The reality is so cruel, when the people above move their mouths, the people below who really do things have to pay a tragic price. On the Jianji Hall in the Forbidden City www.biquge.info, when Zhu Mu expressed his determination, the new army in Liaodong was on the position near the Xiushui River and started a new battle with the rebels.

Fan Ming sat in his tank and observed through the gap in the periscope the firing point of the rebels in this distant position, and the new army now has little psychological pressure when facing a defensive system of this intensity. At least with the support of a large number of tanks, the units of the Forces nouvelles dared to launch a dream attack on such a position.

With an order, Fan Ming's tank unit began to start its engine, and felt the body tremble slightly, which made the hearts of these armored soldiers of the Ming Empire more stable. They are invincible now, at least in their hearts, and feel that they are invincible.

"A company of tanks, start moving forward! Watch your speed and keep your flanks under friendly cover! In the radio headset, the voice of the battalion commander was heard, and as the tank slowly moved forward, Fan Ming pressed his right hand on the 20 mm caliber cannon, and aimed the optical sight at the enemy machine gun bunker that sprayed flames in the distance.

"Erlian! Keep up with the previous company and form a cover formation! Don't show your flanks, and watch the speed of your advance, the infantry is already behind you! "Just a few seconds forward, the battalion commander's order came back right after.

Behind Fan Ming's mind, the infantry of the new army had already followed, carrying their various weapons, hunched over and advancing with the tanks in small steps. These soldiers carefully covered their bodies with the tanks in front of them, for fear that the flying bullets would pass through the air strikes between the tanks and sweep away them.

From time to time, shells exploded around them, bringing up dirt and shrapnel to sweep down the unlucky soldiers, but the whole assault still followed its own rhythm, advancing non-stop, and it seemed that it was about to come into contact with the rebel trenches.

The tank's tracks were already rolling and tearing down the barbed wire fence of the rebel front line, and the soldiers behind them stepped on the thunderbolts, and the explosions followed one after another. Hundreds of Forces nouvelles fell in the path of the attack, but many more soldiers crossed the death strip and were only a few dozen meters away from the enemy trenches.

"Boom!" Just as the tank commanded by Fan Ming was slowly approaching the rebels' trenches, another staggering No. 1 tank not far from his tank suddenly exploded violently, and the parts of the hull even flew sideways near Fan Ming's tank, hitting the iron plate of the tank's armor, making a chilling sound.

"1 company of tanks was hit! I can't read the tank number clearly! Is it a company commander's car? Inside the headphones, there were all kinds of shouts at once. Fan Ming soon heard a detail, that is, the exploding No. 1 tank was hit, and it was obvious that some dangerous weapons appeared on the opponent's position, threatening the survival of the tank.

An inexplicable nervousness suddenly swept through Fan Ming's body, because he saw an inconspicuous position on the opposite side, and suddenly there was a flash of fire, and a shell flew straight over a distance of about a hundred meters, grazing the hull of Fan Ming's No. 1 tank, and flew far behind him.

The whistling sound brought out by this shell seemed to be heard by Fan Ming through the steel plate, and in less than a month, the No. 1 tank could no longer provide him with that superior sense of security, and instead he was worried about the fragile front armor plate of his tank.

"Right ahead! Straight ahead! The rebels have a direct-fire artillery! Wreck it! Hurry up and click to destroy it! Fan Ming adjusted the turret slightly, aiming his 20 mm caliber cannon at the target that was firing at him, and hurriedly pressed the radio switch with his slightly trembling fingers.

"Hell! Be sure to write a report next time and get those bastards to put the radio switch in a good position! After failing to press the switch on the radio machine twice in a row, Fan Ming secretly scolded the unreasonable design in his heart. But his other hand was not idle, but had already pulled the trigger to fire.

"Suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly! The staggered and coherent firing of the 20-millimeter guns rang out, and the tracer bullets made a brilliant straight line even during the day, flying towards the rebel artillery position, which was preparing to continue firing at the Forces nouvelles tanks. Dense 20-millimeter cannon shells struck around the gun, raising a cloud of dust that obscured the view.

"I can't see the target!" While ordering his tank to speed up, Fan Ming found the radio switch and reminded his comrades loudly: "There is a direct-fire gun in front of the No. 4 tank of the 1st Company, and it was firing at me just now!" I can't see it anymore, can anyone confirm if the target is destroyed? ”

"Boom!" In the white smoke, another cannonball suddenly flew out, but because it was shrouded in smoke, it was obvious that this cannonball was far less accurate than the two shots just now. The shell passed directly between the two tanks and hit the ground not far away, and the explosion set off a black column of smoke.

It seemed that the other party was answering Fan Ming's question with facts, so before Fan Ming could continue to fire, another No. 1 tank that found the problem was not polite at all, and fired violently again directly at the place where the smoke and dust had been filled.

It was clear that in a certain section of the position, the concentrated tanks provided sustained and heavy firepower, which surpassed the concentrated firepower of the rebels on the opposite side in the corresponding area. This is also the main reason why the assault side can gain an advantage in local areas, and it is also the embodiment of the saying that the best defense is the offense.

When dozens of tanks are in front of a position, it means that dozens of 20 mm guns can quickly use the most efficient direct aiming means to bombard the targets they are aiming at. This was a bloody nightmare for the enemy infantry in the trenches.

Fan Ming, a poor man who was both a loader and a commander, hurriedly installed the huge magazine for the new 20mm machine gun, and then poured ammunition at the dangerous target over there. At this time, the tank forces of the Ming Empire seemed to be close enough to the enemy's trenches, and the battle between the infantry began.

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Uh, or thanks, or pray...... That one....... Thank you!! (To be continued.) )