A King Tiger heavy tank's tracks rolled over the trenches in the US positions. A trench more than a meter wide was nothing to a heavy tank and was easily crossed.
The US soldiers hiding in the trenches poked their heads out, trying to fire rockets at the tank's vulnerable rear.
But the infantry fighting behind the tank instantly riddled those US soldiers with bullets.
Though tanks were powerful weapons, they still needed infantry cooperation in combat. Tanks used their formidable armor to shield the infantry, while their fierce Tank Cannons cleared obstacles from the infantry's advance. At the same time, the infantry provided close protection for the tanks, preventing them from being attacked by enemy infantry.
It could be said that the German Army had already mastered infantry-tank coordination. This allowed the German military to sweep all before them on the battlefield, easily defeating even powerful enemies.
"Ah! Run! The German tanks are charging up!" a US soldier screamed.
Once the German tanks stormed into the US positions, huge numbers of US soldiers were frightened out of their wits.
The US soldiers who ran a little too slowly were doomed. They were directly crushed beneath the German tanks, leaving long streaks of blood across the ground. Even the gaps in the tracks were packed with bits of flesh. It was an exceptionally bloody sight, but on a cruel battlefield, no one cared about such things.
On the battlefield, there were only two kinds of people: one's own and the enemy. Naturally, the enemy was better off dead. Only by killing the enemy in every possible way could one ensure one's own safety.
As more and more German tanks surged into the US positions, the US defense line inevitably collapsed. The US soldiers in the positions simply could not stop