Chapter 71: Tank bombing

"Test!" I shouted and pulled the trigger first. With a few bangs, three British soldiers lying on their backs were beaten down. Another British soldier was clever and shrank his head and hid in the turret to save his life.

The soldiers fired, and a gunshot came to mind in the snow. Because the distance was close and the British tanks were turned on, they were alive targets, so although the recruits had not undergone any military training, their hit rate was not bad. In just a moment, the British troops lying on the tanks fell down a large area.

There were also fierce gunfire and grenade explosions on the other side of the mountain. It must be that Zhao Yongxin and the others also started to fight. Zhao Yongxin had two machine guns on the side, and they also carried sufficient ammunition. In addition, it was dark that the British army did not know how many volunteers were guarding the mountain, so there was no problem in defending for a while. What was difficult to deal with was the group of tanks in front of them.

The tankers in the tank were relatively closed. They hid inside the tank and could not hear the gunshots outside. The vision in front of them was also very small. Although there were already a group of knots outside, few tanks noticed something strange and still drove forward slowly.

The tiger beside me rushed towards the first tank like a tiger going down the mountain, and ran to the tank to support the leaves on the tank track with one hand. He jumped up beautifully. Then, before the tank hands could realize what was going on, he stuffed two grenades in.

With a "boom...", the first tank stopped moving again with a loud bang. At the same time, the loud bang and the flame emitted by the tank explosion also made other tankers discover the enemy situation. They are worthy of being veterans who fought wars. In order not to make themselves targeted under the light, they turned off the headlights in an instant. In an instant, they fell into strange darkness again, leaving only sporadic gunshots and rumbling motor sounds.

In fact, there is no need for them to turn off the lights. They turn off the lights because they are worried that the anti-tank guns or anti-tank weapons in our hands should be targeted, but what they don’t know is that we have no advanced weapons at all. When they turn off the lights, a new problem arises. The tank hands cannot see the road in the tank, so they can only open the top cover on the turret to let the observation hand reveal their heads to lead the way. This undoubtedly gives the volunteers the chance to blow them up.

Several volunteer soldiers crawled towards a tank with their zha medicine bags. I think they should be the platoon of the old squad leader across the road, because they did not receive the order to attack the enemy infantry first. They were about to climb onto the tank, but unfortunately they were discovered by the observer who poked his head out of his head. Under the command of the observer, the turret flexibly turned 180 degrees, and the thick and long gun barrel swept the soldiers who were caught off guard. Then the tank turned sharply and reversed, and in an instant, crushed the soldiers under the thick tracks.

The tank drove forward, revealing a bloody and bloody red color below, and the smell of blood drifted into our noses with the wind. With a sound of "Wow!" behind us, a recruit vomited out on the spot, and the beach fell to the ground and no longer had the courage to rush forward.

I didn't say a word, gritted my teeth and raised my gun and shot the observer's hand in a burst, hitting all the bullets in the gun chamber on him.

After loading a new magazine, I locked my target on the tank's observation hand this time. Their position is not difficult to find in the moonlight. The black spot on the turret will move from time to time, and I can hit it without aiming at such a close distance. In a short while, four or five observers fell down. The tank that lost the tank's observation hand became a blind man, a blind man with a roof open. The volunteers stabbed up and climbed up the tank.

Not long after, two more tanks were blown up and two more tanks were blown up on the road. This time, the road was completely blocked, and the tanks were so scared that their observers quickly retracted their heads and never dared to open the top cover again.

There was no light and no observing hands. The tanks ran around the rice fields like headless flies. They dared not stop because they knew that once they stopped, they would soon face the danger of being blown up, so they could only use the faint light to feel the rice fields, and call for rescue in the tanks over and over again.

However, the team of volunteer soldiers was in chaos by tanks like this. Some of the soldiers were holding zha medicine bags behind the tanks and chasing them. Some were lying on the snow waiting for the tanks to drive up. They suddenly found a tank behind them creaking and rolling over. The battlefield quickly became chaotic, with the rumbling of tanks in their ears, and the figures of tanks in front and behind them.

I felt like I couldn't find soldiers, and I couldn't find them. Fortunately, at the beginning, I arranged a veteran to lead four new recruits. As long as the veteran was not sacrificed, I would still command the new recruits to continue fighting.

Seeing that the enemy had retracted into the tank, I leaned my sniper rifle behind me, grabbed a blasting tube from the new recruits behind me, and hugged it and ran towards a tank in front. I ran to the front and pulled the leads and plugged the blasting tube into the tank track, but it seemed that it was not inserted steadily. The blasting tube creaked in the tank track and turned a few times before being thrown away and exploded on the side of the tank.

"Blasting tube!" I shouted at the lying recruits, but my voice seemed very weak in the rumbling of the tank. The recruits seemed to have not heard it, so I had to run back angrily and take another one and rush up.

This time I learned my lesson. After igniting the lead, I did not immediately stuff the tracks of the tank. Instead, I ran with the tank for a while. After counting five times, I couldn't wait to insert the blasting tube hard, and turned around and immediately fell in the opposite direction.

With a bang, I looked back and saw that this time it was successful. The tank only made a strange sound and stopped.

"Blasting tube!" I called out again.

This time the recruits were a little smarter, and soon a man ran up and shouted, "Company Commander, there is no blasting tube, only zha medicine bag!"

"Ah?" I was stunned when I heard this. This medicine bag is much harder to use than a blasting tube. It cannot be inserted into a crawler like a blasting tube. It will be pushed down when placed on a tank. And even if it is blown up on a tank, it cannot cause much damage to the front armor of the tank.

Just as I was thinking about it, a strange-shaped tank suddenly drove up from behind, looking like a Churchill infantry tank, but the barrel was thick and short, and a trailer like a tail was dragged behind.
Chapter completed!