Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Tank Hunter ❯ Chapter 1

The Tank Hunter

 

 

The panzershreck flashed and roared, but its 88 Millimeter rocket did less than dent the Russian made T34's armor. Like a maddened beast the T34 charged the ditch. One man rose to run. “Halt Halt!”

Suddenly a burst of gun fire dropped the man back into the ditch. The loader rose and attempted to run but was grabbed by his wounded friend. “Don't go!

Over come by panic the young soldier bolted leaving his friend to certain death. Not a minute later he heard the scream of his comrade. He dove head first into his commanders trench. “where did you come from?”

A witness to the act of cowardness answered. “The little man ran off left his friend to be mashed into the mud by that tin can”

“Shut your mouth! You would have done the same thing!”

“Gunter another tank!”

“find cover!”

Gunter snatched up the panzershreck. The tank turned and he fired into the lightly armored side of the T34. As the tank started to burn the remainder of the crew climbed out. “fire!” A hail 0f bullets hammered the tank crew. Even as the last man fell it began to rain. As they looked at the map a piercing wail cut through the sound of the rain. The loader had gone to the edge of the ditch and looked down at the crumpled body of his friend he left to die. “I let him die.”

“Idiot get down!”

Gunter tackled the man as an explosion went off. Snatching him by the shirt collar Gunter screamed into the mans face. “You stupid fool! You are alive you can still go on!”

no! I cant go on!”

“Then you will die! Make up your mind!

For a moment they just stared at each other neither saying anything. Then Gunter let go of him and he motioned to follow him back to the ditch. Suddenly the young man bolted away.

“You Halt!”

"no let him go. He is of little use to us.”

They were on their own nobody else was left Fritz loaded Gunter's panzersheck.- Wrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeee- “mortar!”

Suddenly there was an absence of sound and Gunter was being thrown through the air. He landed and went unconscious. What woke him up was the constant drumming of the rain against his face. “Fritz!” he looked around and his gaze fell upon the hole he had shared with him. Gunter quickly crawled to the hole. “My god.” He whispered. Through the trickle of blood in his eyes he could see Fritz. His legs were gone glazed unseeing eyes stared blankly at the sky. Cause of death was loss of blood. “NO. NO!”

Clank, clank, clank. A tank approached. Thinking quickly he grabbed the panzershreck and rolled into the ditch. Pulling Fritz's mutilated body over him. The tank stopped and he could hear voices. Russian voices. He peered over the top and was amazed to see the young soldier who had run away. He had been taken prisoner. As the Russian guard led him away he made a sudden turn around and grabbed the guard's rifle. Startled he didn't react and was shot by the young soldier. Taking notice the guards comrades grabbed up their rifles. But Gunter had his Mp40 ready. Providing covering fire to the soldier as he grabbed a magnetic mine and stuck it to the tank it slid right off. Cursing he picked it up and slammed it on the tank. And that was the last Gunter ever saw of the soldier as a tremendous explosion rocked the ground and the tank's side exploded. Gunter stared his eyes where the soldier should have been. Suddenly feeling sick. A voice called out. “Gunter are you insane get under cover they are attacking again!”

Gunter pulled back and prepared for what would become the soviet unions spring offensive that would smash the Germans and push them all the way back to Berlin.