Every few days, when he saw the big rectangular iron house again, Zhong felt trembling in his heart.

What an evil being! A huge iron box full of rivets, a thick and obscene iron pipe stuck at one end, and a three-story roof of a car with a cigarette-butt-like machine gun tower that spoils aesthetics, codenamed after the inventor of the periodic table, was hit many times by the 75 short cannon of Cedian but was unharmed...... All of this fueled the irrepressible uneasiness in Zhong Yi's heart, torn between anger, fear, and mantis-swallowing nausea.

Mendeleev, Mendeleev - if you don't go to hell, I will go to heaven -

The mouth was chanting and whispering, and the hand had already subconsciously slapped the code words on the shoulder of the driver who was located under the front. Rushing straight through the barrel of the cannon is obviously a dead end, there is no other way, it can only take a detour, go around to the side, hit the tracks, hit the machine gun tower, cripple it, paralyze it, and turn it into a lamb to the slaughter-

Zhong Yi likes to eat mutton.

The moment the chariot turned rapidly, Zhong Yi's mind flashed back to the picture of his father wearing an apron and roasting mutton with the whole family when he was a child.

To outsiders, his father was always as violent as his name, but in the eyes of his family, his smiling face was far more common than his angry face.

His father's death is full of doubts, and Zhong Yi hopes that he will be able to resolve these doubts in his lifetime, but before that, he must first survive this war and fill in enough military exploits for this easily inherited duke—Zhong Yi does not want to be seen as a gentleman who eats his father's meal.

Prove it all on this hellish battlefield!

There was a knocking sound on the outer wall of the armored steel plate, and Zhong Yi could see from the periscope that the machine gun tower on the top of the iron house was frantically spewing gun flames at his ground car.

Zhong Yi tapped the back of the driver's head.

The 20-ton heavy chariot suddenly came to a screeching stop and stuck behind the side of the iron house

"Three o'clock, a hundred away! Piercing bombs ready! ”

There is no more deafening mechanical sound. Zhong Yi can finally give orders with his mouth with confidence.

"Roger, three o'clock direction, a hundred distances! Piercing Bomb Reloading—"

Before the cannon commander's voice fell, the body of the other party's car that was originally buried in the snow suddenly rose, revealing the wide and thick tracks underneath, and thick black smoke suddenly erupted from a grille on the side.

"Watch the aim tracks!"

"Roger, aim for the track—"

The gun commander, who was on Zhong Yi's left, mechanically repeated the command, his eyes firmly on the scope. Rotate the direction and the high and low handwheels with both hands; The loader behind Zhong Yi quickly removed the shell from the ready-to-fire pylon under the inner wall of the turret, rotated the bolt handle, and pushed the bullet into the chamber with a bang—in less than 30 seconds, the loader and the gun commander shouted "Ready" one after another.

"Put!"

The gun commander pressed the firing button, and the thick cannon tail flicked back, Zhong Yi saw a flash of light under the iron house, the iron house trembled slightly, and the grille spewed out thicker black smoke, and the head of the car with a long pipe turned slowly to his side.

"Oops! Hurry up! The gun commander cried out in horror.

Zhong Yi pressed the driver who was about to step on the accelerator.

"See that spewing black smoke? The engine should be there, shoot there. ”

"But—"

"Execute the order!"

"Yes—"

Between words. The loader had already pushed in the second armor-piercing high-explosive round.

"Ready—"

"Ready—"

"Put!"

Probably panicked, the shell hit the hull of the car by the grille. It exploded outside the car, and the big iron house continued to turn in place while still panting.

At this time, the other chariots of the 1st Company that surrounded them also opened fire one after another, and the big iron house suddenly fell into the explosion one after another.

"This is the right direction, seize the opportunity!" Zhong Yi shouted in the ear of the gun commander.

The gun commander was dripping with sweat on his forehead, fine-tuning the handwheel like an embroidery needle, and at the moment when the loader shouted "Ready", he yelled "Grandma Day", and pressed the fire button -

The bullet exploded and hit the target! Large puffs of fire smoke erupted from the back and bottom of the iron house. Immediately collapsed in place, unable to move again.

"Your grandmother, wouldn't it be enough to do this two days earlier!" The gun commander trembled with excitement, grabbed Zhong Yi's shoulder and shook violently.

Zhong Yi was quite calm: "Don't shake it yet." If you see that turret, do it! Make a way for the infantry—"

Before the gunner could make a move, the cigarette-butted turret on the top of the iron house had already been hit by two or three bullets in succession. When the smoke cleared, the turret was able to spit fire on three sides and smoke on all sides, and it was clear that there was no need to waste any more ammunition for it.

Seeing that the objective had been achieved, the vehicles of the 1st Company stopped firing one after another.

Zhong Yi opened the top cover, carefully poked his head out of the commander's command tower protruding from the top of the turret, and saw that there was no major problem around, so he quickly stood up for the most part, raised two small red and green flags, and waved them at the two wingmen behind.

"The right team is moving closer to me."

After flying such a flag several times in a row, the two chariots about fifty meters away from the left and right rear were there

The ground leaned in.

Zhong Yi looked at the car of the company commander Fu Liang, and saw Fu Liang standing high on the top of the turret, with a small flag flying up and down, and the following flag was played: "The whole team comes with me." ”

At the same time as the 1st Company was fighting Mendeleev, the 1st Regiment and the 2nd Regiment broke into the village of Aktobe with the support of the troops of the 1st Brigade (1 telegraph and 5 hounds), and with flamethrowers and submachine gunners as the vanguard, they swept house by house - in fact, this small village, which had been demolished by our heavy artillery, had long been left with no houses to sweep.

Skirting the burning ruins one after another, from time to time a few remnants were driven out of this cellar, and a few grenades were thrown into that bunker, and in less than a quarter of an hour,2 swept from the head of the village to the end of the village, and before he could take a breath, he ran into a menacing Russian cavalry.

—

"Ulla—"

Spears and sabers, Cossack fur hats proved their identity, and flocks of steppe eagles flooded the front with lightning speed

Hearing the noise and shouting in front of him, Wang Zhongjun, the second chief who was squatting on the turret of Yuan Xu's car, hurriedly stood up and watched.

Climb high and look into the distance, at a glance.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Xu, the commander of the 1st Brigade, held his horsewhip and drilled out of the turret.

"Maozidi's cavalry has counterattacked." Wang Zhongjun was anxious.

"Look at the back, there's the chariot team." Yuan Xu's eyesight is even better.

"There's going to be a fierce battle......"

"Where are the left wingers who support you?"

"At the west end of the village, it seems to be hitting a big guy - I'll send someone to contact you."

Yuan Xu held the horsewhip in his hand and slapped it a few times: "It's too late, Sheng, let's do a big job here." ”

It turned out that Yuan Wang and Wang were old acquaintances of the same villager, and they both called each other names, but this time Wang Zhongjun's department was not only incorporated into Yuan Xu's command to fight, but the two met in a fierce battle, which is really fateful.

"Okay, do a big job—"

After that, Wang Zhongjun pulled out his war sword, jumped out of the chariot, and drove his subordinates to supervise the battle to meet the enemy.

Yuan Xu was also unequivocal, taking the car as the vanguard, leading the 5 toy-like hounds chariot to break into the enemy formation at full speed. As soon as the Russian cavalry saw the Chinese chariot coming, they probably had previous experience, and turned around and fled. The Chinese chariots and infantry fired guns and cannons, chasing the horses' buttocks and striking them violently, causing the Cossacks to cry wolves and howl on their backs, throwing sabers and spears to the ground, and throwing their previous majesty into the clouds in one breath—

Yuan Xu was about to lead the team to chase and kill, when the artillery fire of the Russian counterattack came one after another, ploughing back and forth in the village inch by inch, dense shrapnel frantically hit the armored shell, and the thick gunpowder smoke surrounded the chariot and poured in from the gaps, and the crew had to wear gas masks.

Because the road in front of him was blocked by artillery fire, Yuan Xu had to order the driver to retreat temporarily, and the survivability of the thin-skinned and clumsy Cedent in the dense artillery fire was not as good as that of the light and agile hound.

The Russian artillery bombardment lasted only five or six minutes, and when the smoke dissipated, Yuan Xu drilled out of the turret, only to see a group of armored cars on the side of the avenue, led by several units on the thin and obscene hull with two disproportionately large column-shaped turrets, and an inexplicable obscene atmosphere was pervasive.

Without time to appreciate the unique aesthetics of Russian weapons, Yuan Xu was about to command the whole team to rush to the enemy formation and fight to the death, when he accidentally caught a glimpse of several soldiers carrying a bloodied officer through the side of the car with a door panel.

Yuan Xu saw that the officer's figure was similar to Wang Zhongjun, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who is carrying it over there?" ”

"Our battalion commander has been shot—" a corporal replied with a crying voice.

At this moment, the officer on the door panel suddenly struggled to fall to the ground and raised his hand to Yuan Xu with difficulty.

"Sheng, you go down to recuperate, just leave it to me here."

Yuan Xu's persuasion did not work, and Wang Zhongjun broke free from the obstruction of his subordinates and rolled to the side of the chariot tracks.

Yuan Xu gritted his teeth, jumped off the chariot, and helped his fellow countryman: "You don't want to die!" ”

"I'm dead." Wang Zhongjun's pale lips trembled, "Hit the old wound left by Vladivostok - this time you can't escape, so use this life to repay the great favor of the emperor." ”

"When, still talking about this—get back on the stretcher! The enemy is coming. ”

"Wait, please find a way...... Give this to the current emperor. Wang Zhongjun took out a bloody oilcloth bag from his chest pocket with difficulty and stuffed it into Yuan Xu's pocket. This is 20 years ago the emperor personally handed over to my father, please tell the current emperor, my royal family for generations, swear to be the son of the Han family, the Chinese royal family allegiance...... to death......"

"You-"

The word "fool" behind Yuan Xu was not spoken, Wang Zhongjun tilted his head, and he had already passed out.

"Hurry up and send it back, Maozi's chariot is up!"

Three times and two times to help Wang Zhongjun on the door panel, Yuan Xu climbed back on the roof of the chariot, shook his head and sighed: "Sheng, loyal to the country, should give priority to patriotism, leaving this life and working hard to serve the country is the right way, no matter what, you must survive." ”