Inside the cramped turret of the tank, Tony gulped down a compressed biscuit into his mouth.

Being able to have a seemingly safe place to eat is already a very enviable thing on this kind of battlefield.

Next to Tony, the gun commander was monitoring the distance with his sight, which was tantamount to a sentry - although his vision was limited, it was better to have someone to watch than no one to care.

"It's your turn." Before Tony could swallow the biscuit in his mouth, he said indistinctly, "Hurry up and eat!" ”

Whenever this happens, both Tony and the Gun Commander are envious of Mr. Driver, who is sitting in front of them. The pilot can always relax and enjoy his food, after all, he doesn't have to operate a weapon to help keep watch, and he seems quite relaxed.

The gunner nodded, took the starch can that had already been unscrewed aside, in his hand, and began to enjoy his meal with a small folding fork.

The place where they were now was a forward position close to the demon forces. Any disturbance will cause a fierce battle, so everyone is very careful and carefully handles every detail.

There were grenadier positions on the perimeter of the armored units, in fact, they did not have to worry about a sneak attack. But the devil has endless tricks, and it is better to be careful in everything than careless.

Although the T-72 tank does not have a high level of protection in modern tanks, and can even be described as relatively general, it is still an anti-heaven existence in this world.

It can provide a strong defense capability of almost 360 degrees, giving all soldiers who operate such a tank a strong confidence.

Inside this tank, there is naturally a very safe feeling, at least since the beginning of the war, not a single T-72 tank has been destroyed by demonic forces.

"It's cold, and I don't have a chance to warm it up." While munching on the can of starch, the gun commander complained.

They had advanced more than thirty kilometers today, encountering sporadic resistance from some demonic forces, and had not caused them any trouble.

The assault force of Alan Hill had dispersed a lot, and from time to time the armored reconnaissance vehicles could be seen turning back to the same path, providing the tank units with some specific information about the vicinity, and the number and location of the enemy.

These light armored reconnaissance vehicles are very combat-capable, and the 20 mm caliber Vulcan cannon on the hull can also be used against some scattered demons.

They often go 10 or even 20 kilometers away from the main force, and while scouting, they will also easily destroy some lone enemies.

"It's good to eat some." Tony swallowed the compressed biscuit in his mouth, took a sip of water, tightened the lid of the kettle, hung it on the hook on the inner wall of the tank's turret, leaned over to the periscope, and looked around.

Several armored vehicles full of soldiers drove from the rear, and the soldiers with weapons sat on top of these tracked armored vehicles until the armored vehicles stopped, and then they jumped down and dispersed.

Some soldiers lit cigarettes in the leeward of the armored vehicle, while others joined the defensive line arranged around it.

They were all stragglers who had arrived in a hitchhiker, along with the soldiers covering Tony's car.

Along with these armored vehicles arrived, there were several more cars. There are jeeps and there are six-wheeled trucks.

The jeep has a makeshift welded iron frame above the front engine compartment cover, and on this iron frame are fuel tanks neatly arranged side by side.

The soldiers sitting in the car jumped out of the car as soon as it came to a stop, and then they took the heavy oil drums from the hood of the jeep and began to run towards the T-72 tank, which was hidden everywhere.

"Supplies have arrived!" Seeing the soldiers carrying oil drums, Tony relaxed. The logistics unit has arrived, which means they can get more ammunition and fuel.

"Click!" Lifting the hatch above his head, Tony leaned out half of his body and took a sharp breath of air with the smell of gunsmoke, feeling more comfortable.

"Come down and help!" Several soldiers of the logistics unit carrying oil drums walked to Tony's tank with heavy steps carrying Mauser 98K rifles, shouted loudly, put the fuel tank in one hand at their feet, and unscrewed the lid on the other tank with their hands.

Tony motioned for the driver to open the fuel tank on the hull, and he got out of the turret of the tank and jumped onto the bonnet behind the tank to help refuel the tank.

"The car transporting the shells has also arrived! Refill your ammo in a moment! We've been ordered to build a new supply base around here! We need your help! Pouring oil drums and pouring diesel fuel into the tanks of the T-72 tank, the logistics staff grinned.

Originally, in order to increase the range of the T-72 tank, the tail of the T-72 tank had two external fuel tanks.

However, because the battle continued, the external fuel tank was removed, and only the semi-circular fixture on which the external fuel tank was mounted was left, which was exposed.

Tony helped carry the oil drum to pour diesel fuel into his tank, and he couldn't say a word because he couldn't say a word - a full tank of diesel fuel was also very heavy, and it was still difficult to carry it alone.

At this time, on the distant horizon, there was another rumbling cannon. Iran Hill's artillery began to attack again.

The battle line has just stopped for less than an hour, and the artillery units, which are becoming more and more mechanized, are unwilling to be lonely and once again show their sense of existence.

As the shelling intensified, it was no longer possible to hear the shells exploding one after the other—the explosions were so loud that they were hard to hear.

More cars drove to this open space, and Tony finally emptied the fuel tank in his hand at this time, and handed the empty fuel tank back to the logistics support staff next to the tank, waiting to get the tank back.

Trucks one after another pulled up on the side of the road, and some soldiers had already begun to pitch tents in the core area.

Armoured tank maintenance vehicles and improvised cranes have been driven here, and many people have begun to unload ammunition of various calibers from the compartments of trucks.

The people directing the traffic waved their hands and shouted one after another. Heavy vehicles began to park in their designed positions, and a huge tent not far away had been propped up.

While the tent was being erected, someone had already fastened the camouflage net to the roof of the tent. The camouflage net, covered in rags, worked so well that the tent instantly blended in with the surrounding vegetation.

The entire supply base soon began to take shape, and Tony had to get back into his tank and order the tank to be activated to make way for the incoming supply vehicles.

Trucks laden with ammunition drove up the nearby road, several tents had been set up, and some vehicles had rushed to collect ammunition to jam the traffic, but the situation quickly changed from chaos to order.

Several cranes modified from the bottom plate of the M4 tank began to work, and a covering helicopter hovered in the sky, which also began to return at this time.

The helicopter was replaced by a hastily arrived quadruple anti-aircraft missile launcher and was responsible for ensuring absolute safety in the nearby airspace.

"How can you say there are so many vehicles......" Seeing more and more vehicles gathered, the gun commander said with some emotion holding his tin can.

Tony leaned on the hatch and looked at the bustling forward supply depot in the distance on the slightly bumpy T-72 tank, shook his head and said, "I used to be a TV seller, how can I know where all these things come from." ”

"It turns out that we are still fighting with swords." The gun commander smiled self-deprecatingly, poured all the salty cans of starch into his mouth, threw the cans out of the tank, and poured a mouthful of water.

"Yes, three years ago, I never even thought that one day I would go to war and fight demons." Tony sighed: "Now, I am actually commanding such a powerful tank battle!" ”

"You say, is the production of such an advanced tank also very slow?" The gunner tapped the T-72 tank he had grown to love twice, and then opened up a casual chatter.

Tony laughed, "Not necessarily, right?" Maybe in Seris's factory, it is as easy to produce a tank as it is to produce a piece of clothing! ”

"How dare you think about it!" The gunner, apparently not believing it, shook his head and said to Tony with a smile.

Tony didn't refute either, still talking to himself: "Perhaps, there will be machinery that will automatically produce this kind of tank, one after the other...... Even workers don't need it anymore. ”

"Your imagination...... It's a pity not to write. Amused by Tony's conjecture, the gun commander leaned back in the slightly bumpy seat, shook his head and smiled.

Of course, he wouldn't have imagined that Tony, the TV salesman, would casually say this, but he would actually tell the truth crookedly.

Iran Hill's weapons production is indeed frantically moving towards full automation. Soon, the time for the production of a T-72 tank will be compressed to an unimaginable level.

In the distance, a motorcycle sped up, and the soldiers in the car shouted at a distance from Tony's tank.

Tony took off his headphones, and he heard the other party on a motorcycle, loudly reminding Tony's tank company that was advancing: "Demon troops have been found ahead!" A lot! Get ready for battle! ”

"Slow down!" Tony put on his headphones again and commanded, "Keep an eye on your surroundings!" Grenade...... Load! ”

The gun commander pressed a button on the automatic loader, and the automatic loader selected a grenade, which quickly loaded into the chamber of the T-72 tank.

"Stay in battle formation! Be careful to cover each other! In his headset, the company commander's order also came. All the T-72 tanks immediately adjusted their positions, and soon formed a wedge-shaped offensive formation covering each other.