After stabilizing himself, Trode picked up "The enemy has anti-tank weapons!" Hurry up and locate and fight back! Then he turned to Alicia and asked, "Did you see anything just now?" ”

"11 o'clock direction, anti-tank guns, I didn't see the specifics." Alicia said with some urgency.

Trod squinted in that direction, and sure enough, as he looked, another shell flew at him, but this time it didn't hit their tank and flew past the side of the tank, but it was enough to give Trod enough shock.

"Cut." Trode shook his head, regained his composure, and said into the microphone: "The direction is right, return fire now, leave those artillery pieces alone, come with me!" ”

Putting down the microphone, Trode shouted down below, "Yorkson, put those bastards in my field of vision!" ”

The latter did not answer, but simply pulled the lever hard. The two tanks turned at the same time, rushing towards the direction of the artillery fire, and due to the smoke of the battle, the visibility became even lower, and Trood could only quickly make up for the disadvantage in distance to pull back the situation.

However, in the face of such a big target as Trood, the British anti-tank gunners could see it clearly, and the shells came one after another. On the contrary, the shells fired by Trod are quite inaccurate, 8 percent of the warheads are seriously off target, and those that can cause damage to the enemy are generally not too serious, not to mention machine gun strafing, and there are steel plates used to defend against machine gun bullets on the anti-tank, so if Trod they can't really determine the specific location of the enemy, it is still too difficult to destroy the enemy by covering the strike.

Of course, as the enemy approached to pull back the situation, the danger of them being penetrated by anti-tank guns increased, but Trood couldn't think so much about it now, and this battle, if he retreated here. That would be a total failure for them!

"Alicia, stick to those cannons!" Trood came up with a good idea for his sidekicks, and the two tanks quickly closed in close to the enemy's anti-tank gun positions under the cover of British artillery bunkers. After that, maybe only a minute, or maybe ten minutes, Trood himself couldn't tell, but they finally cleared the smoke and saw the enemy's anti-tank guns firing at them.

"Boring!"

Just as Trood was about to give the order to open fire, they were hit again. However, this time they were not so lucky, and at this distance, the British 6-pounder anti-tank guns were enough to pose a mortal threat to their IV. tank. Just now, a shell was fired from the left side of the hull machine gun, and the armor-piercing warhead consumed almost all of the kinetic energy at the moment of hitting the tank, and it passed by the side of Yorkson's head weakly, so frightened that he stared at his eyes, but Yorkson's psychological quality was still quite strong after all, and he immediately operated the tank and began to move forward after realizing the current situation.

On his side, Roy. To determine how much damage the bullet had caused, he looked back and found that Troll's hand was clutching tightly on his thigh, and the bruise-haired palm was on it. Some blood stains can also be seen.

"Trode! You're hurt! Roy shouted, looking up to see Troude clenching his teeth and a cold sweat on his face.

"I'm fine." Trood gasped as he said, "That warhead is stuck next to me, it's fine." ”

But Trood said so though. No one else could have really thought so, and at that moment, all the members of the 217 crew looked at Trode. However, Loy told them that it was only a skin wound and told them to deal with the enemy first, so that the tank could be restored to normal operation.

"Roy leave me alone, go and locate Natl with a machine gun." It seemed that Troude had used all the strength of his body to say this.

However, Roy ignored what he said, took his hand away, and saw that his pants had been torn, and there was an oval wound on his thigh about three centimeters in diameter, which was not deep, but the skin was rubbed off, but it was still slowly spilling blood.

Roy handed the sleeve to his mouth, bit it and pulled it violently, directly pulled down a long strip of cloth, and then quickly took out a small bottle from his pocket and said, "Bear with it!" ”

Then he didn't care what Trode's reaction was, and poured the bottle of powder directly on the wound, Trode gritted his teeth in pain, but in the end he couldn't help but scream, but the other people in the car seemed to be deafened by the noise of the tank, and did not react to the sound. After seeing that the powder had sorbed to the wound, Roymari's strip of cloth tied it around Trode's thigh, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you." Trode said a little weakly, and it could be seen that there was more cold sweat on her face than just now.

Roy didn't say anything, but turned around and continued to use his machine gun to locate Nattel. Trode was relieved that the three 6-pounder anti-tanks in front of them had been destroyed by his and Alicia's tanks, as he adjusted his breathing, but because of this, he suddenly became unconscious and fell straight backwards

"Hmm!"

Trood exclaimed, then quickly looked to the side, and found himself being held by Stein's back, who just smiled and said to him, "I may be tired now, but I have to force you to hold on a little longer." ”

"Huh!" Trode sneered twice, then readjusted his body back to a balanced state with his upper body, picked up the microphone and said, "Alicia, the armor-piercing shells destroy the artillery at close range, our high-explosive shells are not enough." ”

"Troude, what's wrong with your voice?" Alicia's keen sense of smell made her hear that Trode was abnormal the moment she opened her mouth to speak, and she quickly asked with worry.

Trode smiled, this time he didn't plan to hide it, and said honestly to Alicia: "I suffered a little skin injury, it has been dealt with, it doesn't matter." ”

"It really doesn't matter? Don't hold on, you fool! "For Trode, Alicia is not at ease, because he is always stubborn and forced to do something on his own.

"Don't worry, even if I want to, these people in my car won't allow me to do this!" Trode said with a smile.

"Then I'll believe you once." Alicia finally slowed down and said, "More than half of the artillery has been destroyed, it's almost time for us to move on to the next step." (To be continued.) )