Zou Heming's rough embryo has already been deeply rooted in the essence of the dog-headed decapitation tactics, even if the first blow turns from stealth to frontal raid, Danna can still stir up the British army's command system into a pot of porridge.

Of course, the chaotic situation of the British army was not only due to the fact that the operational team led by Zou Heming himself captured the highest-ranking British commander, but also the disguised Boer militia who were instructed by him to take advantage of the chaos to attack the middle and low-ranking officers.

The image analyst, who was said to have hemorrhoids in the light curtain of the dome, marked most of the locations on the map, and the Boer militiamen dressed in British uniforms were almost immediately accurate. In this chaotic night, the Boers had no difficulty in getting into the tents of the officers marked by the Great Song people, and the British officers who tried to ask for their numbers ended up either eating their guns or being tied up.

As the war progressed, the British army's activity space was constantly compressed, and slowly the remaining British troops also gathered, and many British soldiers realized that the battle was fought at this point before they dared to be sure that it was their comrades who stayed by their side.

By this time, the British, who had gathered together, found that their strength had shrunk by nearly two-thirds, and perhaps there were some scattered soldiers outside, but these unorganized men had little effect on the war. What's even more terrifying is that the highest rank here is actually a sergeant! God, are the officers all cursed by the devil, why can't you even see a second lieutenant here!?

In order to recover the defeat, the British soldiers, who had gone through all the hardships to get together, tried to fight their way out of the way under the command of the sergeant using the half-blood tortoise, which should have been repaired.

As the so-called righteousness is from the slaughter of dogs, when those British noble officers chose to surrender their guns to save their lives, those low-level soldiers of the British army who gathered together because they couldn't find their superiors still wanted to fight hard.

“Tank！”

“Tank！”

However, the half-blood earth turtle moved out of the repair workshop and was targeted by the six-rotor drone hovering over the battlefield, and the crossers who were fighting on the front line shouted loudly to remind their companions.

"Brother Pingtou, take your people out of E3 with them! There's the British's fuel pile, release that turtle and fight it again! "The rough embryo, who served as a battlefield control officer, immediately notified the front-line fighters after seeing the assistant mark the location of the tank located by the drone on the map.

“Fall back！ (Retreat)"

The shouts of retreat came from the other side, which lifted the spirits of the British soldiers who were about to give it a go, and although they had heard that another tank had been destroyed during the daytime during the attack on the small station, the soldiers who had already fallen into a desperate situation still regarded the two ugly tanks as a life-saving straw.

Since Zou Heming and the others, after hurriedly looking at the destroyed half-breed earth turtle, came to the conclusion that the British had inadvertently mastered the "intermittent armor" and "sliding armor", this time the control officer did not dare to arrange for those rough embryos using shaped armor-piercing anti-tank weapons to engage in close combat.

The Rooster 90, which had come with Diana and their train, had been on a corner somewhere near the junction of the so-called E3 zone after receiving the order from the controller, well, in the jargon of a certain trapped tank game, this is the card perspective.

Regardless of whether Zou Heming's description of the half-blood earth turtle armor is true or not, it is indeed an indisputable fact that 90 trotters themselves are small crispy. With a full weight of more than ten tons of battle, and Nima carrying a 90-year-old water pipe, there was no room to increase armor at all, so the three little brothers who drove Panhard decisively chose to squat.

However, it can become a sharp weapon for the French chicken to beat the black corn, and this trot also has its merits. It has the mobility to fly even against other types of wheeled foot combat, which allows it to quickly maneuver to a favorable position after the drone detects the hybrid earth turtle, and even if the British soldiers change their course of action in the E3 area a few times after the brain convulsions, it can still rely on superior mobility to occupy favorable terrain to gain the first opportunity.

In fact, the British were careful enough, fearing that the tank, which they had relied on as their pillar, would repeat the mistake of being wrecked during the day, they first sent infantry to stand in front of the tank, and then equipped the weakly armored wings of the half-blood turtle with accompanying infantry.

It's just that when you are watched by a force that has advanced for a hundred years, all your efforts are doomed to be in vain. The British soldiers, who were cautiously accompanying the tanks as they slowly moved forward, would have imagined that in a dark corner five or six hundred meters away, a 90-millimeter gun barrel was facing their path.

"Yo, I've seen the British's tank, and I have to say it's really ugly!" The commander of the 90-hour trot said.

"Permission to attack!" After discovering from the updated battlefield dynamics, the Battlefield Controller gave the Panhad Infantry Combat Vehicle permission to fire after discovering that the Half-Blood Turtle had moved away from the fuel accumulation field.

Since it was the first time to fire at a tank from a hundred years ago, the commander and gun commander of this Panhad wheeled infantry vehicle were also bottomless, and when the half-breed tortoise surrounded by infantry exposed its flanks to their field of vision, the two rough embryos used their fastest speed to shoot two armor-piercing shells in a row at Ya's body.

“Cease fire ！ (Ceasefire)"

Before the two rough embryos of the French Rooster Foreign Legion could check the effect of the shelling, the roar of their own infantry came from the headset.

Wounded allies again!? No, I can't! The battlefield controller clearly said that his people had withdrawn?

Accidental injury? It didn't exist, but only the traversing infantry and the drones hovering in the sky on the other side of the two half-blood earth turtles could discover the fact that the two armor-piercing bullets were dragging lightning and pulling sparks through the turtle.

The British's seemingly thick but solid tank drove through the E3 area marked as a fuel dump on the map, but this Nima is a material dumping ground! Why do you let the two little brothers of the French Foreign Legion make trouble again, and those shells that come out of the hall may not be where they will go?

"The shells you fired went through the British's tanks and hit the warehouses on the other side!" Finally, someone said the reason for the demand for an immediate ceasefire.

"It's not! What about the intermittent armor that is good, and what about the sliding armor? How did this Nima pass through? Panhard's commander was also aggrieved.

"Do you believe the armor data reported by a broken infantry?" I don't know which rough embryo complained on the radio.

Soon the half-breed tortoise, which had been pierced by two armor-piercing shells, lost control and crashed into a nearby fortification and stopped, and despite being given a full set of blueprints from the Crossing Tank, the British were unable to come up with the brains to reliner the tank. After all, the monkey version of "Vickers" that the maintenance department saved for the Jews had never thought that there would be their own people to drive it, and it had nothing to do with those hard-working people with wrenches.

From the outside, the half-breed tortoise, which had been destroyed by a 90-mm armor-piercing bullet with four holes, was generally intact, with no explosions and no fires.

However, judging from the fact that the crew inside the tank never climbed out, the real situation is not as rosy as it seems from the outside.

This kind of tank with a large number of riveting technology, after being collapsed into the interior by an armor-piercing projectile carrying huge kinetic energy, the fragments that are shocked are still flying and ejecting wantonly inside the unlined tank?

Imagine what it would be like for a screw to fly and refract in a small space at a speed like a bullet ejecting from the chamber.

Without a lining to absorb kinetic energy, these metal bits and pieces can be used to cut the occupants, and repeated ejections make the occupants unavoidable. You must know that the fragments of the two armor-piercing shells that collapsed are not as simple as one or two, and if you want to survive, you really have to rely on faith!

The British soldiers who had been bloodied all night lost their fighting spirit after witnessing the death of their last half-breed tortoise, which they saw as a life-saving straw, and once it was finished, it became the straw that broke the camel's back.

"We've cleared the remnants of the enemy, we're moving supplies to the train, and we're all in control!" Zou Heming reported on the radio to Zhao Yiyi, who was far away in the green paint area.

Hey! Why did Lao Tzu's eyelids jump, can't it, the remnants of the enemy have been cleared, and the railroad reinforced by the reinforcements has also been blown up by the A-10, so everything should be under control at this time?