"What a familiar scene, huh?"

On the left flank of the defender's makeshift position, two Russian soldiers from the Irish Foreign Regiment are prostrate in the crater, in front of them an MG-43 general-purpose machine gun with a foot stand outstretched. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the two wore black leather gloves, the secondary shooter on the left held a metal bullet chain, and the shooter on the right shouldered against the butt of the gun. As he spoke, hundreds of Syrian infantry rushed towards the defenders' dense guns, and the kind of disregard for death they showed made the Jewish militiamen who had experienced actual combat for the first time very frightened, but for the Russian soldiers who crawled through the pile of dead, this approach was not only admirable, but also ignorant - during the First World War, during the Russian Revolutionary War, the Russian soldiers rushed to the enemy positions again and again with their chests up, and were torn to pieces by gunfire again and again, The lesson of blood and tears kept the elite of these remnants of the defeated army firmly in their hearts.

The deputy shooter with a thick beard turned his head to look at his partner: "Don't fire yet, you can't bear it?" ”

The shooter, who saw a stubby scar on his right eyebrow, pursed his lips and chuckled, "What's the hurry?" The German-made machine gun was capable of killing all living beings at a rate of 1,000 rounds per minute, and the German Army's soldier's manual clearly stated that crossfire was the most powerful tactic for machine guns. Wait, wait for the enemy to enter the center of the crossfire......"

As he spoke, the shooter gently closed his left eye, staring at the gap in the sight with his murderous right eye, fingers pressed against the trigger, and remained silent. After a few moments, his body shuddered, and the dense gunfire that sounded like tearing linen rang out. With each firing, 20 bullets flew out, and hundreds of meters away, a number of Syrian infantry must have been shot.

Five seconds is enough to drain a chain of 125 rounds in a continuous strafing shot, and even firing in a burst-fired way that saves ammunition consumes an entire chain in less than half a minute. The bearded sub-shooter looked a little old, but when it came time to reload the chain, he was no slower than the lads in their early twenties.

After the chain was changed, the shooter's murderous right eye narrowed slightly, and his fingers pulled the trigger again with a characteristic rhythm. A series of bullets burst through the air, and in an instant, one life after another was taken away. In this way, just one MG-43, two well-trained and experienced machine gunners, in just a few minutes, took out dozens of Syrian infantry who were attacking in the open area, coupled with the mortar groups that constantly carried out suppressive fire behind the position, the desperate charge of the Syrians was like a wave hitting a strong embankment, and the horses fell into a ravine, and it was useless to let them shake the sky with bravery.

The Syrian infantry desperately stormed the defenders' positions, and how could the remaining Syrian tanks and armored vehicles be held back? It's just that the battle has reached this white-hot stage, and the conventional tactical discipline has been left behind by the Syrian armored troops, and the battlefield can be seen everywhere with the scene of chariots and armored vehicles rushing with the infantry, and you can also see groups of infantry losing power chariots as tactical support points. While paying huge casualties, the Syrian offensive troops did bring an unprecedented impact to the defenders, the Jewish militia fighting on the front line had already been injured more than half, and many detachments had almost lost their combat effectiveness, and although the soldiers of the "Nikolai" battalion of the Irish Foreign Legion were a top elite, they were flesh and blood after all, and after a series of hard battles, two or three out of ten were killed, and many people were slightly injured and could not get out of the line of fire......

With an inspiring rumbling roar, the "heavy infantry" on the defender's side went and returned. On the turrets of the first two chariots, the red-eyed Jewish armored soldiers leaned out and fired at the Syrian army with the captain's machine gun, completely ignoring the stray bullets flying everywhere on the battlefield. Even a mercenary as experienced and steady as Frederick Anderson was enthusiastic and high-spirited with the arrival of the climax of the battle.

"2 o'clock direction, at a distance of 400 meters, enemy tanks, armor-piercing shells attack!" In the noisy carriage, Anderson shouted hard.

The gunner Lasse Christensen, who had a tacit understanding with him, immediately replied loudly: "Confirm the target, observe the distance 450, adjust the firing angle, and attack with armor-piercing shells!" ”

"Armor-piercing rounds are loaded!" The loader reminded, "In addition to this one, we have 4 more armor-piercing rounds!" ”

Christensen frowned, concentrating on his target. Seeing that the enemy tank in the scope stopped to shoot, he lost no time in firing. With the intuitive feeling of a good shooter, he knew that this 75mm armor-piercing projectile would hit the target nine times out of ten, but it was still far away, and the battle was fierce, and it was difficult to confirm the results.

After a short pause to shoot, the chariot rumbled forward. In the trembling carriage, Anderson shouted, "We hit it!" ”

Christensen stared at the scope, but saw no sign of the destruction of the enemy tank, so he asked loudly: "Do you see it on fire?" ”

"No, no, we hit its body, and the breakdown probability at this distance is about 50%." Anderson replied, "Just to be on the safe side, we'll give it another shot!" ”

"Okay, no problem!" Christensen shouted, "Ivey, reload the armor-piercing bullets!" David, short stop shooting! ”

"We only have 4 armor-piercing shells left!" The Jewish loader reminded again.

Anderson barely hesitated: "Then use them up!" ”

The young and sturdy loader quickly pulled out a cap-piercing cartridge from the cartridge rack, leaned against the wall of the cart and loaded it into the chamber, shouting "Armor-piercing rounds are loaded", and the same young Jewish driver immediately stopped the chariot.

When the vehicle came to a stop, the crew could clearly hear the clanging of hard objects hitting the armor of the vehicle, perhaps from enemy bullets, intentionally or unintentionally, or shrapnel from the explosion of the shell. Judging by the combat methods of the Syrian troops, it is the "Teutonic knights" who are really a threat to the "heavy infantry" tanks here.

When the target was determined and ready to fire, the target in the gunner's line of sight suddenly moved, which made him startled, and he almost opened fire in a hurry, but fortunately, his nerves were strong enough, and after two or three seconds of being taken back, the Syrian tank in the scope continued to rotate the turret, but did not aim the muzzle at this side, as if it was about to bombard the infantry anti-tank group on the right flank of the position, thus exposing the side of the turret with relatively weak armor!

At a rare opportunity, Christensen held his breath and fine-tuned the angle of his shot, just as a diver would have his final thoughts before the springboard. Everything was ready, and the chariot artillery roared. In the line of sight, the Syrian combat vehicle 400 meters away suddenly turned into a blazing fireball, a large amount of smoke was still spreading, and a deafening explosion was heard.

Seeing that the enemy tank was completely destroyed, Anderson and his crew could not help but chant "victory", but the real victory was not yet to come. I only heard a short scream of "boom", and a cannonball suddenly fell near their chariot, and the impact of the violent explosion was like an invisible fist slamming on the chariot, not to mention that the loader and driver who had just landed on the battlefield were stunned, and even the experienced Anderson had a "close contact" with the car wall, although he did not lose consciousness from the collision, but for a while his blood surged, and he issued an irrational command to the driver: "David, go full speed!" ”

At this time, the Syrian troops intending to break through the defenders' positions from the flanks were nearing the end of their crossbows, but their combat strength was still stronger than that of the Jewish armed forces that were put into the attack, and many tanks, armored vehicles and four or five hundred infantry advanced to the front of the defenders' positions, and a small group of sharp soldiers had already crossed the area where the defenders had laid anti-tank mines, and if the tank squad commanded by Anderson ventured forward, it would definitely be under the focus of the Syrian troops, and at a distance of three or four hundred meters, the "heavy infantry" could not withstand the armor-piercing shells of 60 times the diameter of 75 mm guns!

Unless the commander loses command ability, the gunner generally does not interfere in the command of the vehicle. So, it wasn't until the tank was about to drive past the infantry defense at the forefront that Christensen reminded in a loud voice: "Are we too far ahead?" ”

I don't want Anderson to grit his teeth and say, "No, let's crush the enemy's impact with a brave counterattack!" ”

Unable to directly observe the position of his neighbor's chariot, Anderson radioed the entire chariot squad with a "follow me" command - his cheeks flushed and his eyes widened, like a drunk.

Through the gunner's scope, Christensen anxiously and hurriedly observed the battlefield ahead, where there were scattered destroyed Syrian combat vehicles and armored vehicles, some of which had been scorched black by explosions or fires, which were completely incapacitated, and some were abandoned by the crew when they were broken down or damaged, which was possible to return to combat, and the other was that the power system was damaged or malfunctioned, and the crew was not evacuated or partially evacuated, and for the crew of the tank, the latter two were "dangerous lurkers". When possible, cautious armourers will use armor-piercing shells to eliminate hidden dangers, or have their own infantry come to inspect them, but here the only thing that can be relied on is the vigilance and reflexes of the chariot crew......

"Lasse, do you see the enemy infantry at 11 o'clock? Suppress them with machine guns! Anderson yelled.

Because of the unique design of the front engine, the Irish-made "Patrolman", "Heavy Infantry" and later "Irish Tiger" and "Irish Leopard" did not have a forward-facing machine gun in the body, and the frontal auxiliary fire consisted of a coaxial machine gun on the turret, a commander's machine gun and an anti-aircraft machine gun - the latter two machine guns were located outside the cockpit of the combat vehicle, in which the commander's machine gun used the mechanical/electrical conduction remote control technology in the aviation field, which allowed the commander to fire in all directions without leaving the cabin. However, when the cartridge box is empty, the commander must drill out of the hatch for manual reloading, and the anti-aircraft machine gun located in front of the gunner's hatch is purely manual. This set of auxiliary firepower was ideal in theory and practice, but after the actual combat experience, the Irish military adjusted their armoured manual and related combat tutorials, and the commanders preferred to use coaxial machine guns in battle, and only used commanders' machine guns when necessary, and only continued to use commanders' machine guns or anti-aircraft machine guns when absolutely necessary or when the external threat was extremely low.

Fortunately, since the design and manufacture of the "Celtic Warrior" in the 20s, all Irish vehicles have been powered by hydraulic or electric motors, so even heavy vehicles can rotate much faster than those with purely manual turrets, and the effect of using coaxial machine guns to assist is not bad. Christensen did not hesitate, quickly turned the turret counterclockwise, lowered the muzzle slightly, and swept the Syrian infantry who tried to attack him with German-made "Iron Fist" anti-armor grenade launchers with coaxial machine guns.

Approaching the Spring Festival, there are a lot of things to do in the unit, and I have to take the little monster who has a holiday in the kindergarten to go to work, and I feel like I'm about to take off......

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