Damn the weather! Although the commander of the tank exposed half of his body, he was wearing a thick military uniform and a tank cap, and his body was already covered with sweat, and he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his arm, and the buzzing sound in his head continued, even ignoring the sound of shooting from the opposite side.

"Hurry up!" The commander shouted, and as soon as he finished shouting, he felt that his body suddenly seemed to be hit by something, and the shield in front of him was scarlet.

It wasn't until a second later that the initial numbness passed, and a huge pain reached his mind, and he looked at his chest, where a hole had appeared, and blood was constantly spurting out of it.

"Help me!" He shouted, his body lost its strength and fell into the tank, sniper, he was sniped himself!

Great pain came at him, and soon, he lost consciousness, and before losing consciousness, he only heard the constant sound of gunfire outside.

Seeing that their instructor killed a tanker with one shot, the rebel fighters who were hidden around were immediately inspired, and used their own guns to keep aiming and shooting, but unfortunately, their accuracy was too poor, and it was already remarkable to be able to hit the bullet on the opponent's tank and splash a spark.

Several of the tankers were injured, and the rest of them, taking advantage of this short time, re-entered the tank, closed the hatch, and the battle officially began!

The commander used the periscope to look in all directions, and the field of view was greatly reduced compared to the one that had just been exposed, but they had no other choice but to do so. The body is outside, and being taken out by a sniper is the most terrible result.

But. Just after they got into the tank, an even more terrifying scene appeared.

In the empty room that was originally around, there were many people, most of them civilians, and they were holding something in their hands. lit it, and threw it over.

Molotov cocktail!

In the mountains of Afghanistan, the Afghan guerrillas initially used Molotov cocktails against Soviet tanks, although to little effect.

And now, the distance is quite close, the street is less than ten meters wide, and there are houses on both sides, coming out of the houses. You can just throw it over.

"Smack." An incendiary flask splashed on the turret of the tank, and the gasoline inside flowed out, and suddenly, the entire turret burst into flames.

The people inside were already hot enough, and now. The Molotov cocktail was lit again, and there was a big steamer inside. As a result, the tankmen had to open the hatch and quickly climb out of it.

When they came out, they saw an even more surprising scene.

“RPG！”

Not only are Molotov cocktails a low-end weapon for civilians against tanks, but there are also more high-end weapons. An RPG dedicated to tanks!

The man must have been a member of the resistance in the princely state of Hyderabad, and he was carrying an RPG bazooka, flashing out of a corner, aiming at the tank in front of him, and then. Pulled the trigger.

A stream of heat flew out of the tail, and RPG rockets flew out of the front and flew towards the tank.

"Boom!" At such a close distance, the tank was easily hit, and when the rocket-booster grenade flew past, the shaped warhead in front tore through the T-54's armor and exploded inside

"Hit!" The rebel shouted loudly, he didn't know that several tanks next to him had already reacted, the turret turned, and the dense bullets of the machine guns in parallel immediately swept him down.

His body twitched, he looked at a tank, it rumbled and crushed over his body, and when it hit his legs, they were no longer breathing.

"Hurry, hurry!" Massoud shouted: "What about the shooters of the rockets? Where did they all die? ”

"What about people?" Binderland Valle was also stunned, now is the best opportunity to take out all these tanks, but, the rest of the hidden RPGs, seem to be scared?

"Order, anyone who does not take the initiative to attack will be shot immediately!" "If you shoot your own rocket, whether it hits or not, you can get a reward of five thousand rupees!" ”

These people are all gathered by money, and Massoud can only use this way.

Originally, the perfect encirclement here could kill all the more than 20 tanks, but unfortunately, the RPGs around were not as brave as the civilians.

The reason why civilians are willing to work so hard, of course, there is also a reward, as long as you throw a Molotov cocktail, whether it is smashed on the tank or not, there will be a reward of 1,000 rupees, under this reward, these civilians have nothing, and now, relying on this means can still make money, of course, they are desperate.

Listening to Massoud's words, Binderranwale gritted his teeth and said: "It seems that this is the only way to go, but we have to rely on this way to fight, and I am afraid that it will not last." ”

It all depends on your own economic strength, and the wealth you have stolen will probably be spent on this.

"What are you afraid of?" Massoud said: "After independence, Hyderabad will have to print its own money." ”

In the past, Hyderabad, the wealthiest princely state, had its own railways, postal services, and its own banknotes. The princely state of Hyderabad is exactly one country.

Now that Hyderabad is regaining its independence, it is natural that it will have to open its own banknote printing plant and print its own money, just like it did decades ago.

In a country with a stable economy, the amount of banknotes must be controlled on a reasonable scale, and printing money on a large scale will cause severe inflation.

And now, Massoud doesn't care about this, no matter what blank checks are promised, they can be cashed together when the time comes, and Hyderabad issues its own currency, and he prints as much as he wants, and he doesn't care about any economic laws.

And Binderranwale, who has no culture, thinks that if he can print money, then he can solve the financial problem, and since this problem is solved, it is too easy to fight a war to boost morale.

Sure enough, after the order was delivered, the RPG rocketeers who had been arranged came out of their hidden buildings and attacked the tanks of the Indian government army.

A lot of rockets flew away, and even more flew directly into the sky, as a monkey, but the effect is still very good, out of ten rounds, one can hit, enough for the Indian government army.

In this way, when they finished the attack, the number of burning tanks on the scene had reached more than a dozen.

The battle began in the city.

Rushing from the city, Ute's tank troops, in the central square of the city, listening to the explosions around him, Ute finally became angry.

The loss of more than a dozen tanks was already quite huge, and he received an order to bring back the tank troops intact, after all, this was the last home of the Indian army.

"We can't keep fighting." "We have to wait for our infantry to arrive, and with the cover of the infantry, it will be easy for us to use the power of our tanks without getting close to the rebels," said the deputy commander. ”

Tanks are not suitable for street fighting, due to the narrow field of vision, in the street fighting will often ignore the tail, only with the infantry, in order to be able to play the power of the tank's fire support, where there is resistance, directly with artillery bombardment.

Street fighting has always been the heaviest casualties, and if you want to reduce casualties, you can only do the bulldozer-style attack like the Soviet Union attacked Jalalabad, and when it comes, all places are in ruins. There is no place to hide, there is no room for snipers to move.

And now, the Indians can't copy it, because this is still Indian land, they just came to suppress the rebellion, if they beat this place into ruins, they will face strong pressure, and they don't have so much ammunition, over the years, India has not even had a qualified and perfect ammunition production line, a lot of shells need to be imported, if India uses the same tactics, it can't hit half of the city, and the ammunition stored in the arsenals of all India will be exhausted.

Occupy the city center here, even if the rebellion in Hyderabad is put down, you can give an explanation to the above first, and give an explanation to the whole country, and at the same time, waiting for the infantry to arrive here, you can continue to encircle and suppress, listening to the adjutant's advice, Ute can only give the order to stay here temporarily.

It's wide, so you don't have to worry about those RPGs getting close to shoot, and at the same time, the turret of the tank is outward, so if anyone dares to approach, they will be entertained with fire immediately!

Time is passing little by little, and it is already afternoon.

"We have to think of something else." In a basement, where several chiefs met, Binderranwale said, "Drag it out, it's not good for us." ”

Salad also frowned, he wanted to retreat if he couldn't do it, but looking at the rest of the people, he didn't say it.

"I have a solution." "Let's gather the cattle here and make a fire ox formation," Massoud said. ”

Cattle! In India, cattle are a very free animal, half of India's cattle are ownerless, wandering in the streets, digging from the garbage heap to eat when they are hungry, sleeping directly on the road when they are sleepy, similar to stray dogs, however, their status is very high, except for two states, the rest of the place, it is forbidden to kill cattle.

Now, Massoud's suggestion has stunned everyone's hearts, the Fire Bull Formation?

"We tie grass to the tail of the cow and light it so that the cow is frightened and rushes to the front, and we can follow behind, close enough to launch an RPG." "If those government forces dare to fire at our sacred cows, they are the enemies of the entire South Asian subcontinent!" (To be continued......)