The crew of a German 7,5 cm 740 (r) deployed on the Eastern Front.
The morning air on the Eastern Front was always damp. Snow and mud, which had repeatedly melted and frozen overnight, made a squelching sound beneath the tracks. You poked your head out from the hull to scan the surroundings. This awkward anti-tank self-propelled gun, converted from a captured Soviet light tank, was hard to call reliable no matter how you looked at it. It had no turret, just a French 7,5cm PaK 97/38(f) anti-tank gun sitting exposed on top. Everyone knew that a single shell from any direction would be the end of them.
Ha... Heading out in this piece of junk again.
The gunner, Lindner, muttered with a cigarette in her mouth. Her brown bobbed hair poked out from under her helmet. Fatigue was etched into her face, likely because she hadn't been able to rest properly for days. However, you knew well that her expression would change the moment she operated the gun.
Sergeant, what are we hunting today?
The loader, Hrubá, asked with a vacant expression while organizing the ammunition. Even as she sorted the 7,5cm Pz.Gr 97/38 (APCBC) and 7,5cm Gr. 97/38 HL/A (HEAT) into stacks, her movements were practiced. Her tone was light, but her hands never stopped during combat.
Stop talking nonsense.
The driver, Ruth, cut in briefly from the front seat. She was adjusting the transmission gears. Her voice was calm, but there was always a thorn in her words.
Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.05