The Belgian defenders, who were closest to the bridgehead, were already less than 10 meters away, and the men in the bunkers at the front had given up firing back.

Fill the pistol with bullets, and all kinds of bayonets are stuck in the sandbags.

Carlos turned his head to everyone around him and said, "Listen to my orders, let's have a wave of ruthlessness!" ”

Everyone knew what a wave of ruthlessness meant, but no one flinched.

Every face blackened by gunsmoke showed a mouthful of white teeth.

"Listen to orders! 3、2…”

Before Carlos could call out the last number, there was a sudden "boom" sound in front of the bunker.

It wasn't loud, it wasn't like the sound of a cannonball exploding, but it was a bit like...

Before Carlos could figure it out, the sound of an explosion that didn't happen every five seconds came rhythmically like a train running over the tracks.

Carlos glanced at it, and was suddenly in a daze, as clusters of basketball-sized fires were rhythmically exploding in every group of enemies approaching the position.

These explosions are not particularly deadly, but they can injure all enemies within a one-meter radius.

Of course, there were also more unlucky ones who were directly killed, looking at the dozens of enemies who fell to the ground in front of the position and kept moaning, Carlos shouted excitedly: "Fight!" Collect people's heads! ”

Chen Ming pressed the last magazine next to him into the gun, a few minutes, dozens of shots, the pressure brought was huge, fortunately, these pressures were worth it.

There were corpses left in front of the position, the most recent one, which was less than three meters long.

Endured the sharp pain of being shocked in his shoulder, and shot the last 5 bullets out, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

With a slight movement of his shoulder, Chen Ming pushed a depleted uranium armor-piercing round into the chamber of the gun.

In fact, the real test has only just begun.

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The Belgian defenders retreated in embarrassment, looking at the soldiers in front of him, the corners of Nakagawa Heishiro's mouth pulled a trace of contempt.

Then, thinking of the experience of being buried alive just now, that trace of contempt turned to anger.

"Get the tanks ready, it's time for us to play!" Holding back the anger in his heart, Nakagawa gave an order to the ensign beside him.

"Hello!"

"It's a pity that the other one was destroyed, otherwise it would have been much easier!" Tsuyoshi Noda, who was standing beside him, looked at the slow-moving Churchill I-type and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's okay, the outcome of this battle is a foregone conclusion!" Nakagawa replied unconcernedly, but the bullet marks on the front armor of the tank unconsciously appeared in front of him.

Clearing out the thoughts in his head, looking at the slowly moving tank in front of him and the soldiers following behind, Nakagawa knew that at this time, it was time to end!

"Grenadiers, forward positions, three rounds of suppression, every minute, three rounds! Go ahead! Nakagawa gave an order with an expressionless face, and this order did not require any consideration and judgment, everything was so natural.

All five grenadiers lined up in a line, and began to load and fire in groups of two, and the position that had just been calm was once again filled with firelight explosions, taking advantage of this opportunity for the other side to be suppressed, more than two dozen infantry frantically rushed out, looking for some prominent cover.

The tanks, on the other hand, moved slowly, followed by a dozen infantry armed with automatic or semi-automatic weapons.

The two guns of the Churchill I fired their ammunition forward at the fastest speed, adding more explosive fire to the smoke from the grenadiers.

A sandbag bunker in front was directly hit by a 76.2 mm grenade, and while the rain of sand was raised, the two members of the group who were dodging behind the bunker were also thrown into the air, and before they could hit the ground, they were killed by a barrage of bullets.

More shells flew out irregularly, after all, the accuracy of tanks in this era was basically the same as luck.

And the guys of Roy's team were not to be outdone, risking being hit by shrapnel to return fire.

Although such a return fire was of no use to the soldiers and tanks behind the bunkers.

The grenadiers in the distance were obviously beyond the range of everyone, including Roy, and it took them more than ten seconds to complete three rounds of suppression, but none of them were damaged.

Looking at the team members who were desperately shooting at the tank, Chen Ming suddenly remembered a story.

Someone interviewed a Soviet veteran, and when he heard that the veteran was shooting at a German tank with a light machine gun, he couldn't help but ask, "Don't you know that it is useless to do that, but to expose yourself?" The veteran replied in a calm tone, "Yes, but that's the only thing I can do for my comrades." ”

Chen Ming was very happy, because he didn't have to be like that veteran, he could only shoot helplessly.

He can take out this tank!

No matter how slow the tank was, it was always moving forward, and the heavy front armor didn't care about the rifle shooting, it slowly appeared in Chen Ming's shooting range with a slow but indomitable momentum.

Chen Ming firmly put the reticle on the engine located at the rear of the car body, and his breathing stabilized.

The whole tank is facing a killer with its side, which no one knows, it only takes one shot, Chen Ming can make this big guy stop moving, and even Chen Ming unloads the depleted uranium shell.

But it is foreseeable that Chen Ming will only have a chance to shoot, and then the place he is in will be razed to the ground by a tank that has not lost its combat effectiveness.

Watching the reticle in the front sight move back and forth at the back of the turret, Chen Ming suddenly frowned, because suddenly, he felt that this perfect opportunity should not be wasted!

A slow-moving tank facing itself with its side armor! What could be a better training goal?

The ordinary armor-piercing high-explosive shells in the gun were withdrawn, and the depleted uranium bullets were pushed back again. Entering the chamber, moving the muzzle, this time in the front sight, is the turret of the Churchill I.

As with all tanks of this era, space in tanks is small. Cramped, and the shells, on the other hand, are mostly hung around the inside of the turret to make it easier for the loader located in the turret to access the loader.

Chen Ming's mind flashed this information, and what he had to do now was to try to blow them up!

The reticle is firmly attached to the turret, and the reading on the lens reads: 1786 meters.

At this distance, the bullet will fly for at least 5 seconds to arrive.

Wind deflection, the gravitational pull of the earth, are all places to consider.

Chen Ming has a lot of kill records at this distance, but the sniper record against tanks at this distance is... 0。

Taking a deep breath, holding his breath in his chest, the sniper scope that had been sliding with the breathing rate was still, and Chen Ming silently said to himself in his heart: "good!" luck！ ”

"Bang!"

The explosion of gunpowder propelled the depleted uranium warhead towards his intended target, and after a few seconds, the tank accurately moved the preview site to the trajectory of the bullet.

The moment the depleted uranium warhead touched the tank, it created an unparalleled high temperature.

Through the scope, Chen Ming clearly saw how the armor was melted and how the warhead was drilled in.

Then, a fierce flame erupted from the bullet hole that had been drilled through, like a torch cut in the factory, spewing out a meter-long blue-blue flame.

Two seconds later, the entire turret of the tank was thrown vertically into the sky.

Flames and sparks erupted from the turret base, the detonated ammunition crackled, and when the turret fell again, a loud bang echoed across the battlefield.

The tank has been blown to pieces by itself!

The ammunition exploded, tearing the tank apart, and the infantry that followed behind and the soldiers behind the bunker not far away.

Half of the soldiers hiding behind the bunkers were killed, and those who followed the tanks were wiped out.

Seeing that the tank had just set off and being blown up, the people on both sides were stunned in unison, and a moment later, a cheer and a frustrated shouting rang out at the same time.

"Baga! Rush me! Rush up! Nakagawa Heishiro's eyes were red, and he pulled out the saber at his waist and shouted hysterically.

More than 100 soldiers around him heard Nakagawa's order, and rushed forward with various weapons in a bit of madness!

The mouth is still shouting: "Tou Na hi ka!" Onboard! ”

The more than 100 soldiers rushed out, and the people of Roy's team were completely stunned, they had never seen such crazy soldiers, and even the cheers stopped abruptly.

All of a sudden, there was not the slightest sound of gunfire on the battlefield, only the shouts of "onboard" one after another.

When the first soldier rushed to a distance of less than 100 meters from the position, holding a rifle with a bayonet, a crisp shot rang out.

The soldier seemed to have been hit in the head by something, and fell to the ground as soon as he flipped over.

Then there was a fainter gunshot, but the power of this shot was significantly greater, and the second soldier flew more than two meters sideways as if he had been hit by a truck.

At the same time as he flew out, his body was already torn in two.

The voices of Chen Ming and Roy came from the communicator at the same time: "Don't be in a daze! Shoot! ”

A group of people woke up like a dream, and there was a burst of gunfire. But while the gun was fired, there was a strange feeling lingering in my heart.

Chen Ming put the sniper scope on the last person who rushed out of the horizon, this person was vaguely familiar to him.

Seeing the command knife in his hand, Chen Ming suddenly realized that this was the head of the Nakagawa Division, the person named Nakagawa Heishiro.

Looking at Zhongchuan, who was wielding this war knife and showing a crazy look on his face, Chen Ming felt in a trance.

What a crazy idea to destroy a man like this, to use a sword to attack the defense line of guns.

Didn't he know that it was useless? No! He knew it in his heart.

But why did he do it?

Maybe you will only understand if you also become him.

Chen Ming's fingers were on the trigger, slowly exerting force.

"Bang"

Bullets may be sinful, but aren't bullets sinful by man?

In the distance, the dust could already be seen, and a large force had arrived.

When the bullet came out of the chamber, Chen Ming silently said to himself

“Good！ Luck！ ”