Ivan's No. 025 tank followed, and both tanks raced at speeds of 70 kilometers per hour. Other tanks could only eat ash behind them.

"Look! Libyan tanks!" rushed up a small hill from a hollow, and suddenly, Zheng Heben shouted.

In fact, when he saw the opponent's tank, the commander Zhang Lizhu had already seen it because the periscope was at a higher position, and he was silently adjusting the automatic command instrument of the artillery, and the gun commander Ding Dingshun also saw the other party and slightly adjusted the muzzle.

Everyone was a little nervous, but more excited and excited, their hands and even their bodies were shaking.

It took a few seconds for Zhang Lizhu to report the sighting of the enemy's tank to the command.

Xu Jianhu ordered to shoot on his own.

Zhang Lizhu didn't even have a polite reply of "Obey the order, sir!", and immediately gave the gun commander an order: "Ding Dingshun! Angle coordinates 357, five thousand meters away, tail shelling armor-piercing bullets, ready!"

In fact, the Steel Dragon 001 tank no longer likes the commander to report the angle and distance to the gun commander, because the automatic artillery commander carried by the tank has long been calculated through the computer, as long as the commander uses the mouse or fingers on the touch screen to determine the target to be hit, all the data will be displayed on the screen in front of the gun commander instantly.

The reason why he shouted like this was only because he was excited, and it was also a habit formed by controlling the 59 tank before, and he felt that only by roaring like this could he be energetic and vent his nervousness.

Ding Dingshun replied loudly: "Yes! The angle coordinates are 357, the distance is five thousand meters, and the tail is deshelling and armor-piercing, and it is being prepared...... , ready to go!"

In the same way that the commander doesn't need to roar, the commander doesn't need to respond loudly, he just needs to tap on his own screen to take orders. Then the automatic artillery commander and the gun commander jointly adjust the muzzle, which is aimed at the target specified by the commander. Once this is choked, a small red box will appear on both the Gun Commander and the Commander's screens to circle the target, meaning that everything is ready to fire a cannonball if the Commander gives the command.

But both of them have the same mentality at the same time, and they are a little uncomfortable with such automation and operation, so they still roar over and over again, and use the local method and the new method together.

Because the gun commander had already fine-tuned the muzzle pointing, the automatic commander locked on to the target without much adjustment to the muzzle.

Zhang Lizhu looked at the screen and saw that the small red box had already delineated the target he wanted to hit, so he shouted hoarsely: "Fire!"

In fact, he only needs to press the mouse to confirm, and the gun commander can open fire, and he can observe other enemy situations and look for new targets, so as to shorten the time to find and hit a second target. Of course, as a commander, he even had the right to fire in place of the commander of the gun.

Hearing the order to fire, Ding Dingshun had already pressed his thumb on the fire button and pressed it hard!

"Boom——, ——!"

Armor-piercing shells were fired from the muzzle of the gun and whizzed away, aiming at the target - the T72 tank in Libya running in front of the left.

With the sound of huge cannonballs, the speed of the tank, which was still racing, suddenly stopped, and the hull of the car bounced hard towards the back, and then continued to run wildly.

About a second later, tank 025, that is, the tank driven by Ivan, Govorov, and Arke, also fired an armor-piercing projectile, aiming at the Libyan T72 tank running in front of the right.

"Enemy attack!" Some of the Libyan tank troops in the distance saw the Lion Tank Division, and even more sharp-eyed soldiers saw a white line flying in the sky, and couldn't help but shout.

"Boom!" 125-mm shells exploded next to the tank, kicking up dirt that splattered several meters high, and a crater about a meter in diameter was blown out of the gravel ground. But because the shell was still a little away from the tank and did not hit the tank hull, this could not cause any damage to the heavily armored T72!

Tank No. 025 hit first, although the armor-piercing shell only hit the track on the right side of the target, and the track on the right side was blown into two sections, and the T72 tank advanced more than ten meters under the drive of inertia, and then lay there without moving, only the turret turned.

It can be said that as long as the tracks are broken, this tank will be scrap metal, at least in this battle.

Seeing that his tank had wasted an expensive armor-piercing bullet, Zhang Lizhu was very annoyed and said depressedly: "Groove! …… , Zheng Heben, slow down, forty miles!"

Zheng Heben Zheng Heben, as a driver, saw that the shells in the distance were only exploding next to the enemy tank, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost, and immediately responded loudly: "Yes!"

Zhang Lizhu shouted loudly again: "Ding Dingshun, come again!" Angle coordinates 356, 3.2 kilometers away, tail shelling armor-piercing projectile, ready!"

Ding Dingshun replied loudly: "Yes! The angle coordinates are 356, the distance is 3.2 kilometers, and the tail shell shelling and armor-piercing bomb is being prepared!"

He initiated the bomb supply procedure, and at the same time selected the tail deshelling armor-piercing shell at the request of the commander.

The tank's automatic reloading mechanism was then up to speed, and with a click, the shells were reloaded and the feeding program was green.

And the automatic commander of the artillery immediately locked on to the target according to the order of the gun commander.

Zhang Lizhu ordered loudly: "Fire!"

"Boom——! whoosh ——!"

The mouth of the tank's thick barrel erupted again, and the shells whistled away.

The whole tank slammed upward, and both tracks left the ground. Soon, it slammed into the uneven ground again, making a screeching sound of metal scraping, and the tank shook like a swing before quickly calming down.

All three people in the tank looked at the target with periscopes in unison, not even considering that the other side had already fired shells. And there was a tank aimed at their No. 038 tank.

It wasn't until he saw the flames spewing out of the enemy's gun that Zheng Heben stepped on the accelerator and turned sharply to the left where there was no tank. Driven by the powerful power of 1,800 horsepower, the bulky tank swooped to the front and side like a wild horse.

Zhang Lizhu and Ding Dingshun, who were paying attention to the results of the battle, were caught off guard, and the centrifugal force generated by the tank's high-speed rotation almost threw them to the ground, and the two of them scolded in unison: "Groove!"

But then they shouted in surprise: "We hit! We hit!"

Zheng Heben's eyes saw that the turret of the tank in the distance suddenly flew up and was thrown into the air, the barrel on the turret was tumbling in the air, and the smoke billowed from the hull without the turret, and a corpse without an upper body flew out of the car, rolled down in front of the front of the car, and was crushed by the inertia-driven hull......

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