Chapter 846： Italian? do not worry

In history, Sherman tanks have had countless modifications. The later models have developed very powerfully, but the initial models are still a scum.

The Americans are proud and feel that their equipment is very good, but now, when used on the battlefield, they can discover how tasteless it is.

Today’s only result was shot from the side. When they hit the front of the Panther tank, they could see that they had hit several consecutively, but they just managed to get it down!

This kind of result is unacceptable to them.

"The American tank gun is not as good as our 17-pounder. If our 17-pounder can be mounted on a Sherman tank, it would be great." Aside, another general said.

If it is the nemesis of German tanks, it is definitely a 17-pounder gun. Unfortunately, with the loss of the homeland, this gun has been difficult to see.

"By the way, in the daytime battle today, the American M5 anti-tank gun successfully destroyed the Panther 3 tank, and it was destroyed from the front!" Another person suddenly remembered something, this is the first time. Your own anti-tank gun destroyed the opponent's tank from the front!

Therefore, since there is no 17-pounder gun, simply install the M5 anti-tank gun, which can also be used temporarily.

Although the caliber of the two guns is the same, they are both 76.2 mm, but in terms of effectiveness, the M5 gun is definitely more powerful! Just look at the length.

"So, can we mount the M5 gun on the tank?" Montgomery asked.

Hearing his question, everyone looked at each other. This is not so easy. Look at the current Sherman tank. The barrel on it is quite short, while the M5 anti-tank gun is too long, and the pharmacy is different. , It’s not so easy to install.

Historically, the British installed their 17-pound anti-tank gun on the tank, and still had to make the propellant cartridge smaller to complete the integration. As a result, the power of this gun was less than the towed anti-tank gun.

"We have a few technical experts who come from here, they can give it a try." said a deputy.

As King George VI showed off his banner in Egypt, some people who were unwilling to go with Edward VIII were still trying their best to come to Egypt. Today, several experts from the Royal Ordnance Institute came here.

Montgomery nodded: "Well, let them try, even if it is to dismantle the turret and use only the Sherman chassis, we must complete the modification as soon as possible. We need weapons that can completely restrain the German tanks."

What can't it? I'm afraid I can't think of it, I can't do it, so I keep the Sherman chassis, and the top is made into a convertible. You can definitely install the M5 anti-tank gun!

To say that Sherman is excellent, I am afraid that the performance of the chassis is still good, but unfortunately, it is too high!

Having just said this, a general took a telegram and hurriedly walked in: "Well, the Germans launched an attack on our Mitria mountain range at night, and the Indian division there is in danger of collapse at any time! "

It is not easy to fight at night, and identification of friend or foe will become a problem. Germans usually use armored forces to attack. Therefore, they rarely have the practice of night sneak attacks.

Tonight, an accident happened suddenly.

The southern region, which has always been thought to be a soy sauce player, is constantly welcoming battles!

Montgomery stood up abruptly, and while walking towards the sand table, he said hurriedly: "Is it a night attack by German armored forces?"

"No, the infantry came, the Italians attacked us."

It's an infantry, or an Italian! Hearing this, Montgomery relaxed: "Let the South African division at the back support them!"

The fighting power of the Italians has always been obvious to all. They must have taken the wrong medicine tonight, and they took the initiative to attack. It must be because of the defeat during the day, but at night they want to find face. That's good, let them meet again. Wall!

Montgomery really didn't care too much. He just thought it was a nighttime harassment. He didn't know it. Soon, he would be annoyed by his negligence.

Compared to his opponent, Rommel at this time was still relatively relaxed.

The lights in the headquarters were still on, and they were listening to the report from the front.

"As the vanguard, the Italian Infantry Division has already rushed to the position of the British army and is fighting the British army."

This news caused Marshal Graziani to be stunned. How could this be possible? Still fighting?

You know, it's not clear how strong your own troops are. In short, there will be no hand-to-hand combat. The blood splattered on the spot is not suitable for Italian gentlemen.

"Order the rest of the infantry divisions to press on me!" Rommel said: "Tonight, we must take the Mitria Mountains! If you can't take it, then no one will come back!"

Tanks are not omnipotent. In the mountains, tanks are greatly restricted, especially the Mitria Mountains, where the mountains on both sides are steep and only the road in the middle can pass. If the tank troops pass rashly, they will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Rommel had long been thinking about how to use infantry to attack, and now he just used the Italian infantry.

"Our team, how about the casualties?" Marshal Graziani asked the complicated thoughts that forced his heart.

The blood flowing on the front lines is all the blood of Italian soldiers!

"The casualties are unclear, Marshal."

Only after the battle is over and the soldiers returned can the casualties be counted. It is impossible to know now, especially at night.

Marshal Graziani relaxed a little, as long as the casualties exceeded 10%, the Italian division was in danger of collapse. Now, since it is still fighting on the front line, the casualties must be minimal.

He could only comfort himself in this way. At this time, he still didn’t know that the casualties of the death squads that rushed to the front had reached 30%. The soldiers who were still fighting, and even many of them, lost the lottery. I still have to work hard!

Donatello reached out and took the magazine from behind him, only to find that his back was empty!

Before departure, each person was equipped with eight magazines, four on the side behind him, plus the original gun, a total of nine, each with 32 rounds, that is to say, this evening A total of nearly 300 rounds of bullets were consumed!

As for the enemies he killed, he didn't count them carefully, because he couldn't count them anymore, but at least, there were more than a dozen.

Now, there are no bullets!

How to do?

Of course, you can't be idle, and quickly touch other weapons from the ground!

He bent down, wanted to take the rifle in the hand of a corpse on the ground, and hung up the bayonet. It would be more enjoyable to kill!

However, just when he wanted to pick it up, he suddenly discovered that he didn't hold it, the other party was actually holding it to death!

"Boom!" Not far away, a grenade exploded. With the bright light, he saw the blood-stained Indian soldier lying on the ground, and suddenly opened his eyes, revealing his white teeth.

In an instant, Donatello understood that this guy, like himself before, pretended to be dead if the situation was not good! But now, there is a murderous look in the opponent's eyes!