"Grizzly Tank! It's the Allied Grizzly Tank! Mosvenk shouted over the communicator as he looked for a place to hide, "Attention, everyone! Find cover, scatter and hide! Bazooka ready! Aiming turret section ......"

"Wait a minute!" The dust splashed over my face. But I shook my head without hesitation, shouted "pause command" into the walkie-talkie, and then shouted at Mosvenk, "Listen to me first, don't destroy those Allied tanks!" We lack heavy equipment, and those 'grizzly bears' are just right to cover our infantry advance! ”

Before the words could be spoken, Mosvenck had already vetoed the suggestion. He excitedly snatched the microphone and retorted at me, "There are only four crispy Allied tanks ahead, and it only takes a moment for the bazooka to destroy them all!" If you waste too much time just for these few iron turtles, and wait for the guys who were tricked out to realize that something is wrong and come back for reinforcements, everything will be over! ”

"Listen to me!" I yelled in the same decibels, "There are bunkers on the way to a military base below, and forts around the Pentagon!" We don't have heavy weapons, and there's no proper passage around here to get around! If you want to break through the fortress, you must use tanks! ”

Perhaps unable to bear it any longer, Jovavsky shouted over the intercom: "Comrade Mosvenk! Comrade Sophia! For Marx's sake, tell me, what to do! ”

"Destroy those tanks for me / Be sure to capture them!" Mosvenck and I shouted different answers into the walkie-talkie in unison.

A Grizzly Tank spotted our position and fired as it headed our way.

Pushing me away from another half-beat slow reaction, Mosvenck angrily got up from the ground. I haven't reacted from the explosions yet, and I need help from other soldiers.

"Damn," Mosvenk shouted, spitting out the cigarette butt in his mouth and throwing his hat, "Slavik! Cookoff! And, Vanka! ”

"Here!" Before he could finish speaking, Kukov jumped out with a tall and straight Yugoslav and a short entertaining old man. I've seen the irascible Siberian before, and it's the first time I've seen Slavik and Vanka. Like Kukov, the two of them exude a terrible aura, except that Kukov's aura is like that of a hungry polar bear, Slavik is like the leader of a wolf pack in the mountains of the Balkans, and Vanka is ...... Like a venomous snake.

"You three come with me! Two Heavy and two Demomans each," Mosvenk roared, "bring up the tanks that the Commissar wants!" ”

Wait a minute...... What do you mean by "the tank I want"? But before I could defend myself, Mosvenck had already rushed out.

"Comrade Commander!" I shouted in the back, but Mosvenck turned a deaf ear and had already rushed in the direction the tank was coming from - a hidden underground garage in the corner.

"Comrade Commander!" Magar also held out a hand, wanting to bring Mosvinkla back. But I grabbed the vice-captain Magyar.

"What for?" Magyar obviously didn't have Mosvenk's patience, and there was a hint of impatience in his eyes, "Sophia, don't get in my way......"

"If you're not the vice-captain," I roared at Magyar with a fiercer look, "I won't stop you." If the captain is not there, you have to take on the responsibility of the captain. ”

"What are you talking about!" Perhaps misunderstood what I meant, Magyar was hot-headed for a moment and hurriedly pulled his gun from his holster, "I know you're new here, but you can't ...... either"

Another shell fell, near us, and the Magyars had to stop arguing.

"Keep my eyes open and take a good look! This is already our sixth fallen warrior! I, who had just fallen to the ground, hurriedly raised my head and yelled at Magyar, "How many more people do you want to die?" Even if the captain dies, do you want everyone else to die too? ”

When I said this, I watched Mosvenk and them charge forward.

No matter how useless the Grizzly Tank was scolded by the allied instructors in the textbook, but reality is reality. At best, machine guns can only interfere with the tank's line of sight, and bombs thrown by the Demoman can only stop the tank's progress. Without a bazooka, it is really nonsense to want to capture one out of thin air.

So...... In the face of such a steel monster, it is better to escape. I'm not one of these big soldiers, and my survival logic is not the same as theirs, and it's impossible to cultivate a deep friendship of living and dying together in less than half a day.

So...... If the situation is too unfavorable...... Or is it more cost-effective to run for their lives......

I held the walkie-talkie of the communicator and shouted "stealth" as I retreated out the door. However, the other side seemed to have identified their target and chased straight after us.

Fortunately, while the enemy's minds were all focused on us, Jovavsky finally seized his chance. He had been hiding among the corpses before, but at this moment, he jumped on the top of the tank turret, lifted the top cover and jumped in. It didn't take long for the tank he had gotten into completely dead and collapsed on the road.

"It's not a good ......" was a very bad thought that flashed through my mind.

But this idea did not become a reality. It didn't take long for their end to be sealed.

I've been to the Israeli-Palestinian border and seen how Palestinian militias practice "infantry anti-tank warfare": several wooden tanks of equal proportions are parked there, wrapped in a manpower four-wheeled vehicle, and the barrel is made of a bamboo barrel. Instructors from China or Iraq demonstrate how to place explosives packets and where to place them, retreat and hide before telling the soldiers to disperse and practice.

However, it was quite one thing to watch a wooden tank spin around and around, and the soldiers would open the lid of the cabin, drop a simulated grenade, and then quickly flee; It's another thing to actually do it on the battlefield.

Even if those wooden tanks are just imitating real tanks, they can make those trained soldiers tired and out of breath, and from time to time they are judged to be "killed"; The actual battlefield situation is only going to get worse.

But...... Looking at the people in front of him...... It feels like they're flexible.

Jovavsky had just gotten into a tank, and Vanka quickly got it. When the tank facing Vanka had just turned its turret and aimed at Jovawski's tank, Vanka had already opened the top of the turret and threw a smoke grenade into it. The Allied drivers inside the tank had no choice but to abandon the tank and escape, but whether they came out from above or from below, what awaited them was merciless machine gun fire.

The third tank was destroyed by Slaviks. He slipped through the bottom valve, and after ten seconds, the third Grizzly tank finally didn't move.

Only the last and most troublesome one remains. Perhaps seeing that his companions were finished, Mosvenck climbed the tank and spun its turret wildly, trying not to let any infantry approach it. It's really hard to fight a guy like this.

"Time...... It doesn't seem like much," I commented faintly at the end, "three tanks should be enough, and now we need to fight quickly." ”

"What should I do?" Magyar asked me. After hiding in a safe place, he finally stopped working with me, "Mosvenk is still ......"

"I know that Comrade Commander is not in a situation right now," I replied impatiently and casually, "to contact me one by one." Look at who among them has the walkie-talkie with them! ”

There is no need for Magyar to order. The other guy who was still a minor (to tell the truth, has the army started to accept young soldiers now) had turned on the radio and was calling desperately.

"Comrade Vanka! Hear it, please answer! ”

"Slavik! Hear it, please answer! ”

"Comrade Jovavsky! Comrade Jovavsky? Hear it, please answer! Repeat ......"

"Vanka received!" Thankfully, there was someone who was willing to listen to the radio.

I grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted at the other side: "Comrade Vanka! Depending on the situation, Comrade Commander will not be able to take the fourth tank. To prevent enemy dogs from jumping over the wall, and also to protect the tanks that have already been captured! I command you! Fire at the side or rear of the fourth tank! ”

It's not the same as the kind of heated arguments that I estimate can occur. There was not much resistance, and there was not much disagreement, Vanka just replied lightly: "Roger." ”

After five seconds...... Hiding outside the gates of the Allied base, I saw a dazzling burst of fire. The fire erupted from the barrel of the last still, striking the ass of the fourth, still moving Grizzly Tank.

Unfortunately, such a huge impact force caused the commander Comrade Mosvenk to fall from the turret of the fourth Allied tank.