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Chapter 542 What sound?(1/2)

"beat!"

With the order of the lieutenant colonel, the anti-tank gun that had been prepared long ago roared.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A series of low and rapid sounds sounded, and the sounds of light anti-tank guns of thirty and forty millimeters kept ringing.

The shells easily penetrated the tank armor not far away. Before the first tank could find the enemy's position, dozens of small holes were cut on the front armor. The crew members inside the tank had already died, and these black men didn't even know what happened.

"Enemy attack!"

"Roar over and kill them, they don't have tanks!"

"Roar to their position and kill those guys!"

"The enemy is ahead, accelerate, accelerate!"

Suddenly encountered an attack, the blacks were not afraid, but shouted excitedly. In the perception of these blacks, the enemy did not have tanks, but relied on some equipment to delay their attack. As long as they could rush into the position, they could easily kill the group of people.

The black man was not afraid, but continued to accelerate. Fortunately, this area was not a very open plain area. Otherwise, if all the tanks were dispersed, the position of the first regiment might be washed down.

"One hundred and fifty meters, the bazooka is ready!"

When the tank entered 150 meters, the American soldiers quickly picked up various weapons such as RPGs beside them and aimed at the tank troops rushing towards them.

"Start, fire, blow them to death!"

"Kill these guys!"

The blacks kept screaming excitedly, the enemy was right in front of them, there were no tanks, they just needed to rush over, the tanks could crush the enemy's corpse.

"One hundred meters!"

The first regiment of soldiers in the position were not panicked. Looking at the black tank troops that had always been towards them, these soldiers were calmly in their positions, carrying rockets and waiting for the enemy to die. These tanks could not stop a rocket!

"boom!"

"boom!"

Some tanks fired at the positions of the First Regiment. Tanks without night vision devices were basically a test of the eyes of the observer at night.

"Machine gunner, machine gunner!"

"Strape!"

The blacks were constantly communicating, and some machine guns on the tanks also opened fire and kept firing at the US military's positions, but they had no specific targets in their eyes, they were just blindly firing.

Except for a few unlucky guys who were discovered, almost all the ammunition they fired was empty, but the black man was still happy and kept looking for targets, but he still pulled the trigger tightly and was unwilling to let go.

"Eighty meters!"

"Open fire!"

The observer in the position kept calculating the distance between the tank and the position. When the tank entered eighty meters, it had reached a distance that could be observed by the naked eye and issued an attack command without hesitation.

"Be careful behind you!"

"Be careful behind you!"

“…”

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

“…”

A series of firelights and the sound of rockets sounded. More than 30 rockets were fired almost at the same time, and they swept through the air like a meteor, flying towards the tank troops approaching the position.

"boom!"

"boom!"

“…”

More than 30 rockets hit more than a dozen tanks. These old-fashioned tanks could not resist the attack of rockets, and instantly turned into torches, as well as some unlucky tanks, and the ammunition warehouse exploded. The tanks that were just showing off their power and power instantly turned into a bunch of spare parts!

“Good job!”

The lieutenant colonel stared at the sea of ​​fire in front of him and nodded with satisfaction. Do these damn guys really think that if they are a little tanky, they are invincible? They are so tender!

"Our tanks were all blown up!"

"what happened!"

"I have no idea!"

Unlike the excited First Regiment soldiers, the surviving tanks and the black people in the armored vehicles stared at everything that was happening in front of them, not knowing what to do. This has exceeded their perception, and they have never encountered such a situation.

"Continue to attack forward and rush into the American positions. Anyone dares to retreat and shoot!"

The voice of supervising the battle behind him came from the headset, calming the panicked black people a little, but when they heard the content clearly, they became even more restless, as if they were asking them to die.

More than a dozen tanks can be killed in an instant. Can these tanks and armored vehicles be blocked? Many black people have begun to retreat. At worst, they can become deserters!

On the side of the First US Army Regiment, the lieutenant colonel looked at the black armored troops that had stopped advancing, squinted his eyes and thought about countermeasures. The black troops were a little strange. They should either continue to attack or retreat, and now stayed motionless.

"Captain, are we going to attack?"

"Wait first, don't worry!"

The lieutenant colonel shook his head, not knowing what the enemy was doing. Now he is rashly dispatched and may be trapped by the enemy!

"All right!"

The US military is replacing rockets, and a group of soldiers are carrying rocket launchers and preparing to deal with emergencies at the same time.

"Have the US military position locked?"

In the command center behind, Yu Zhiqian had already smoked six or seven cigarettes, and there were a bunch of cigarette butts in the ashtray beside him. Not only Yu Zhiqian, but everyone present was very anxious, waiting for the results of the battle on the front line.

"The fire has begun!"

When Yu Zhiqian saw that more than a dozen red dots disappeared in an instant, he knew in his heart that his troops had a fever with the Americans and seemed to be suffering.

Yu Zhiqian had no feeling about losing these soldiers and equipment. It is no exaggeration to say that these soldiers and equipment may not be as valuable as dozens of American soldiers, and Yu Zhiqian still lost these people.

If Yu Zhiqian needs it, he can now pull out a bunch of cannon fodder from Whale Port. These cannon fodders just don’t have any combat power. Of course, these soldiers in Yu Zhiqian’s hands really don’t have much combat power, and they even overturned their tanks.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Didn't the Americans always be proud of their fierce firepower? This time let them also feel what fierce firepower is!"

Yu Zhi narrowed his eyes, picked up the communication equipment, and began to issue combat orders: "All artillery units pay attention to, target..., five rounds of volleys, prepare!

In the artillery unit command, after receiving Yu Zhigan's order, commander Zhou Jie quickly delivered the coordinates to every artillery.

Yu Zhigan's artillery troops have a variety of weapons, including artillery of all calibers, including howitzers, rocket launchers, mortars, and even some old antiques. However, no matter whether these things are useful or not, as long as they can fire, they are all mobilized. There are more than 100 artillery pieces in total, all hidden in a valley.

Some of these artillery soldiers were black and some were white, and all the leading officers came from the country.

"When we were in the army, we hadn't seen so many cannons. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, we studied it ourselves. I guess we can't see a few in China, there are still here!"

Zhou Jie couldn't help but sigh while touching an old-fashioned cannon.

The artillery here can almost be opened in an artillery museum. It can be seen almost all the artillery fired in World War II. The types and complexity of these artillery can make the logistics personnel cry.

Fortunately, Yu Zhigan issued an order that after firing, some of the artillery can be discarded and only some of them are useful, otherwise the transfer will be a huge problem.

In the position of the first regiment, the lieutenant colonel looked at the enemy who had no movement in front of him for two minutes, and found that some black men jumped out of the car and then fled to both sides.

At first he thought the blacks were preparing some conspiracy to make everyone more alert, but when he saw that the blacks did not even take weapons, he knew that it was because he was thinking too much that the black soldiers must have been scared away.

"It seems that the black troops have begun to be defeated!"

The lieutenant colonel slowly lowered the telescope and whispered, then nodded vigorously, as if this was in line with the trajectory of the development of the matter.

"Let the people from the first battalion rush over, kill these black people, and be careful!"

"receive!"

Soon, a team of about 300 American troops rushed out of the position, covered themselves alternately, and touched them forward. After pushing some distance, they found that the group of black men were just a group of guys who were careless about their heads and butts, and basically they were scattered and fleeing, no one noticed them at all.

"Catch a few live-actioners, and don't keep the others!"

After the officer finished speaking, he licked his tongue, glanced at a black man who was running for life, and issued a must-kill order.

"receive!"

All the soldiers screamed excitedly after hearing this. It was obvious that this kind of down-wind battle was their favorite, and there were bonuses to kill the enemy. They were all very excited now.

When the black soldiers fled, they only care about themselves. In addition to some who were also a little literate, they would carry weapons to save their lives. In order to escape, some of them wanted nothing and found a seat in panic and quickly left.

Not only that, some black soldiers were frightened and dared not move around, just like a target, being killed by these chasing American soldiers one by one.

However, at this time, a dull sound suddenly sounded in the distance, and even a strange light flashed by in the sky, illuminating the horizon.

"Has it thundered?"

The first reaction of many soldiers was that they were thundering. These were because they had never fought positional wars and they didn't know what this strange sound meant.
To be continued...
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