"Hey, Carol, eyes on the road! If you can fall into a pit on the grassland, you should really retire! ”

In a Russian-made C-35 tank painted with white Arabic numerals "343", four white men with five big and three thick must not only be careful of the cold equipment parts around them, but also have to watch out for bumps and bumps in bumps. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info No, the gunner's head staring out of the observation hole was cold, and he cursed, and his English was a standard London accent.

"It's good to be active at night, it's good if you don't turn us over, don't expect him to do a better job than this!" The loader gloated and spoke English fluently.

The goatee-bearer, who was about thirty-five or sixteen years old, reminded his two companions with his hands and feet: "Hey, stop complaining! Focus, we're on the battlefield! ”

At this time, through the observation holes and periscopes, the chariot crew could already see the fire from the battlefield more clearly, and the smoke in the sky was faintly discernible against the background of the artillery fire.

Continuing to move forward in bumps for about ten minutes, the C-35 tank came to a halt after a short cushion with a "attention" from the driver.

"I'm going to die! Stay card! The gunner rubbed his forehead and cursed.

Because the engine was turned off, this time the driver clearly heard his companion's complaints, and he responded: "I said 'pay attention', you stupid fellow!" If you're ready, it's time to hit the ass of the person in front of you! See! They've all stopped! ”

The commander ignored the usual bickering of his subordinates, and he adjusted the observation angle of the periscope and cautiously observed the situation around him. After a while, someone knocked on the hull from the outside, and the captain quickly pushed open the hatch and poked the little half of his body out, and then he heard a burst of Russian speaking at a rapid pace.

The commander listened quietly, and at the end, with a "understood" in non-standard Russian, he retracted into the cabin of the tank, and said to his companions in English: "Guys, we have been given the order to follow the company to attack the enemy's flank, the Japanese have put a lot of tanks in this area, their infantry is very desperate, the 4th Tank Brigade, which was put into battle in advance, suffered heavy casualties, we have to be careful. ”

After hearing this, the gunner, with high cheekbones, deep eye sockets, and a straight nose, muttered: "A group of orthodox Britons came all the way to Northeast Asia to help the Soviet Russian army fight the Japanese army, and our experience is legendary enough, if we were killed by the Japanese, would anyone write a biography for us?" ”

The commander did not answer, and the rest did not squeak. With the abdication of the "cowardly king" Edward VIII, the once glorious British Empire has completely fallen into history, most of the British people have silently accepted this cruel ending, about 30 million people have become obedient citizens of the Kingdom of England, the Scottish Republic and the Kingdom of Wales, more than 5 million people have chosen to settle in Canada under the banner of St. George, and more than 5 million people have emigrated to the United States, Brazil, Argentina and other countries, only a few people have decided to continue fighting, and some of them are secretly operating in various parts of Britain, Some ran around the old British colonies, while others became international warriors, joining other countries' armies as military instructors, mercenary soldiers, or volunteers. Among these people, more than 1,000 people went to China, Soviet Russia, and Japan.

The goatee-bearded commander, whose full name is Bartlet-Alfred Parkes, is an Englishman who served in the British Army for 11 years and was a veteran non-commissioned officer in the famous British Army's 1st Armoured Brigade. During World War II, he followed the troops to fight in the arduous Battle of the Cohen Peninsula, as a commander achieved a good record of destroying 2 enemy vehicles and 2 armored vehicles, and destroyed 1 enemy tank with anti-aircraft artillery in the case of abandoning the vehicle on foot, and later led a new crew member to destroy a German "Teutonic Knight" in the Battle of Sheffield, and was soon wounded and captured, and stayed in the German prisoner of war camp until the end of the war, when the British Army ceased to exist, England, Scotland, The three divided countries of Wales have little decent defence. After returning to his hometown and working as a traffic policeman for more than a year, Parks came to Russia with his undying ideals and beliefs, became an international soldier with a "red skin and white heart", and entered the Soviet Russian armored forces with solid chariot command skills. Here he gave himself the Russian name, Yakov, and met several new partners: Louis Essen from the London suburbs, who was the gunner and loader of the C-35, Carol Vicente from the mountains of northern Scotland, who was the driver of the Russian tank, and Vlamiky Jinke, who was born in Russia and was of half-British descent, who was a machine gunner and communications soldier.

A moment later, a rumbling roar came from outside. Receiving Parks' instructions, the driver Carol restarts the vehicle. Equipped with a 500-horsepower 12-cylinder V-cooled four-stroke diesel engine, the C-35 had good maneuverability, and with the skillful maneuvering of the driver, it quickly made a small radius steering maneuver, following the vehicle in front of it in a direction due east.

Less than 20 minutes into his journey, Parks suddenly shouted, "Enemy vehicles have been spotted ahead!" Get ready for battle! ”

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from not far away. Despite the fact that the tank was barely affected, everyone's nerves immediately tightened.

"What model of Japanese combat vehicle is it, Type 92?"

Gunner Essen adjusted the muzzle orientation and asked him what he was most concerned about.

"No, it's not as big as the ninety-two, it seems to be...... Type 97 light chariot! As soon as Parks finished speaking, another explosion was heard from a nearby distance, and this time, the tremor was obvious, which meant that the shell should have landed very close.

"Hell, we can't expose the side to them like this, even the Type 97 47mm gun will pose a threat to our side armor!" Parks had no time to observe whether the other tanks in the column would make their own adjustments based on the judgment of the situation, so he hurriedly ordered a turn.

The driver, Carroll, was very quick to make effective adjustments.

"Hey, I found it, that's right, a Type 97 light tank...... The distance is about 500 yards, and we can easily beat it to scrap metal during the day, but there is no guarantee of a hit rate at night! After a little observation, Parks came to a conclusion.

Shout...... Rumble!

A cannonball whistled and landed less than half a meter away from the induction wheel, almost incapacitating the Russian tank carrying a group of international fighters.

"Full speed ahead!" Parks shouted.

50 kilometers per hour is the maximum road speed of the production C-35, and when traveling through the field, the top speed is usually around 30 kilometers per hour, which means a displacement of about 8 meters per second - when the muzzle of the Japanese tank in the line of sight spewed flames mixed with gunsmoke, Parks gritted his teeth and stared at the observation hole with unusual composure, his left hand grasping the pole beside him......

Rumble!

The explosion sounded so close that the view of the observation hole was obscured by the smoke and dust kicked up by the explosion. The hull was still jolting, and Parks reminded himself with his boots to the gunner under the side: "Armor-piercing shells ready!" ”

Without hesitation, Essen removed a long armor-piercing bullet from the ammunition rack, filled it into the chamber with great agility, and then slapped Parkes' shiny leather boots vigorously: "Reloaded!" ”

Parks didn't have time to answer, and at this time, the C-35 was at full speed, like a cheetah running wildly in the field, and estimated that the other party was about to finish loading, and he shouted with all his strength: "Turn left!" ”

Unlike warships, the vehicle still needs some time to adjust after the transmission of the steering, under the control of the driver, its left axle and track decelerate, and the right side still maintains the original speed, and the steering is completed in a blink of an eye. At this moment, the Japanese tank opened fire, and when the shells flew over a distance of more than 400 meters and fell, the "343" had already driven sideways for more than ten meters.

Listening to the sound of an explosion coming from behind, Parks castled the steering grip with a blank face, causing the turret to quickly rotate in a clockwise direction driven by a motor. With his precise control, the muzzle of the tank quickly turned to the Japanese tank that appeared in front of the left. Maybe the steppe livery was hiding its whereabouts, or maybe it had been lurking in some hidden corner from the beginning, and it had very unexpectedly appeared behind the Soviet armored column, and maybe it was going to give the self-righteous Russian armored men a headache from the back of the butt, but now, they had to take out the arch-enemy with the Arabic numerals painted on the turret "343" first.

"Stop shooting!"

Parks roared, and after the chariot had come to a halt with a sudden brake, he expertly and nimbly made the final fine-tuning to the muzzle, frowning slightly, and pressed the fire button.

Rumble!

With the roar of the 57mm gun, an armor-piercing shell was disarmed at a speed of up to 770 meters per second. In less than a second, the Japanese tank, still turning its turret, would be put to the test of fate.

"Missed! Armor-piercing shell loading! ”

Before Parks could finish speaking, the sturdy Essen had already withdrawn from the shell of the previous shell. In the cabin of the tank, where the engine was still running, the clatter of the shells hitting the ground was even more exciting.

Rumble!

The violent tremors were accompanied by a deafening explosion, like an earthquake, and even the illusion of a landslide - the battle-hardened armourers had more or less experience of their cars being hit by the enemy, and only the lucky ones survived the brutal battle, and Parks was one of them.

There was neither fire nor smoke in the cabin, nor did the power system stall, and Parks' clenched heart relaxed a little. Under his manipulation, the muzzle was fine-tuned again.

"Armor-piercing rounds reloaded!" Essen's voice has never sounded so good.

Time was still passing, and one could imagine that on the Type 97 tank opposite, the Japanese armored soldiers were also loading shells as fast as they could, perhaps they had already loaded the armor-piercing shells into the chamber, and the gunner's fingers would press the fire button at any moment.

Parks opened fire without hesitation.

Night battle, more than 350 yards away, second shell, hit!

(End of chapter)