"One-two-three, eggplant!"

Although they came to reinforce friendly troops, when the detachments arrived, the first thing they did was not to dig trenches, but to visit the Cuban tanks destroyed by the Tao anti-tank missiles.

Those guys who were completely martyred and had been charred and blackened naturally didn't care, but those tanks that looked fairly intact in appearance, but the turrets and armor had hollows pierced by jets were crowded with p, and most of them were actually seeing real Soviet tanks for the first time, so they couldn't help but be curious.

It's just that they arrived a little late, and Charlie's detachment was quick to dismantle most of the pieces that could be dismantled from the wreckage, such as anti-aircraft machine guns and useless shells, or the guns of the Cuban armored corps.

Although the later people no longer had any loot to loot, they did carry cameras, so some P-people with good camera skills directly turned into videographers and began to pick up customers in waves.

It's not that no one paid attention to this mess, but the detachment commanders were the first to team up to take pictures, and since they all did it, there was no reason for their subordinates not to do it.

As for the number of p's around the No. 10 car, which was in the best condition, it was the most numerous, because its interior was relatively clean, the jet did not kill or injure the people inside after penetrating the tank, and the Cuban armored corps did not destroy the installations and facilities inside, so many people were waiting in line to visit it.

As for why not go to anything else, the other tanks were more or less killed and injured the crew inside, those that caught fire and exploded were fine, and they couldn't see anything clearly, but those that didn't explode, inside, it was more tragic, after the tank was penetrated by the jet, those collapsed armor fragments and shrapnel would jump repeatedly in the narrow space, this noodle was a bit like beef packed in a meat grinder, the ones that could leave stumps and broken arms were not bad, and more of them were the kind of paste in the car that needed to be shoveled down a little bit.

Of course, there are a large number of people gathered around a few unlucky people who are responsible for repairing tracks, and although everyone knows nothing about repairing tanks, it does not prevent them from coming up with all kinds of bad ideas on the sidelines.

This chaos lasted for almost half an hour, and the detachment commanders waited until most of the people had taken pictures and clocked in, and then shouted for their men to disperse and rebuild the fortifications, because the intelligence said that the Anren Movement did not have much firepower for counterattacks, so after the detachment commanders discussed, they just asked their subordinates to dig a series of foxholes and machine-gun firing bunkers along the border between the plains and the forest, but in order to prevent air raids, the p's were still carefully camouflaged, and a lot of mud and grass and leaves were laid on the fortifications, In this way, from a high altitude, it is impossible to tell the difference between fortifications and wilderness!

And after the defense is deployed, everyone's focus will naturally shift to the T55 tank, the guide wheel is broken, then dismantle, this is not troublesome, the real trouble, is the track, the tank track, not a supermarket conveyor belt as a whole, but countless track shoes connected, these metal things are deadly, a single track plate, it will weigh 40 kilograms, which is equivalent to the weight of a normal girl.

And the connected tracks add up to several tons!

In non-wartime situations, if there is a problem with the track, you can still find auxiliary engineering vehicles to help repair it, but now on the battlefield, just dismantling those damaged places has already made those unlucky people who work sweat profusely and panting, they are not professional tank soldiers, so the actual operation is not very skilled, plus there are no tools to take advantage of, if you want to let this T55 resume operation, it is estimated that you will have to be busy until tomorrow.

But fortunately, Hannibal had asked Hudson to find a way, and the latter had found a squad of professionals from the DRC army, which had been stuffed into 54 transport planes ready to be sent to the front line, and it only took six hours for the really good professionals to arrive.

After learning that the experts were already on the way, the few guys who volunteered directly chose to mess up, anyway, they were two knives, and they couldn't do it at all, so let's go back to the trenches to rest!

As a result, there was a lot of snoring on the defensive position that should have been waiting for the enemy, and although the commanders of the detachment felt that it was a little inappropriate, they thought that a guard post had been set up a few kilometers away, so it was nothing to let their men rest and rest

Problem, after all, the Shadow Company has been fighting repeatedly, and it hasn't rested much at all.

After a little rest for more than two hours, the TLF troops in the town of Kado also brought a hot afternoon tea, although it was only broth and dry bread, but at least the amount was enough, and the p's did not care about hygiene or hygiene, so they immediately rushed up, divided the food, and then sat in the bunker and ate it in a big gulp.

Then, while everyone was immersed in cooking, an ominous sharp whistling sound came from afar, and everyone who heard the whistling sound fell directly to the ground neatly, and then in the next second, a dense explosion exploded in an area within a kilometer radius where the Cuban armored column was attacked.

The ground shook suddenly, and the P-s, who were hiding from the shelling in the foxhole, couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

"Howitzers, there's howitzers firing at us! Large-caliber howitzers!"

The dense explosion lasted a full five or six minutes, and at least hundreds of shells fell, blowing the shelled area into a crater like a moon.

Looking at the shelling area less than a kilometer away from him, the P-men in the bunkers patted their chests and rejoiced, fortunately, the enemy didn't know their equipment, and they were just firing indiscriminately.

However, before the joy on everyone's faces passed, the second round of shelling hit again, and this time, the shelling landing point was getting closer and closer to them!

"Barrage Xu Jin, at least there is an artillery regiment on the other side!"

"It should be 6 cannons!"

"Retreat, retreat!"

Without any hesitation, nor any opposition, the commander of the Apple detachment, Captain Lee, directly and neatly ordered everyone to retreat.

"That's not something we can carry at all, get out of here!" Z.br>

And Hannibal also gave the order to retreat immediately after the artillery fell, and these heavy guns that fired at their heads were the gods of war compared to the mortars they had.

When the shells fell to the ground, the ground seemed to tremble and groan, and the flames of the explosion were clearly visible for kilometers away, and in just a few minutes, the Shadow Company's just defensive area was engulfed in flames.

"What the hell are we up to?"