Soon Zou Heming didn't have to worry about whether Panhard's 90mm rifled gun could effectively penetrate the face of the half-breed turtle, and his Yanma lover told him on a radio walkie-talkie that the train she was riding had to stop a few kilometers from the cargo dump, and that they were going to break down the fortifications built by the British.

In other words, Zou Heming and the others not only failed to expect heavy fire support, but waited for the order of Political Commissar Lu to feint and attack as much as possible to contain the British troops and effectively prevent the British army from destroying railway facilities and materials.

The British were not stupid, although they still did not understand the mode of modern special operations, but after they were controlled by a group of "Boer militants" who sat in their own armored patrol trains at the railway station, they had already begun to set up outposts along the railroad on the periphery of the material accumulation yard.

Diana and the others couldn't get in this way, and the armored train was forced to stop a few kilometers away from the material accumulation site by the British barricades on the railway.

Almost all of the most combat-ready ground fighters of the South African branch were on this train, and after a brief exchange of fire for about ten minutes, the British outpost, which was stationed with more than 100 people, was completely taken by the rough embryos. In Diana's words, the recruits of the British army were more useless than the targets of their exercises, at least those targets were still placed behind the fortifications, weren't they?

However, the fierce exchange of fire had succeeded in drawing the attention of the British troops, and even if the rough embryos drove the prisoners of war away from the road piled up on the rails, they did not dare to rush to the material accumulation yard by train at this time.

Although this thing claims to be an armored train, Diana was a little heavier when they hijacked it with small arms, well, well, at least this level of firepower is only a little rough for Maozi, and then it will take a long time to repair. Who the hell would drive it to attack fortifications equipped with artillery and tanks if they didn't have a brain root?

"You take the third squad to lead a platoon of Boers to storm the strongholds here and here, remember to dismantle the enemy's heavy firepower and let the Boers go up, it's almost over, don't let your own casualties happen again!" Zou Heming said in Chinese to a rough embryo of the 101st Airborne Division.

"Also, if we encounter that kind of ugly tank again, we will retreat, this time we are cooperating with the peripheral troops to carry out a feint, don't take a fearless risk!" Zou Heming is really worried that these rough umbrella jumps too much, and it is inevitable that there will be times when heroism bursts.

There was already a violent explosion in the distance, presumably the ammunition in a position had been detonated, and the rough embryo of the 101st Airborne Division responded loudly to Zou Heming, "Yes, sir." I ran out with my M4, and I don't know if I heard the second half of the command in my heart.

Although the yard was built on the site of a small train station, it was clear that John Bull had made a fortune here, and it didn't take long for all sorts of temporary, permanent structures to be erected.

All kinds of buildings that block the fire of weapons are piled together, and Nima is a city-like combat environment here. Obviously, street fighting was not a friendly environment for British recruits, but for those who had been in the dome for two years, it was a place to compensate for their numerical disadvantage while taking advantage of the weaponry that was adapted to twenty-first century policing.

From simple tactical gestures to instant messaging devices, from bulletproof vests and Kevlar helmets to hand-held bulletproof shields, from friend or foe identification systems to GPS positioning systems that are always on to search for submarines, the current battle makes the British's group of recruits feel as uncomfortable as bronze players in a king's game.

Not long after the battle, the recruits, who had just come out of the barracks and changed into light brown uniforms, began to doubt their lives, and at first they were able to reflexively follow the officers' orders to shoot in the direction in which everyone was shooting.

But after the officers were bounced off by bullets that didn't know where they came from, they shot just to embolden themselves. When they were lucky, they were able to hit one or two Boer militiamen who came out to attract firepower, but this kind of fortuitous event could not change the situation in which they were driven farther away from the station little by little.

The madmen on the other side will use various bunkers to approach their positions, followed by a recurring but largely unsolvable routine - one or more ovoid explosives are thrown in.

Even if the casualties caused by this routine have decreased significantly after they have learned to be obedient, the next round of the routine is still unsolvable - a shield that can't be penetrated by lead bullets, a small burst weapon that can't hold you up, and a high-powered single-shot weapon similar to a lever-type rifle (pump shotgun), and those who are jumped at close range by that thing are often thrown a few meters away.

Finally, the supporters pushed in the infantry guns, and attacked back with the advantage of numbers, but the madmen turned around and took advantage of the terrain to run backwards like monkeys, and they were not as hard as you are.

Just when you think you can happily regain the lost position, you don't know that it was the unlucky guy who triggered the thunder left by the madmen. And then the madmen on the opposite side began to repeat the same set that they had already fiddled with before, well, it turned out that needless to say that everyone knows, the recruits of the British army are on their knees again!

Torture, fighting with those madmen can only be described in this word!

The two sides engaged in a tug-of-war for half a day, and the British colonel's half-breed tortoise that he hoped would change the tide of the battle still did not reach the battlefield. Cause? As soon as I got out of the warehouse, I broke down!

The diesel engine Zhen Nima that John Niu made up was too big, and even if the half-breed earth turtle had such a huge size, it could only use the layout of the rear of the engine.

This freed up enough space for the crew and artillery, but it also meant that they could not copy the drivetrain on the drawings stolen from the Great Song people. There is also an even worse situation that makes John Bull's egg hurt - due to the weight of this half-breed earth turtle, John Bull is currently unable to build a spring that can carry so much pressure, and obviously they can't even copy the suspension system of the Great Song people.

Based on the above, you will find that the previous half-breed earth turtle can squirm in front of Zou Heming and them, and it is a miracle that Zhen Nyima is true!

"Sir, we have recaptured the lost positions, the Boer attack from the outside has been crushed by us, and the robbers who tried to break through the station have been squeezed back to the positions where the battle began." The adjutant reported the latest battle situation to the British colonel.

"Well, it's getting dark, and hopefully through a night of hard work, the engineers will be able to get our new tank back in motion." In the eyes of the colonel, his operational deployment had already worked - they were carrying it until dark.

When the night comes, you will have enough time to rest, and when dawn comes, it is estimated that reinforcements will also arrive, and this material accumulation site will finally be defended! The British colonel had come to his senses by this time and understood that the Boers had not come to take hostages to negotiate terms, but had come for the supplies that had been piled up here.

However, this colonel still lacks more than a hundred years of knowledge, and this group of madmen did come for supplies, but definitely not to burn them! Also, the night did not give the British a respite, and in the plan of the madmen, the night was the most important and crucial moment to carry out their operation.

Indeed, the Crossing Crowd, which had already bet all the elites except the 155 guns and the main battle tanks here, could not have only the combat power of playing tug-of-war with the British in the outer positions.

By playing tug-of-war with the British army in the outer positions, it can not only conceal its true combat intentions, but also further weaken the British army's military strength. Attacking the core area of the material accumulation site at night with the help of the identification of friend or foe and night vision equipment can not only reduce the casualties of the attacking troops, but also achieve the purpose of a surprise attack to prevent the British army from burning the material.

In this way, when the commanders of both sides felt that the battle had fallen into their own rhythm, the gunfire came to an abrupt end in the evening, and the development of the battle after that had two very different versions in their respective minds. Please use the latest domain name to read books on this site