When all the T62s came on the field and got together with the Soviet and Russian tanks, the difference in shooting level and driving skills immediately became apparent.

Although the movement speed of the T33 tank in Soviet Russia is not as fast as that of the T62, the gap between the level of the driver and the gunner inside and the cooperation between the commander can be seen, so that the Soviet Russian tank is superior to the soldiers of the advance army in terms of steering, aiming, and firing speed.

But their shelling, after adapting to the speed of the T62, mastered the amount in advance, and when the shells fell on the enemy tanks one after another, they were stupid.

Artillery shells, armor-piercing shells can not cause damage to the opponent's tank, a tank hit two guns in succession, the turret is not damaged at all, the armor is not damaged at all, the fire flashes, the opponent does not stop to fire back a cannon, as long as it hits, boom, your tank either the turret is lifted away, or the armor-piercing shell explodes inside, detonating the shells in the tank, forming a martyrdom, bursting bright fireworks.

"Plugs! Aim at the tank on the left at a distance of 700 meters! Fuck it! ”

Inside a tank, the commander stares ahead in the periscope and yells.

The gunner quickly aimed at the tank that was firing at him on the left side in the retreat, and 10 seconds later, with a tom shot, the shell fell on the tank about two meters away, and a stream of sand and gravel exploded, hitting the Soviet Russian tank with a rattling sound.

"Bolt, where the hell are you going! It's crooked!! ”

At the captain's roar, the bolt pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, and aimed at the tank again, and ten seconds later, a cannon shot was fired.

The shell dragged the fiery red tail fin, and in a flash, it reached a position of about 700 meters, and then, with a loud bang, the moment the tank hit the second gun of the T62 that was reversing in front. The flames rose into the air, and the turret flew more than ten meters high, rolling, the muzzle of the gun pointed downward, and with a bang, it was stuck on the ground thirty or forty meters away from the flaming tank, and the turret was firmly erected there. It's like erecting a tombstone.

"Good bolt! Eleven o'clock, six hundred meters! ”

The commander punched the iron plate next to him, yelled and praised, and then reported the target again.

The bolt was only nineteen years old, and his slightly immature face showed ecstasy, and his white teeth bared out from the smoke of gunpowder, and in the roar, he mobilized the muzzle of the cannon again. The action was actually more numb than before, and in just eight seconds, the shell flew out of the barrel,

Rumble!

The fire flashed again, and another tank was hit and caught fire, although there was no violent explosion, and the people inside were not alive.

Fighting, in the minutes of the start of the war. The two sides twisted into a ball, a few kilometers of land. Everywhere were the wreckage of tanks that were smoking, smoking, and even exploding. Several tanks of the Russian army, or even a dozen of them, chased one or two enemy tanks, and under bombardment of artillery hits, they kept retreating. Turning, the enemy tanks that opened fire opened fire.

But their guns couldn't gnaw at these enemy tanks they saw for the first time, and even if they hit directly, they couldn't shake the opponent's solid armor. On the other hand, the opponent's armor-piercing bullets of one color. As long as it hits, there is nothing that is not scrapped.

Colonel Helfsky yelled frantically in the command vehicle and ordered to organize tanks to encircle the slippery opponent and encircle and annihilate the opponent with superior forces.

But no matter how he mobilized the tank, he couldn't outrun the opponent's speed, and the difference between them and the opponent's speed was not half a point. This allows the opponent to always maintain a distance of one or two hundred meters from their own tanks, and comfortably bombard their own tanks.

The more he turned, the more frightened he became, and the wreckage was all over the ground, and he didn't see a single tank of the other side, all of them were their T33s. In the smoke of gunpowder, he didn't know how many tanks were still fighting on his side.

The big battle that took place in front of them had been known to the cavalry who were only four or five kilometers away, and the cavalry knew that the moment of the big battle in front of the road quickly stopped their baggage, and the dust was raised, and they quickly assembled.

In a short period of five minutes, the five divisions left two regiments to guard the baggage, and the large army spread out for a kilometer or two, raising smoke and dust in the sky, and rushed to the position of the battle on the desolate land on the edge of the Gobi.

The sound of horses' hooves rumbled and revered, drowning out the sound of distant explosions. Fifty or sixty thousand war horses galloped, and the scene was so spectacular. On horseback, the Russian soldier held a gun in one hand and the reins of the horse in the other, his body undulated, and his horse galloped.

At this time, no one knew that on the edge of the Gobi Desert, more than 10 kilometers away from them, a group of armored vehicles rumbled up sand and dust, brushed past them, and went straight to the rear.

Ahead, hundreds of armored and infantry vehicles lined up like steel cavalry, waiting for the enemy to arrive and charge.

In the armored car, all the machine guns turned on the nose, and the muzzles of the guns were pointed in the direction of the sand and dust in front of them. In the infantry vehicle, the muzzles of the fighters also poked out of the narrow firing ports, ready to shoot.

The charging Soviet Russian cavalry galloped wildly in the distant roar, and the billowing smoke and dust were like a sandstorm, and behind them, it was impossible to see the situation in front of them at all, only the horses in front.

"Come on!!"

On the armored vehicle, one by one, the roof was lifted, and the anti-aircraft machine guns used for air defense were flattened, and the dust rolled in the distance, and the tom roared.

The Soviet Russian soldiers on the running war horses suddenly saw a fire in the distance, and before they could understand what was going on, the huge bullet tore their bodies, shredded the war horses under their crotches, and the plasma, and immediately made the sand and dust in the air condense into a clump and fall one after another, and in just one or two breaths, the sand and dust in front of them actually became thinner.

When the cavalry behind heard the gunshots, the horses in front of them fell down one after another, and some even quickly decomposed in the process of falling, and before their horses stepped on the corpses, the war horses had been torn apart, and the pieces did not know where they flew.

"Ula!!"

The herd of horses, quickly dispersed in the abrupt attack, moved towards the wings, and in the falling wave, in a semicircle, rushed forward.

"What is this?"

"Tanks?"

The running cavalry could see clearly the flame-spewing objects in front of them, where had they ever seen such armored vehicles? The shape is more like a boat, and each one has a ramp and a whole diamond-shaped boat.

But what answered them was a rain of bullets and hundreds of anti-aircraft machine guns, so that the horses were like gushing springs, rolling in blood-red waves, and they just didn't move forward. In just a few breaths, half a circle of corpses blocked the path of the horses.

At this time, the anti-aircraft machine guns on the armored vehicles were also emptied of bullets, and the moment the 350-round magazine was empty, the fighters retracted their heads and fastened the top covers. Immediately, the armored car smoked, and the Russian cavalry rushing towards the charge.

The charge of hundreds of armored and infantry vehicles was even more spectacular than that of war horses, and the chain rails crushed the little vegetation and raised the sand in the sky, roaring like a saloon, rolling forward.

The Russian cavalry had seen what they looked like armored vehicles, but they were strangely shaped vehicles. They took out their grenades, hung up their pistols, and galloped towards the armored car.

Distance, approaching quickly when both sides are not slow.

Kilometer...... 500 meters...... Three hundred meters ....... As the distance was pulled, the heavy machine guns on both sides of the front end of the armored vehicle suddenly erupted into flames, carried by a rain of bullets. crashed headlong into the herd of charging Russian cavalry horses.

The dense bullets were like cutters, clattering and strafing. Batches of war horses, one by one soldiers fell down, and then, they were crushed by the chain rails that came at high speed. Everywhere I went, there was a bright red mud.

The fighters in the infantry vehicle were divided into all directions, and the AK in their hands clicked...... Constant chirping. One by one, the Russian cavalry shot long shots, harvesting the horses that flashed by. And those Soviet Russian cavalry only found out at this time that the grenades in their hands had nowhere to throw, even if they were thrown on the slope where they couldn't hold things, a boom would only blow up a smoke ring for these steel guys. In addition to the smoke of gunpowder, there was only gunpowder that had not been burned.

The armored car faced the charging war horse, straight forward, and the fallen war horse was constantly pressed against Lian Guixia, and from time to time the war horse hit the high-speed armored car head-on, and then in the sound of broken bones, it was knocked out a few meters away, and then it was run over by the chain rail.

Tens of thousands of cavalry were rained down by hundreds of armored vehicles and infantry vehicles, and the chain rails were crushed, and in just ten minutes, they were unable to form an army, and the horses that escaped for their lives were compared to the route of the armored vehicles, but they could not avoid the strafing of bullets.

"Save bullets!!"

"Shoot!!"

There were all kinds of shouts in the armored car, and as the herd of horses on the battlefield was sharply reduced, there were running masterless war horses everywhere, and their shots were also more accurate than that.

The warriors no longer strafed, they all shot accurately, accurately shooting the cavalry, not the horses. There was no unbridled blood on the battlefield, and the blood was almost instantly absorbed by the thirsty sand, leaving only patches of dark red and steaming minced flesh.

At the same time as the fierce collision on this side, a team of more than 100 armored vehicles and infantry vehicles rushed directly to the position reported by the scout, to cut off the retreat of the Soviet Russian cavalry, leaving the baggage behind.

Their appearance, unsurprisingly, was still a one-sided massacre. Where can the two cavalry regiments guarding the baggage withstand the strafing of infantry vehicles and armored vehicles?

As soon as the battle began, amid the dense sound of grenade explosions, armored vehicles and infantry vehicles rushed into the baggage ranks, mercilessly strangling the lives here.

The Russian soldiers were desperate, jumping onto the armored car in the truck, but they were lying on it with grenades and didn't know where to stop, watching this steel giant devour and crush their comrades, but they couldn't do anything.

At this moment, they were so helpless, so vulnerable, in just ten minutes, when the soldiers in the infantry vehicle jumped down, the battle ended with the cost of guarding the baggage and the baggage troops combined more than one division was completely wiped out. And here, except for the armor covered with blood stains and plasma, there were no casualties.

The fighters of the infantry vehicles quickly cleared the remnants of the enemy, and after a dozen armored vehicles chased the fleeing cavalry back, they left behind thirty armored vehicles and ten infantry vehicles, turned over and surrounded the front.

At this time, the battle there had come to an end, and the empty horsemen who were running wildly everywhere and the cavalry who were fleeing for their lives everywhere were chased by infantry vehicles and armored vehicles, and one by one they fell off their horses, leaving empty horses and fleeing.

Fighting, at this moment, there is no suspense, and there are not many Soviet and Russian soldiers who can still stand up and flee for their lives. Fighting, into the sweep tail.

The soldiers on the infantry vehicle jumped out of the truck one after another at the moment when the few remaining cavalry fled, looking for a breathing figure on the ground, and constantly replenishing their guns.

The sound of thumping gunfire echoed over the empty and desolate land, and the horses fled the battlefield in the sound of gunfire, scattered everywhere.

The battle here was over for more than half an hour, not even an hour. And the tank battle over there was also coming to an end at the moment when it was being transferred over.

In less than a hundred tanks, most of the shells were missed, but they failed to damage a tank, in the field, the only two tanks lying in the nest were still one to launch a counterattack failure, one was hit by the armor-piercing shell of their own tank, which blew up a floating wheel, causing them not to dare to walk, and the others, the body was full of smoke rings, but they were still vigorously chasing the T33, and on the way to catch up, one by one was blown up.

"Don't let one go!!"

The commanders shouted loudly, and the tank increased its throttle, chasing the fleeing tank.

By this time, Wolfsky's command car had become scrap metal, and the remaining dozens of tanks without shells desperately fled back, trying to escape back to the baggage, load the shells and fight again.

In less than an hour of fierce fighting, they still have fuel, but the shells are gone, how can they fight?

But their escape has also become a luxury, chased by more than 30 tanks, one by one the fleeing tanks emitted thick smoke, erupted fierce flames, and stayed on the way to escape, and before they ran a few kilometers, they turned into scrap metal one by one.

In the distance, on a barren mountain that was about to turn into a sand dune, more than a dozen figures looked at the battlefield with thick smoke billowing out, and they were all dumbfounded, they even forgot to escape, just lying there, staring blankly at the unequal tank battle in the distance.

The sturdiness of the opponent's tank, the speed of the opponent's tank, and the unparalleled firepower of the opponent's tank all made these people's hearts tremble, and they couldn't breathe evenly.

They think that the invincible T33, in front of the opponent's tank, is like a toy, and the shells hit people and cannot even cause the least damage. And the other party has one shot, and there is no need for a second shot at all.

The two jeeps in the distance down the hill were parked, and these people didn't even have the heart to rush back and flee for their lives.

When the last tank turned into a torch, they were still immersed in boundless fear, and no one saw that twenty or thirty meters away, the dead grass slowly moved, and then one by one, the muzzles of guns moved out and aimed at them......

At this time, on the battlefield, the battle has all ended, and in just one hour of fierce fighting, this raid team that climbed mountains and waded through rivers failed to even get the least news out, and was completely defeated under the crushing of the dog's iron horse. In addition to the baggage and the remains of the corpses, there were four horses that were no longer running, and Herod was neighing and pacing. (To be continued......)