Tank!

Dewey's eyes widened suddenly, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Not only Dewey, but all the special combat team members couldn't help but be stunned, especially looking through the dust and smoke, and they could also see the logo of the Gehava army on the tank body!

This tank turned out to be from the Za army, and it still has five pairs of load-bearing wheels of the 59 type.

"Mardan's! 59 went down the mountain, and he came to beat Lao Tzu! I knew we had tanks here too! The mule was so angry that he yelled.

The bayonet on the other side shook his head helplessly, which was indeed beyond his expectations, but he did not think there was anything wrong with leaving the tank behind.

The nuclear material in the transporter is the most important thing, there is no room for loss, and they can't let the transporter join the battle, which is too prone to accidents.

In this way, it is necessary to keep people on defense, and the special combat team is not strong enough to leave only two groups of people, so leaving tanks and armored vehicles to Sergei to strengthen their defensive firepower is the wisest choice.

It's just that no one thought that there would be tanks in the hands of terrorists.

It is not uncommon for terrorists to pull out a few tanks in the lair of Bo'an Haram, but here is under the control of the Zaghawa government, and it is not easy for more than 200 people to be smuggled in Bo'an Haram, and they can still make tanks.

There is no time to delve into how the terrorists managed to get the tanks of the Zazai army, and it is imperative that these two tanks be destroyed immediately.

"It's just two tanks, just kill them." The bayonet chuckled and shouted into the communicator, "Dewey, let's find a way to kill them!" ”

The mules were surrounded by terrorists, and the only ones who could move freely were the bayonets and Dewey, and the task of taking out the tanks was naturally up to them.

Dewey's gaze had already swept around, looking for the RPG left behind by the terrorists, the only weapon that could destroy tanks right now.

Got it!

In the middle of the road, about fifty meters behind, next to the corpse of a terrorist, there is an RPG.

If nothing else, the terrorist should have been sniped to death by Chestnut or Andrei, and the rockets were still on it.

"Cover me!"

Dewey shouted, rushed out of cover and ran towards the RPG.

Hank and Ivan immediately turned their fire to the maximum and fired wildly at the terrorists' hiding place.

But there were so many terrorists that there was no way for the two of them to completely suppress them, and there were still terrorists who shot at Dewey from behind cover.

This situation was expected by Dewey, so he did not rush in a straight line, but ran in a serpentine shape, and his body suddenly turned to the left and to the right, so as not to give the terrorists a chance to grasp the advance measure.

The terrorists' bullets struck Dewey all around, sending clouds of dust and smoke, but none of them could hit Dewey.

Seeing that Dewey was about to run in front of the RPG, Hank suddenly saw that a tank had driven into the street, and the machine gunner on the tank was pointing the anti-aircraft machine gun at Dewey.

"Du! Lie down! Hank shouted.

Dewey didn't bother to look back when he heard this, and his body slammed forward.

At the moment when he fell, the machine gun on the tank had already fired, and the dense rain of bullets poured in a fan shape as the machine gunner swung the muzzle.

If Dewey had been lying down for even a second at night, he would have been torn to pieces by a torrent of bullets.

Dewey listened to the sound of bullets whizzing overhead, and secretly thanked Hank, and also secretly sighed pity.

The RPG was five or six meters away in front of him, and if the machine gun fired another two seconds at night, he would be able to snatch the RPG into his hands.

When the machine gunner on the tank saw Dewey lying down, he immediately moved the muzzle of the gun down, and the road in front of Dewey was like a pan of oil splashed with water, and immediately boiled.

The bullet shot up dust and smoke and moved backwards at a rapid pace, from fifty meters away to forty meters, and then to another thirty meters, and if it continued like this, it would take less than two seconds to cover Dewey's body.

Hank and Ivan's hearts tightened at the same time.

Although they do not belong to the same country, they are all comrades-in-arms fighting side by side at this moment, and neither of them wants their comrades-in-arms to die in front of them.

"Du, hide!" The two shouted in unison.

Although the situation is urgent, Dewey is not certain to die, as long as he rolls to the side, he can enter the house on the side of the road, and his life will not be in danger for a short time.

But Dewey didn't dodge as they imagined, only to see a sharp kick under his feet, his body turned sideways with his strength, and then rolled towards the RPG.

"Bastard, what more RPG do you want!"

Hank was so angry that he couldn't help but curse, at this time, he should save his life first, instead of racing against time with death.

At a distance of five meters, Dewey rolled to it in the blink of an eye, and when he reached out to grab the RPG, the position of the machine gun strafing was less than twenty meters away from him!

"It's over!"

Hank couldn't help but close his eyes, not wanting to see Dewey being beaten to pieces by a machine gun.

Ivan, however, was stunned to see that Dewey was suddenly crawling towards the alley in front of him.

Ivan knew that Dewey could not get up because of the angle of machine gun fire, which was the fastest way to escape.

But no matter how fast you crawl forward, can you dodge bullets?

Ivan couldn't help but ask himself secretly, but the answer he came up with was no.

However, to his disbelief, the machine gun strafed two meters away from Dewey, and stopped there, allowing Dewey to calmly climb into the side alley.

"Fack! What's going on? Ivan couldn't help but curse.

Hank opened his eyes when he heard this, looked left and right, and suddenly laughed: "Haha, these idiot terrorists, they use anti-aircraft machine guns!" ”

It dawned on Ivan that no wonder the machine gun stopped there, because the firing angle was at the limit!

The anti-aircraft machine guns on tanks use 12.7 mm bullets, which are powerful and powerful, but they have a fatal flaw - the angle of fire.

Anti-aircraft machine guns are mainly used to attack low-altitude targets, but they can also be fired horizontally, but the firing angle is only -5 degrees, so when shooting at low targets, it is impossible to attack targets at close range.

The terrorists do not know any of this, they obviously do not know this, they just know that the anti-aircraft machine gun is powerful, and they do not think that there is also the problem of firing angles.

If they had used a 7.62 mm side-by-side machine gun or a forward machine gun, they would not have had this problem, and Dewey would not have been able to move down too slowly because of the strong recoil.

The terrorist still did not understand the reason, and when he saw that the barrage was no longer moving, he was desperately slapping the machine gun with his hand.

It's a pity that the tried-and-true slapping maintenance method has not played any role now.

"Thanks to the anti-aircraft machine gun, otherwise Lao Tzu would really be dead!"

Dewey let out a long sigh of relief, quickly jumped up from the ground, and rushed forward with the RPG in his hand.

As it turned out, he was exactly right, and as soon as he left that position, the terrorists had already given up on slapping repairs, turned their guns and fired at the house.

The 12.7 mm machine gun bullets easily tore the broken wooden walls to pieces, and even knocked the house to the ground.

The bullet continued to move forward, hitting the place where Dewey had just stayed, but unfortunately it hit nothing.

Just as the terrorist was about to move the muzzle of his gun, a bullet suddenly flew from a distance, passed through the collapsed corner, and shot into his chest.

This bullet was sent by Kurigami, who saw the tank appear and prepared to snipe the machine gunner.

But alas, the tank moved forward, and the machine gunner happened to be blocked by the house, and Kurijin could not complete the sniper.

In order to chase Dewey, the terrorists shot down the corner of the house that was blocking them, just in time to give Chestnut God a chance and hit with one shot.

The 12.7mm sniper bullet left only a finger-sized bullet hole in the terrorist's chest, but when it flew out of his body, it was a bowl-sized wound.

The terrorist's spine was broken in two, and his body was bent backwards, stuck in the turret door.

The driver inside did not know that the machine gunner was dead, and when he heard the gunfire disappear, he turned his head and asked: "Why didn't you shoot?" ”

But after asking twice, he received no answer, and the driver reached out to pull the machine gunner's leg, but did not pull, and touched the blood on his hand, which startled him.

He hurriedly stood up, shouting the name of the heavy, and pulled down hard, but the heavy got stuck on the turret door and couldn't pull any way.

The driver finally realized that the Heavy was dead, cursed the damned Kafir fiercely, and was about to sit down to continue the fight, when the body of the Heavy suddenly fell.

Seeing the tragic death of the machine gunner, the driver couldn't help but cry out sadly: "Oh, Allah! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a barrel reached through the turret door, and then there was a thud of gunshots.

It was none other than the bayonet who shot it.

When Dewey was snatching the RPG, he and Wei Laoshi were also trying to figure out a way.

Originally, they wanted to blow up the tracks of the tank with a grenade, just like the chicken thief did against the Zaghava army tank, and this tank was exactly what they were targeting.

It's just that by the time they chased after them, Dewey had already dodged the pursuit of the tank, otherwise they would have been able to shoot the machine gunner in the head without the need for Chestnut God to snipe.

It just so happened that the machine gunner was sniped by Chestnut, and the body was still stuck in the turret door, so blowing up the track was not the best option, and taking the tank over was the right way.

As the driver dragged the Heavy down, the bayonet jumped onto the tank, threw the Heavy in, and killed him with a single shot.

The Type 59 tank has a standard crew of four people, but there are not many terrorists who can really drive tanks, there are only two people in it, bayonets and Wei Laoshi jumped in, and there is still enough space.

The bayonet threw the two corpses aside and sat in the driver's seat, while Wei Laoshi acted as the gunner, controlling the turret of the tank to steer.

Suddenly, the bayonet's eyes widened sharply, and he shouted into the communicator: "Dewey, don't fire, it's me!" ”

It turned out that Dewey had already run to the flank of this tank, and was about to carry the RPG and was about to give a shot to the tank that had just almost killed him, when he was seen through the scope by a bayonet.

If the bayonet shouts slowly, then the tank that has just been taken is scrapped.

Although the 59D1 tank with the FY-2 explosive reactive armor would not be blown through by RPGs, the bayonet knew that Dewey would definitely not shoot reactive armor.

Dewey was about to detain the launcher, when he heard the sound of the bayonet, he immediately withdrew his hand and replied: "Roger, I'm going to do another one!" ”

With that, he turned and ran to the back.

The other tank had not yet taken to the streets, and did not know anything about the capture of its own companions.

No sooner had it hit the street than a rocket flew head-on.

As the bayonet thought, Dewey would not have been mentally retarded enough to blow up reactive armor, but aimed at the tank tracks.

The RPG rocket exploded so powerful that it blew off the tracks of the tank on the spot, and the tank body shook violently, and no matter how the driver stepped on the accelerator, he couldn't move forward, only spun in place.

The driver was so angry that he slapped the joystick and shouted at the gunner next to him: "Kill him for me!" ”

The gunners immediately adjusted the direction of the turret, ready to give a shot to the man who dared to attack them.

He had just adjusted the turret into place and was about to fire a shell when suddenly the tank body shook violently, followed by a deafening explosion.

"No—"

The two terrorists screamed at the same time, but their cries were quickly engulfed in flames, and the turrets flew into the air with the sound of explosions.

A violent explosion reached the two-story wooden building, and Drew said happily: "Damn mercenaries, you now know how powerful the Bo'an Holy Land is. We don't just have people, we also have tanks! ”

He triumphantly walked to the window, ready to admire the miserable scene of the mercenaries bombarded by the tank, but was stunned to see a burning tank.

"How is that possible? How could they have blown up the tank? This is a tank with reactive armor, and it is impossible for an RPG to blow it up! ”

Drew thumped off the wall in hatred, turned his gaze to another tank still on the move, picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Brabka, be careful, get rid of those damn mercenary ones!" ”

At this moment, he didn't know that the only remaining tank had also changed hands, and he pinned his hopes on it.

In the tank, Wei Laoshi had just finished adjusting the turret and was about to open fire on other terrorists, when suddenly the walkie-talkie on the corpse sounded.

"What did he say?" The bayonet asked.

"I don't understand, but this man should be the commander of these terrorists." Wei Laoshi replied.

"Well, it's a pity I can't find him anywhere." said the bayonet.

"It's okay, we can force him out." Wei Lao said with a smile.

"Yes, you can force him out," the bayonet smiled and said into the communicator, "Dewey, Geng Zili, Andre, don't participate in the battle, keep an eye on the perimeter, the leader of the terrorists is about to flee." Remember, catch it alive! ”

"Roger!"

"Roger!"

"Understood"

Three groups of people answered one after another.

Wei Laoshi adjusted the angle of the turret and fired at the terrorists who were attacking the mules in the distance.

Watching the cannonballs whizz out, Drew smiled and nodded, "Well done......"

Before the word "pretty" could be uttered, Drew was stunned to see the shells fall on his own people, blowing up seven or eight terrorists into the air.

"Labraca, you idiot, you're crooked!" Drew grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted.

"Haha, it's not crooked."

An English sentence came from the intercom, and Drew was stunned: "Labraka doesn't speak English, who is driving the tank?" ”

No one needed to answer, Drew himself thought of the answer, the tank had already been taken away by those mercenaries!

He could never have imagined that he had brought more than 200 people and two tanks from the Zaghava army, but in the end, even a few people were killed, and the two tanks were also captured and destroyed.

"This is no ordinary mercenary!"

Drew suddenly felt cold all over, he didn't have time to think about the origin of these people, there was only one thought left in his head - run!

Don't look at these special operators who can snatch the tank, but Drew knows very well that his own hands definitely don't have this ability.

Although they still have an advantage in numbers, no matter how many people there are, it is impossible to fight against tanks, even if Allah possesses them!

This operation failed, and if he didn't run now, then he would die here too.

Drew grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Mates, the time has come for Allah to test you, use the weapons in your hands, kill these Kafiles, and give your loyalty to Allah with their lives." Do not be afraid of death, after you will ascend to Heaven, where there are rivers flowing with milk and secrets, and seventy-two virgins are waiting for you! ”

What heaven is like, Drew has not been there, but the scriptures say so, and there should be nothing wrong with it.

He deeply believed that all the partners who died today for the holy war would receive Allah's mercy.

Still, Drew didn't want to die.

He is not afraid of death, but he wants to keep a useful body and continue to fight for the spread of faith in Allah.

This is a great cause, greater than dying for jihad now.

That's right, that's it, great!

Whether others believe it or not, at least Drew believed that he did not abscond in fear of death, nor did he use the death of his partner to cover himself, but left for the great cause of spreading the faith of Allah.

His voice reached the ears of the terrorists through the walkie-talkie, and the terrorists launched a final charge at the special combat team members as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

There were even people who held up a grenade that pulled off the safety and threw themselves at the tank, wanting to die with the tank with their lives.

However, all their efforts were in vain, and the special operators also launched a fierce counterattack, and the terrorists who had turned themselves into human bombs were strangled with bayonets and forward machine guns before they could get close to the tanks.

"I really admire their spirit of not being afraid of death, I'm afraid that only the little Japan that shouted on the board back then can be comparable to them."

Wei Lao's wet mouth said admiration, but he sent a cannonball into the crowd of terrorists, and the stumps and severed arms flew everywhere in the explosion.

Drew ran downstairs at a rapid pace, looked out cautiously, saw that there was no one on the left and right, and immediately jumped out.

He had just run out a short distance when suddenly a bullet flew from a distance and hit him not far in front of him.