Full text without ads Chapter 211: Reversal! Churchill's Tears (20)

The bullet marks of the French M1897 75 mm 36 times diameter cannon and the Huazuo 15 57 mm 40 times diameter cannon staggered, and the shells hit Zhong Yi's "Iron Leopard" and Tukhachevsky's "St. Shamon" almost simultaneously. Full text without ads

With a "click", the top cover of the "Iron Leopard" conning tower was lifted heavily from the inside, black smoke gushed out, and Zhong Yi, whose face was dripping with blood, grabbed the edge of the conning tower with both hands, and struggled to hold on, immediately exposing his entire body to the armor of the combat vehicle.

Shuttle after shuttle of bullets whizzed past Zhong Yi's side, clanged at Zhong Yi's feet, and covered the depths of Zhong Yi's brain - there was no time to be in a daze! I was not in the mood to spend half a minute climbing off the chariot step by step, and jumping directly from the top of the command tower three meters above the ground was the only option!

Leaping forward, time suddenly stood still, Zhong Yi felt himself suspended in mid-air, and the bullet dragged through the air trail slowly past his eyes...... Until both feet hit the ground at the same time as the shoulders, the jump seemed like a quarter of an hour, or a whole afternoon.

Lying next to the chariot tracks wrapped in mud and branches, Zhong Yi didn't want to move, the blood in front of him blinded his vision, his ears were full of guns and machinery, and the wounds on his forehead and calves began to hurt bitterly, but what he was most concerned about at the moment was the vague outline of the car that destroyed him three hundred meters away......

"Report, Sergeant Potaki is dead."

Zhukov wiped the blood and brains from his face, endured the pain in his left arm, and calmly reported the driver's name to Tukhachevsky.

The driver's seat, on Zhukov's left-hand side, was raised by a movable bracket so that the driver had a better view through the cylindrical armored bridge protruding from the top of the hull.

The bridge was slightly smaller than the commander's conning tower, but it was about the same shape, and perhaps to the Chinese gunner opposite, the two protruding "little heads" were no different - both were the Achilles heel of the steel behemoth. (Full text e-book free download)

Sergeant Potaky's luck was clearly not comparable to that of the commander, Lieutenant Tukhachevsky, when a 57-mm shell from a Leopard tank easily penetrated the 22-mm steel plate on the front of the bridge, completely shattering his head, and Zhukov's head flew all over his face.

At the same time, shrapnel that splashed and bounced inside the armored vehicle not only hit Zhukov's left arm, but also cut the bandaged left side of Lieutenant Tukhachevsky's face, and blinded the first loader Seryov in his right eye.

The driver was killed, the commander, the gun commander, the first loader were wounded, and it was time for Tukhachevsky to make a decision.

"Rip Sergeant Portalki's body off, and I'll drive it."

Zhukov, while clumsily executing the order, asked tentatively: "The next goal is ......"

"The next task of the car is: to the rear repair yard to replenish ammunition and replace the crew."

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Five kilometers southeast of the "wild boar" forest, the position of the 115th Infantry Division of the Russian Army in the village of Sakmara.

With the roar of engines and the sound of machine gun fire, a convoy of "iron horses" called "wolf packs" broke through the dust curtain and rushed out one after another, passing one machine gun after another, one artillery gun after another, and one trench after another.

The Russian soldiers, caught off guard, either saluted on the spot, retracted into their bunkers, or abandoned their guns and fled, with only a few unlucky ones eating their guns in the seemingly random strafing of the convoy in all directions.

Suddenly, the leading "Iron Horse" car was blocked by a long row of steel rails inserted diagonally into the soil, and in an instant, the entire convoy stopped one after another on the carriage road leading to "Pinggu", becoming a conspicuous target for the surrounding Russian guns.

Reacting from the initial shock, the Russian soldiers began to look around for cover, and spontaneous and sporadic fire converged on the convoy from all directions, occasionally "popping" on the thin iron skin of the "Iron Horse" tactical off-road vehicle and the steel plate body armor of the Chinese special combat personnel, but the convoy could not disperse to dodge - there were several intact Chinese combat vehicles trapped in the swamps on both sides of the carriage road, indicating the risk of vehicles leaving the road at will in this area.

However, just before the Russian officers who were brandishing pistols in the trenches could regain control of the soldiers, an "iron horse" covered with guards and tarpaulins in the back of the car rushed out of the queue, quickly overtook the lead car, and crashed straight into the obstacle in the middle of the road - an instant flash of red light, dust and debris flew out, accompanied by a terrifying loud noise, and a huge column of smoke rose into the sky, in the eyes of the surrounding Russian officers and soldiers, its power was comparable to the "largest" bomb dropped by the Chinese heavy bombers before.

Without waiting for the dust and smoke to dissipate, let alone for the Russian officers and soldiers to come to their senses, the "wolf pack" quickly regained its vitality, and the leading "iron horse" plunged headlong into the rising and spreading smoke column, and the entire convoy followed one after another, disappearing from the field of vision of onlookers like a phantom......

However, in just five minutes, the team encountered two similar obstacles one after another, so this similar scene was repeated twice in succession...... In the end, at the cost of three "iron horses" and several daredevils, the "wolf pack" penetrated many battle lines and disappeared into the vast woods on the banks of the Oren River.

In the next hour, the village of Sakmara was bustling with activity: first five or six single-tracked "Rigsky" ultralight tanks cautiously pursued, then three or four turretless "Rybinsk" series vehicles that looked like giant bricks and bricks arrived slowly, and finally 3,000 cavalry with field guns and machine guns and horse-drawn carriages swarmed behind.

Without exception, they can only look at Lin Xing and let the "wolves" that provoked and humiliated them in broad daylight get away with the punishment they deserve......

At night, Xinhua Palace, the queen's dormitory, Yuehua Palace.

“…… Under the Imperial Air Force Department and the Air Force General Staff, there are Strategic Commands, Ground Support Commands, and Maritime Support Commands, and the forces and specific deployments under the jurisdiction of each department are flexibly deployed under a unified system of military administration and military orders in accordance with the operational guidance of the base camp. ”

"Of course, the army can retain a part of the small reconnaissance and liaison planes and equip them with the flight squadrons directly under the army or group army to perform daily duties, while the navy can retain all carrier-based aircraft and some seaplanes, which will not adversely affect the current strength and future development of the aircraft carrier mobile force......

When Empress Liu Qianhua heard this, she suddenly interrupted Crown Prince Liu Ping's gushing discussion: "Is this your own idea?" ”

Liu Ping was stunned for a moment, but he had no reservations: "The emperor atoned for his sins, this was actually the idea of Major Qi Peng of the Army Attendant Department." ”

Liu Qianhua groaned slightly, nodded slightly, and said: "That Qi Peng, who has a lot of fate with you, is a talent, but he is not deeply involved in the world, and it is too simple to see the problem, you can listen to his words, but you must have your own opinions." ”

"The younger brother obeys the emperor's teachings." Liu Ping bowed his head in shame.

"Okay, I will convene the relevant ministers to discuss your idea in detail, as for your request to return to the front line, I can't give you an answer for a while, you go back to the palace to recuperate for the time being, treat the concubine and the little princess well, as soon as there is news, I will naturally summon you."

After speaking, Liu Qianhua glanced at the female officer on the side, and the female official willingly lifted the curtain behind Liu Ping.

"Emperor Xie, that subordinate brother retreated first."

Before the curtain was put down again, another female official hurriedly entered, and when she saw Liu Ping, she only nodded slightly, and then passed by him, and when she entered the tent, she stepped forward to report: "Gu Yingyang, Marquis of Wuling, is waiting outside the palace gate." ”

Liu Qianhua smiled faintly: "So fast? Biography—"

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