Mostly Girls, und Panzer (Male Reader OC x Girls und Panzer)

The Hunt begins

Otto peeked out from his cupola

Nothing yet,

The Sherman he had destroyed earlier must've not been a scout.

His KwK 43 L/70 gun stuck out from the Belgian hedgerows like a branch

He sat, waiting for any potential prey

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Hours passed,

Both he and his crew were bored.

The American planes weren't present this afternoon,

The boredom almost made him wish that they were.

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Otto did another sweep of the horizon with his binoculars.

Still nothing,

The snow settled on the turret of his massive Königstiger

It lay still,

His crew kept performing maintenance checks on their gear, paranoid that they would break down before....

*grgrgrgrgrgr

Engine noises!

The crew, almost on thought, immediately ran inside the tank and shut themselves in,

Four Shermans broke through the trees,

Four more kill rings painted around his cannon barrel,

He wanted the whole L/70 barrel to be filled with kill rings before he was inevitably redeployed

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The first Sherman wandered directly into the sights of Gustav, Irma's gunner.

You always targeted the first Sherman, and then the last second to trap the rest in the middle, and then you closed the noose, and strangled them to death.

It was long barrel Sherman in the front, a choice that will only get you killed

Only a fool would go after the rearmost tank first, even if it was a long barreled one.

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"Panzergrenate geladen! (Armor piercing loaded)" the loader bellowed as the breech slammed shut.

He read Otto's mind,

It was Hans's only good trait.

"FEUER! (Fire!)" Otto barked to his gunner.

Without a split second to loose, the gunner fired the massive main weapon,

Gustav's shell arced so neatly through the sky, skillfully predicting the range and speed of the target, like he had for years.

The shell slammed home, shredding the Sherman's pathetic side armor.

The Sherman exploded,

and without being slightly distracted by the pyrotechnics of the Sherman's ammo magazine, Gustav immediately found the rearmost tank and aimed the barrel at it.

Hans grabbed another Armor-Piercing shell from the ready rack and loaded it into the King Tiger's hungry breech.

"FEU—"

*PSHHHH!

Blast! Smoke shells.

"I can't see the target, Obersturmfuhrer, might I suggest we move forward."

"Hm, Panzer Vor," Otto ordered his driver, Kurt

"Get us out of this smoke" he said calmly

"Jawohl!" Kurt yelled

The tank lurched forward.

Hm, those yanks want a brawl, huh?

Go ahead....