Fan Ming exposed half of his body on the turret of his tank, feeling the faint bumps from the tank's tracks, and he and the driver needed to work hard to maintain the balance and direction of the tank on the pontoon, so they could only brave the rain of bullets to poke their heads out of the hull. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

You could almost feel something flying by the hat on your head, and all the crew members of the tank unit felt the danger they were facing. In order to allow the troops to cross the river as soon as possible, the tanks drove one after another on the pontoons, and the gap in the middle was even more than a meter wide.

After more than ten days of preparation, Fan Ming's armored unit has been replaced with a more advanced No. 1 improved tank. However, he was a little dissatisfied that the new gun commander who had been added to their crew was a novice who had been transferred from other units.

Although this new artillery commander was a new recruit, Fan Ming still felt that his work was easy. The weapons that were originally required for him to operate are now in charge, and he can now concentrate on listening to orders from his superiors and thinking about how to make his tank more efficient in combat.

Adding such a gunner is definitely not as simple as adding a soldier. This simple and extreme means more than doubled the combat effectiveness of the Ming army's new "Big Turret No. 1 Tank", that is, an improved version of the No. 1 Tank.

From time to time, a tracer bullet passed through the dense smoke and passed quickly from a place not far from Fan Ming's side, it suddenly appeared somewhere, and then disappeared not far away in just a moment, like a meteor, just passing by him. Fan Ming couldn't help but shrink his head, he didn't want the bullet to leave a hole in his head or something.

A distance of 200 meters does not seem that far if it is on flat ground. But Fan Ming seemed to spend a whole century on the pontoon bridge before he finally saw the end of the pontoon. He secretly rejoiced in his heart, because until now his crossing of the river can definitely be described as very smooth.

It didn't take long for the first Ming army's No. 1 assault gun to rush down the pontoon bridge, because the armor of this assault gun was thicker than that of the No. 1 improved model, so using this assault gun as cover could get the best effect against attack.

It is a pity that so far, the Jin army has not determined the actual location of this pontoon bridge, so the expected enemy attack has not really arrived. So the No. 1 assault gun, which took the lead, drove off the pontoon bridge with a twist and rushed to the position of the Jin army.

When the Jin soldiers saw a strange tank with a low shape and no turret in the camp of the Ming army, they realized that the Ming army had built a pontoon bridge on the smoky river to attack them. The defenders, who were already a little afraid, suddenly had an irrepressible chaos, and many soldiers laid down their arms and surrendered to the Ming army, which was organizing a larger attack not far away.

With the second and third tanks joining the attack, the Ming army finally gained a foothold on the other side of the river. These tanks began to cover the Ming troops with submachine guns and bayonets to sweep the positions of the Jin army one by one, and the casualties of the Ming army began to decline rapidly - attacking behind the tanks, and attacking with flesh and blood and meeting machine guns, were completely different states. Obviously, the Ming army preferred a safer and more efficient way of attacking, and they did bring out the superiority of this method of attack.

Commanding his own tank, Fan Ming struggled over the enemy's trenches on the rugged position, his tank widened the tracks, and enlarged the turret, although due to production problems, still used a 20 mm caliber cannon as the main weapon, but it was much more powerful than the original No. 1 tank.

The tank ran over the trench that had been occupied by the Ming soldiers, rolled over the steel helmets above the heads of the Ming soldiers, and then stopped in its proper position, calmly aiming its turret at the Jinguo machine gun position in the distance, which was spraying tongues of fire and constantly firing in the direction of the river.

"Fire!" After Fan Ming gave the order to stop, he gave the gunner enough time to aim, and then gave the order to open fire and attack. Although the gunner was a little nervous for the first time in battle, he still completed the task of aiming and firing according to his training. After all, the armor of the tank provides soldiers with a rare sense of security, which makes the recruits think more calmly and helps them recall the training content they have learned repeatedly.

The 20 mm caliber cannon was still a very sharp assault weapon, and a row of shells swept like raindrops on the Jinguo machine gun position that was firing. As if replicating the previous scene, the bullets flew and a cloud of white smoke was raised, and the enemy's machine-gun position was scrapped into a ruin in the white smoke.

In a trench not far from the tank driven by Fan Ming, the two Jin soldiers who had been on duty all night from the machine-gun bunker had finally regained some of their senses. They nervously watched the hellish lines around them in the trenches, not knowing whether they should flee or surrender.

Fortunately, about two meters in front of them, there was an anti-tank trench several meters wide. The Ming army did not have the ability to climb over this trench for a while, so they still had some time to think about how to deal with the current battlefield crisis.

It was just a moment of distraction, and before the two poor Jin soldiers could finally figure out where they were going, they felt that the sky above them seemed to be covered by dark clouds. They subconsciously raised their heads to look at the sky, and saw a huge iron plate smashed down like a drawbridge.

Before the two of them could scream, they were smashed into the trench by the iron plate, and they fled in the trench in embarrassment with their steel helmets, and finally saw that what had just been smashed at the two of them was actually a piece of equipment similar to a drawbridge.

The Ming tank on the opposite side of the anti-tank trench just cut the rope that was holding the drawbridge, and then slowly retreated to the side. A Ming tank, with a hideous face and obviously larger artillery than other tanks, but no turret, roared and smoked, rushed onto the suspension bridge, easily crossing the trench that had to be filled with many sandbags to cross. On the side armor plates of this tank, a figure of 113, stands out in the sun.

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Number 113 is a spoof of the dragon spirit's previous work, and has no special meaning.

In addition, today Long Ling came home late, and the update was also late, so I apologize to everyone. (To be continued.) )