. In the sky, a few umbrella flowers bloomed, and it seemed that the British pilots were parachuted.

It was not until this time that the British pilots fully reacted. Only then did they realize that the dozens of extremely fast fighter jets in front of them must be the secret weapons of the Germans. The pilots of the British Royal Air Force are worthy of being the most elite air soldiers. They quickly recovered their will to fight from fear. They manipulated their fighter jets, raised their heights again, and faced the fierce enemy.

The clear sky became no longer calm at this moment. More than 50 fighter jets were entangled and fought together against the blue background. The heavy shooting sound of the cannon became the mainstream in the sky. The fighter jets on both sides sprayed out rainbow-like bright spots, flashing with the bright light in the sky at all times. In the flash of light, you can also hear the huge roar when the plane was blown up by the air. When the black smoke was thick, you can also see the injured fighter jets kissing the green ground with the black smoke.

The pilots on both sides used all their skills, like a real warrior, going to fight face to face with the other party.

However, British pilots soon discovered that this was an asymmetric battle. The Storm fighter jets they flew could not rear-end the German fighter jets at all. Rear-end was the absolute main tactic of this era. The German planes were too fast. Whenever the pilots of the British Royal Air Force successfully rear-end, two pillars of fire like cracks ejected from the buttocks of the German plane. Then, the German fighter jets rear-end were instantly escaped from the pursuit and escaped ascend to heaven.

The advantages of aircraft performance determine the outcome of this air battle. The German fighters gained an absolute advantage in a short period of time. The powerful firepower and absolutely terrifying speed of the ME262 jet fighter seemed at ease in this air battle of equal numbers. They made full use of the epoch-making performance of jet fighters to shoot down a series of storm-type fighters that seemed somewhat outdated. Although British pilots made every effort to reverse their disadvantages, all their efforts were ruthlessly strangled by the Germans.

This air battle that must have been recorded in history lasted less than 15 minutes. The British fighter jets in the sky were basically finished soon, while the Germans lost only two fighters. Only one British pilot saw something was wrong and turned around and wanted to run. But under the high-speed interception of dozens of jet fighters, he could not escape. After the pilot was forced to abandon the plane and parachutize, the German pilot performed aerial acrobatics very gentlemanly and then left proudly.

"Ah, long live, handsome,! I'll go as an air force too!" The German tankers on the ground witnessed this historic moment. They all cheered heartily, cheering for the warriors in the sky. The fighter jets that were still soaring in the sky seemed to find shouts in the woods and saw the excited figures of their army colleagues. They immediately raised the height and flew in the sky with difficult flight actions to celebrate their victory.

At this time, bursts of gray smoke suddenly emerged on the horizon in the distance, and the sound of thunder of the chariot engines sounded. The torrent of steel composed of hundreds of British tanks appeared in front of the Germans like a surging tide. Thousands of British infantry surrounded the tanks and cooperated in infantry battles. Hundreds of armored vehicles and self-propelled artillery loaded soldiers and advanced from the two wings of the tank cluster. The main force of the British army arrived at the battlefield still burning.

The German cheers stopped as if they were torn to death. The German tankers looked at the rolling steel cluster and looked a little timid. A strange look appeared in their blue and gray pupils.

"I informed all the chariots that the main British army was coming up. Let the Cheetah Tank Destroyer Battalion and armored grenadiers go up from the British flanks and attack the flanks of the British armored clusters. Then contact the fighter jets in the sky to cooperate with our operations and provide air firepower support." Black Jack gave his orders with a strong fighting spirit.

The correspondent immediately began to execute this order, anxious but very calm to contact all the troops via radio.

A few minutes later, the correspondent reported, "General Jack, the troops have begun to act according to your order. The fighter jets in the sky have also been contacted. Their commander, Major Mirell, asked me to tell you. He will provide air firepower support, and there will be 25 fighter jets coming to support later. He hopes that our army and the air force can work closely together to defeat the enemy."

Jack was stunned and muttered, "It turns out that guy Mirell is in the sky! The immortal crow actually came to the Western Front, which was really unexpected."

After shook the distracting thoughts in his mind, Jack picked up the communicator and shouted, "The whole army attacked,,,."
Chapter completed!