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Chapter 164

The barracks are only 20 kilometers from the city of Salem, and it takes about half an hour to drive into the city normally, which is a little slower for an army. Where are the novels updated the fastest? Please look for Aishang Novel Network biquge.infobiquge.info especially the "Captain of Hundred" style of these British grandfathers, their maximum speed does not exceed 30 kilometers per hour, which greatly limits the pace of progress.

But no matter how slow it is, for a mechanized unit, this distance can be reached in an hour under ideal circumstances. Mr. Major looked at his watch, measured the time, and divided his army into two groups, one of which he led quickly into the city, and the other held out in the old barracks, providing support if necessary. But there was a shortcoming, there was basically no support firepower, the barracks originally had six Soviet-made 122-mm cannons, but the spare parts were incomplete, only two were barely able to fire, but the major did not dare to let them fire.

Now they can't figure out where the guerrillas are, so they can't just shoot shells into the city, right? In that case, even if the Maoists were to be expelled, they would be bitterly criticized by angry parliamentarians and citizens.

For his own safety, Mr. Major sat in one of the tanks, knowing that the partisans had no heavy firepower and were very safe inside. As for the armored vehicles of the TATA company (India's largest car manufacturer), let the big guys sit. The vehicle was so thin and welded that it probably couldn't even hold off a pistol bullet.

Soon after hitting the road, the major also made himself a cup of black tea in the car, and the British have the habit of drinking afternoon tea, so in the design, whether it is the Firefly in World War II, the Centennial Captain in the 50s, the Challenger 1 in the 60s and the latest Challenger 2 tank, there are electric heating devices in them, so you can drink some hot tea safely. The majors who studied in England, like most of the Indian elite, learned the habits of their master's country.

Like the old naval officer class in World War II, they usually eat Western food, cut steak and drink red wine. Similarly, the Indian officer class generally learned from the British, spoke English more fluently than the national language, and was a special group of people who were largely assimilated by Europeans, unlike most natives.

After the tea is boiled, the Assam black tea from Assam exudes a fragrance, this tea is very famous, the taste is fragrant, very refreshing, and it is a very famous tea in the world. The Major took a sip from his teacup, it felt good, and it was even better if it weren't for the smell of oil in the tank and the roar of the engine

"Suddenly~" The major drank black tea and listened to the shouting of the signal soldier in the headset, which also had a unique flavor. If he were a poet, like Gothair, he would have been able to write a poem.

Suddenly, the Major felt as if heaven and earth had collided together, and his heart and liver were entangled, and his ears were filled with the tooth-seeping sound of metal scraping. The teacup in his hand flickered, and the hot tea poured him on his face.

"Ahh Did you hit a tree? ”

"No, sir. We were shelled," the driver retracted into horror under the armor plate, not daring to stretch out half of his body to drive as he had just done.

"Shelling? How can it be? Is it an RPG rocket? The Major was so angry that he rounded the teacup, but thinking that the teacup was very valuable, it was lightly spaced on the bracket. How could the partisans have anti-tank guns, look closely at the tail smoke, it must be a 40-mm RPG rocket "

The secondary shooter lifted the cover from above the turret in trepidation and looked out. Just in front of the left side of his tank, a pit is clearly visible, God forbid this tank is quite sturdy, and it is not finished. The surrounding fields were empty, and there was not even a single hair. There was only a small mound in front of the side, and it vaguely looked like someone was scurrying around on it.

With a click, another cover was lifted, and the major crawled out with tea foam on his head, and looked into the distance with a telescope with a stern face. In the shot, sure enough, there was a group of people over there, and even the major saw three slender body tubes

"MD really has an ambush, they have cannons, hurry up and fire" The major was taken aback, when did the poor partisans get the anti-tank cannons??

"The fire control system is switched on and off, the computer is starting, and the connection system is starting" The fire control system began to start slowly, first self-checking, and the broken computer started slowly, and a few characters jumped out from time to time.

There were a few flashes of light on the opposite side of the "boom", and the major counted them, a total of three gun positions, and the opponent's artillery fire was quite numerous, so it was a big trouble. Then he heard the sound of shells whizzing past him, but the three shells were not accurate, and they swept past the tank and plunged into the dirt.

"Fool hurry up and stay here and get shelled?" The major scolded, and their bunch of vehicles stopped honestly, and many people stuck out their heads and looked around, without any sense of safety.

"Re-release" Sha Rui was also angry, she was in charge of aid, and she didn't expect her grades to be so poor. Three artillery guns carried out three rounds of shelling, except for the initial explosion of character, which hit one, but obviously had no impact.

The artillerymen were sweating and shaking the bolts, turning the muzzles of the guns around, just to target the chaotic targets on the opposite side. Most of them have graduated from elementary school, and it is indeed difficult for them to quickly become a well-trained artilleryman in a few days.

"Boom" then fired, this time better, a shell swept over the top of an armored car, tearing in two pieces an unlucky guy sitting on it with an outstretched neck, and the flesh flew everywhere, and the living soldiers jumped out of the car crying and rolling in the fields.

The Major raised his electric horn and shouted at the soldiers who tried to flee to rearm immediately, but the battle had not yet been fought, and he was dismayed to find that the morale of the soldiers was beginning to plummet.

He only pointed to the 105mm guns on the two tanks to suppress the opponent, then there was still hope, otherwise the soldiers would rush home to pick up the child.

The artillery of the "FIRE" tank finally opened fire, and the major covered his ears with his hands and looked at the hills through the guò binoculars. One of the two shells flew to the foot of the hill, and the other did not seem to move, not knowing where it had gone.

"Bastards for high-explosive grenades, they don't have fortifications, they use a fart armor-piercing bomb," the major scolded his soldiers, blasting them like ducks to continue.

Half an hour later, Tong Guò Weixing, who was watching the battle between the two sides, yawned, threw the headphones aside, and rubbed his eyes. The battle was so boring, the two sides just shot at each other for half an hour from a distance, you fired one shot at a time, lazy.

"What are they doing? Is this playing or playing or playing? He really couldn't stand the appearance of these two groups of people, and if the guerrillas were amateurs, it would be understandable, and those regular troops would have enough water. After fighting for half an hour, not a single shot hit the target, and the two sides exchanged fierce fire, and only one person died so far, which is really fierce enough.

Although the regular army is a little rubbish, there are many people, and if the Maoists are all at this level of technical warfare, it is a dream to liberate the whole country.

Dang Weimin's fingers swam back and forth above the touch screen, hesitating whether to end this boring children's game quickly. Shari was his first woman, and he didn't want her to die in this child's play battle for no apparent reason.

In fact, he still misunderstood the strength of the regular army, and as soon as the major's tank fire control computer was activated, he directly crashed to his stomach. The poor tankmen opened the fork of the barrel and attacked in a straight stroke, so they were not more efficient than the guerrillas.

Sha Rui pushed away the dizzy gunner, the commander tossed for a long time, and never hit the target, it was too watery. These three ZIS3 76.2 mm anti-tank guns from the party for the people are her treasures, and now hundreds of shells are basically empty, and it is extremely painful to look at the blackened barrel.

She decided to transfer on her own, because she had gone to high school and studied college with her brother for a while, and she still knew basic angular functions.

"Load," she commanded, and the gunner shoved an armor-piercing shell into the chamber, and Shari recalled the calculation method, estimating a series of parameters of the target on the opposite side, and slowly turning the angle of the barrel.

"Boom" she slammed on the firing pedal, and the red-hot shell whistled out of the muzzle and hit the additional fuel tank in the tail of the major's other tank.

The barrel of fuel immediately exploded into a ball of fire, and gasoline splashed everywhere, and some of the gasoline flowed into the engine compartment at the rear of the tank with flames, and the tank stopped. Several tankmen lifted the cover, jumped out of the smoking tank, and fled wildly behind.

"There is a damage management system in the tank, hurry up and put out the fire and run what you" The major stretched out half of his body and shouted to the fleeing soldiers, as long as the tank opened the damage management system, the fire could be extinguished, and those people actually fled shamefully.

Then, as if with divine help, the Maoist guerrillas hit the target in succession, one of which hit an armoured vehicle that was trying to outflank it laterally, and the armor-piercing shell detonated the fuel tank on the armoured vehicle. The soldiers screamed and rolled out of the car wrapped in flames, and many of them were burned to char while running.

"Retreat, let's retreat" The Major's face was blackened by the smoke, and his cheeks were blistered with blood, as if he was surrounded by flames. Then another armor-piercing bullet hit the front armor of the tank he was riding on, and then ricocheted. The bouncing cannonball grazed a panicked soldier, and then the guy held up his bloody left hand, knelt on the ground and cried loudly, just a few fingers of his left hand were slashed off in a single stroke.

The front panel of the Centurion tank was extremely thick and still not penetrated, but the huge kinetic energy caused the major to stick half of his body on the steel shell, bleeding profusely.

In fact, in the battle just now, about a dozen soldiers of the ZF Army were killed and more than 30 were injured, and the detonation of those few inferior armor vehicles alone caused more than eighty percent of the casualties, which shows that quality is the first element of munitions.

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