Rat-a-tat-tat! On the Russian positions, two Maxim machine guns fired madly at a German tank. Dense bullets struck the tank's armor like a torrential downpour, ringing out with clanks as sparks flew.
Yet the tank seemed utterly unaffected. It continued forward through the Russian fire.
"God! How can our enemy be so powerful? Are they all devils?" A Russian soldier's face was filled with Panic.
In their eyes, anything even heavy machine guns could not handle was perhaps a devil.
"Haha! Are these Russians fools? We've fought them several times already, so why do they use machine guns against our tanks every time? Do they really think machine-gun bullets can pierce tank armor?" The Tank Commander wore a mocking expression.
"Who knows? In any case, our orders are to kill these Russians. Whether we blow them to death with shells, shoot them dead with bullets, or crush them beneath the tracks, it's all the same. As long as these Russians are dead, we've completed the mission," the driver said indifferently.
Indeed, for these battle-hardened armored soldiers, they had already gone through several tanks, and had become completely numb to the war. Their weapons had become instruments of slaughter. No enemy could withstand the assault of their tanks. At the same time, the tanks gave them the best protection, so once they entered the battlefield, all they had to do was kill.
"That's right. Our mission is to kill these Russians!" the gunner said as well.
"Then get to work, boys! Aim at the Russians' heavy machine guns. We may not fear them, but the infantry behind us does. Take them out and protect the infantry!" the Tank Commander ordered.
"Yes, sir!"
The tank turret began to turn and soon took aim at the Russian heavy machine gun. When the Russian