Panzertod
The smoke had cleared off of the battlefield, somewhat at least, and Ernst was able to see what havoc the SS snipers had wrought.
Three of the five approaching tanks had their Russian commanders draped on the hull, all dead. One of the K tanks was mired down in the wet mud that surrounded Kursk, and the second T-34 wasn’t doing much better. The driver kept on attempting to steer around the stagnant pool , but the treads were almost willfully sticking to the muck, throwing gobbets of the filth up in the air as he gunned the engine harder and harder.
Ernst turned on his Vampyre sight with his right hand, and the evening battlefield became a glow of green and yellow. He could see the soldiers scurrying around, but they were not his prey, let the SS a-holes take care of them. Just because he didn’t have blue eyes didn’t mean he wasn’t one of the best shots in the world.
A KV-2 lumbered towards his bunker location, the massive howitzer ready to unleash hell on earth when it fired. From his hidden location, he snickered, while the crews of the tank thought of it as a land dreadnought, he knew for fact that there were many things such a huge tank feared. The diving Stuka, or the Henschel 129 airborne tank killer with its gun, almost the same size as the tanks on the ground !
…and Himself. He was possibly the most fearsome of the tank killers, light, maneuverable , and heavily armed…able to be at any war point within a moments notice, and cradling the state of the art 16mm anti-tank gun called the “Panzertod”.
In the recent ridiculous experiments with nuclear energy, something he knew would never work, it turned out that the rods used to charge some of the fields were actually denser than steel. U-235 would penetrate the thickest of the armor of any tank in the field, and the resulting blast normally levitated the turret all the way off of the Stalingrad armor. One shot, one kill.
The rounds were incredibly heavy, though, and each of the drums that he carried weighed as much as his bergenpack. He also seemed to be having a fair amount of lower back problems, though it couldn’t be due to the massive gun, as the Abwehr scientists and engineers had constructed a strapped on support that allowed him to hold the anti tank rifle, sight it, and fire it…all without a squad.
Just yesterday, an entire group of T-34’s had fallen under his sights, and they lay ten kilometers back in the rubble of the city.
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