"Goal 500 meters!"
"Hyper-explosive bomb ready!"
"The shells are loaded!"
"Target locked!"
"put!"
"boom!"
With a sound, a huge explosion sounded, and the cannonball swept across the night sky like a comet and fell into the crowd of the Independent Division of Namibia in front of it.
"boom!"
After the explosion caused by the high-explosive bomb, the thin shell on it was exploded, turning into pieces of killing weapons with high temperature, and scattered among the crowd. With the shock wave generated after the bomb exploded, the bomb landed three or four around. The ten-meter range was empty, and there were basically no living people.
The tank did not stop, and moved on. The instructor opened the barrel, exited the shell, and then quickly stuffed a new shell in: "The filling is complete!"
"Target locked!"
"put!"
With a blast, another shell hit the Namibian Independent Division in front. At a distance of 500 meters, the tank fired three shots, and abruptly exploded a gap in a road for the tank to advance.
The Namibian Independence Division is now a little confused. They are walking well on the road. There is a vague sound of cars in front of them, but they don’t care too much. Their own army is advancing, and in their own country, although there are frequent turmoil and rebels. The rebellion was also aimed at small-scale troops. He was a division with thousands of people and had never encountered it before.
But just now, suddenly a shell fell in their crowd, and then the company that walked in the front, there were about two hundred people, and there was less than one platoon, not even half a platoon left in an instant. nothing.
"Enemy attack!"
The commander's first reaction was that someone attacked them and prepared to fight back immediately, but his men responded faster than him. The black soldiers were scattered and fled by such a huge shelling power.
The people in front ran backwards like crazy, the people behind only heard the sound of cannons in front, but didn’t know what happened. After receiving the offensive order, they were ready to move forward. The people in front and behind were entangled in this way. Together.
When the second shell of Yu Zhiqian and others fell into the crowd, more people were killed. About half of the battalion’s soldiers were either killed or injured. Among them, more people were trampled by their own injuries. , The effect is surprisingly good.
After the third shell fell, the Namibian Independence Division, who was bombed three times by Yu Zhiqian and others, saw the real face of the attacker, a tank, a tank they had barely seen before, even if they had seen it. Just the tank seen on TV.
The sturdy barrel and thick armor, you all know that this guy is a bit uncomfortable. After seeing the soldiers who were planning to attack, most of them chose to continue running, and some chose to resist, and fired at the tank with rifles.
Some of the bullets were hit and flew somewhere unknown, and some of the bullets hit the tank's armor, ping-ponging, and sparking, but the tank was still moving forward quickly.
When the tank entered the landing point of the first artillery shell, there were corpses and wounded soldiers everywhere. Within a radius of about 20 meters, no one could survive. The position in the middle of the radius of 50 to 20 was everywhere. The wounded soldiers wailed and screamed, but no one cares about them now.
"Master, a tank attacked us!"
"How many tanks!"
"Just one!"
"What is a tank afraid of, it blows him up directly!"
"Yes!"
After receiving the order, a black officer immediately ordered the RPG to be taken out and prepared to attack the tanks of Yu Zhiqian and others.
"Head, there is a suspected anti-weapon tool, at eleven o'clock!"
"Roger that!"
Yu Zhiqian immediately poked his head out and pulled the bolt of the machine gun vigorously, aiming at the position at eleven o'clock. The machine gun on the tank became the death god of these black soldiers and began to harvest their lives.
The position of the tank machine gunner is protected. The machine gun has a baffle on the front and a hatch cover at the back. There are also baffles that can be raised on the left and right sides to ensure the safety of the machine gunner. This design is after the Iraq war. The Americans summed it up.
At eleven o'clock, several RPG controllers just ran to a position less than 150 meters away from the tank, and a row of bullets came over. One of the operators hit his waist with a machine gun bullet. , Stopped him in the middle.
Yu Zhigan did not find the target for the time being. After all, 150 meters at night, it was too far, and Yu Zhigan could not see at all. He could only use his own experience to slowly move the muzzle, a little bit of lateral movement, and 200 rounds of ammunition. After Yu Zhigan was empty, he quickly raised the head of the machine gun: "Give me the barrel!"
"coming!"
Next, I handed over a barrel. Yu Zhigan was wearing tactical gloves, but he still felt very hot when he touched the barrel, and he couldn’t take care of that much. Yu Zhiqian quickly took down the hot barrel and threw it away. , After putting the new barrel on.
Reassemble the machine gun, take out a long bullet chain, and load the bullet after it is installed: "Is there any target!"
"At eleven o'clock, thermal imaging detection, about three people!"
"Received!" Yu Zhiqian once again adjusted the muzzle to the target position, continued the operation just now and moved his machine gun laterally a little bit slowly. This time the effect achieved was much better than the last time. The group was holding RPG. The guy had loaded the rockets, squatted halfway and prepared for the tank to get closer, and immediately opened fire.
But death's sickle swept across their heads once again, and the two black men carrying RPG were killed by Yu Zhigan. Only the last one had to hide in the pit and dare not show his head, and missed the best mobile phone meeting.
Around Yu Zhiqian there were bullets hitting the baffle from time to time, but they failed to penetrate the baffle. Yu Zhiqian slowly fired all the two hundred bullets and retracted into the tank compartment.
"Speed up and run over, there are a lot of people!"
"Yes!"
John continued to increase the throttle. Yu Zhiqian now regrets not having exchanged for a Leopard tank. The American M1A2 tank is a heavy tank, but the speed is not very fast. The Leopard tank, which is also a heavy tank, has sacrificed its armor thickness and increased it. Speed.
In modern warfare, if a tank is not equipped with an external device, it is basically difficult to hold the power of a rocket. New steel plates have been researched, but no major breakthrough has been made, so the tank has begun to change from armor thickness to speed. , As long as I run fast enough, you can't beat me, that's the reason.
The tank began to accelerate and rolled over some wounded soldiers. The sound of the tank engine and most of the personnel in the cabin were wearing noise-reducing communication headsets, so they couldn't hear their wailing.
And after the speed of the tank was raised, it began to catch up with the blacks who had fled before.
Yu Zhiqian did not show his head, but closed the hatch. The distance was too close. If you encounter an unfavorable grenade, what should you do if you throw it in
So Yu Zhiqian closed the hatch and sat inside the tank, watching John's operation.
The tank rushed into the fleeing crowd, and Yu Zhiqian saw through the commander's observation mirror the black people in front of the tank who were madly escaping, as if they didn't know how to escape.
Seeing the tank chasing after him, but instead of fleeing towards the two wings, he chose to continue forward. A small part of the people in front chose to run to the sides, and more crowded forward.
Going forward and running fast, they can't run the tank. When the tank catches up with them, they are directly hit by the tank, and then the tank's tracks are crushed over them. After the body is passed by dozens of tons, There is only a pair of skins and all kinds of minced meat.
It took ten minutes for a tank to shuttle through the crowd. Yu Zhigan didn’t know how many people were killed, but at least two to three hundred people were killed. Yu Zhigan looked at the empty road ahead and looked at the instructor curiously. : "Instructor, why don't this group of people know to run to the sides?"
The instructor pushed open the door of the door, a pungent bloody smell came, and he had to keep the door closed and then turn on the built-in air conditioning system to let off the bloody smell. It was too unpleasant. I smelled this smell for the first time. People, it is impossible to stop without vomiting the acid in the stomach.
"Remember your recruit training?" After the smell faded a little, the instructor looked at Yu Zhiqian.
After Yu Zhiqian heard it, he thought about it and nodded. When he was a soldier, he just didn't catch up with the restructuring. At that time, the veteran still bullied the recruits, so Yu Zhigan's memory of the recruits for a few months is still fresh.
"Remember the courage training?"
"Tank lying down?"
"Yes it is!"
One of his comrades-in-arms before Yu Zhiqian's mind sounded. After seeing the tank, his legs were soft and he didn't dare to move, much like the TV series I am Li Erniu in the special forces.
The instructor pointed to his head: "When people are frightened, many of their behaviors are subconscious. For example, in a car accident, some people stand still and dare not move when they see a car crashing. They are frightened. People are too scared to escape, but they have forgotten the way to escape!"
The tank rolled out a road from the crowded section. The blood stains on the track did not slowly disappear until the tank had driven two kilometers away. The chasing soldiers were no longer visible behind him, but a scream could be heard. .
In the encounter of the Namibian Independence Division, which lasted less than fifteen minutes, a total of nearly 1,000 people died. The entire force was directly attenuated by nearly one-fifth, and some soldiers ran away. The division commander looked at the tank that was flying away. Although his teeth were itchy with hatred, there was no way. He had no tanks or helicopters.
There are only a few armored vehicles and pickups, but these vehicles can only go to death when chasing the tanks, so he also cut his mind on revenge.
"Sir, I just received the news from Windhoek that Geganbu killed Falcao and he is back again!"
"That damn old man is not dead?"
"not dead!"
"..."
ps: On the last day of April, the 4D update will begin tomorrow. I wish you all a happy May Day in advance. (End of this chapter)