Chapter 1287 I want to go to the battlefield
Hans has sharp eyes.
When the opponent opened fire, Hans immediately saw the sniper's hiding position in the tank's sight was so clear that although the opponent was almost integrated with the surroundings, Hans still saw the other party's eyes.
The eyes are the windows of the soul, and they are a pair of big, watery eyes, which can only be women's.
It was a terrible sniper. The opponent's bullet could actually hit the observation seam of his own tank. At this time, the driver Schmidt had already started to change the glass in front of him. Although the accessories had not arrived yet, he could knock it off first, so that it would not affect his vision. Looking at the bullet, even Schmidt felt that he was too lucky at that time.
"Female sniper, that's even more terrible. Fortunately, Hans, you are quick-eyed and quick-handed, and you killed her in one shot." Kurt said: "We are about to enter street fighting. We must pay attention. Without absolute safety, we must stay in the tank to prevent accidents. If you have to go out in a dangerous area, you must wear a helmet and a vest, and don't be afraid of trouble."
The Soviets would not be willing to fail or take the initiative to evacuate, so cruel street fighting will surely break out next. Fortunately, the Romanian army's fighting will is pretty good. Just look at the current battlefield. These guys really have a sense of ruthlessness when fighting.
Hans nodded, and he closed his eyes, and the eyes that appeared in his mind were still the ones.
Is she dead? Hans doesn't think so.
Ao Sad, Battlefield Hospital.
"I've said it, I'm fine." Holding his rifle, Lyudmira shouted to Christoph beside him, "You have to bring me here, I'll ask you, where is our company?"
The position has been lost, and maybe the entire company has been sacrificed, only Lyudmira and Christoph are safe and sound. Now, Lyudmira is quite angry. She is a deserter and a coward!
The doctor didn't even bother to examine Lyudmila because there were still a large number of wounded soldiers who needed treatment. Lyudmila looked at a soldier with a broken leg and walked in with a gun, and she was even more upset about herself.
Wasn't it just that he was slapped by the shock wave of the shell and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood? What's the big deal? Along the way, Lyudmira felt that she was fine.
Christopher's face was also red: "I just executed the order. As a soldier, I want to execute the order. The company commander ordered me to send you back. If I don't execute the order, I'm not a qualified soldier!"
"Then you are a coward, too." Lyudmira also got angry.
"Now, I've completed the mission," Christopher said. "I'll go back to the army now."
After saying that, Christopher took a step and headed outside.
Lyudmira picked up her rifle and walked outside.
Rumbled gunshots began to sound at the edge of the city in the distance.
The streets were full of trotting infantry soldiers, and their clothes were all navy shirts.
"Why are you here?" At this moment, a car stopped beside him. Petrov, the commander of the 25th Division, sat on it and asked them.
"Report to the division commander, Comrade Lyudmira was injured by a shell. The company commander asked me to send her over. Now I have completed the task and am preparing to return to the team." Christopher said.
"Report to the commander, I'm fine, I ask to continue on the battlefield." Lyudmira said, at this time, there was still a hint of red on the corner of her mouth.
"You guys rest here first." Petrov saw it at a glance and said to Christopher: "Christov, look at Comrade Lyudmila until Comrade Lyudmila is healed before returning to the team."
After saying that, Petrov left.
Lyudmila stomped her feet, feeling extremely depressed.
Isn't it because I am a woman? So many soldiers, who don't get off the line of fire without getting hurt, why should I always be treated like this? Lyudmila gritted her teeth and said, "I'm going to the front line. Now, the Romanians are sieging the city, I'm going to snipe them."
"No, the teacher asked you to see a doctor, and you can only go after you get better."
"Either you go with me, or you stay here." After saying that, Lyudmira picked up her rifle and walked forward.
Christopher hesitated for a moment and had to follow him.
Although they had only two people, because they were walking towards the front line and were not blocked by any sentry, on their same road, they could see workers and citizens, and they all took up weapons and walked towards the front line.
Lyudmira's free sniping career like safari officially began.
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"Boom!" The 128mm tank gun suddenly opened fire, and a small building in front was shaking.
He was still firing violently just now, blocking the machine guns on the streets, and he was so mute.
"Run!" the Romanian commander shouted loudly.
A large number of Romanian soldiers ran forward, but after a few seconds, the machine guns there opened fire again, and a large area of Romanian troops fell down.
"Boom!" The 128mm tank gun fired again. Now, the small building swayed for a few times, completely collapsed and turned into ruins.
destroy!
Hans' eyes were shining. The commander of the carriage beside him gave him a thumbs up. He killed a small building with two guns, and he beaten very well!
But Hans was not satisfied. For him, the enemy's tank was his opponent, even a tractor tank.
As if responding to his call, Kut suddenly shouted loudly: "Hurry, at nine o'clock, hurry! Armor-piercing bullet!"
Hans' feet stepped on the pedal, and the turret of dozens of tons turned, and a sizzling sound was made under the stimulation of hydraulic pressure. At the same time, Schmidt, the driver in front, also killed the steering wheel in front of him.
If you look from the outside, the turret on the tank is rotating and the tank chassis is also rotating, so the tank gun can turn faster. This is Weitman's famous skill in history, center steering.
If the tank wants to achieve central steering, the two tracks must be reversed. Even the Soviet Union did not have this technology. Now, the German Tiger tanks have begun to use the Maybah-type dual-differential steering and semi-automatic shifting and shifting device. At the same time, the operation is no longer a steering lever, but a steering wheel.
The electric tank of the mouse tank is more convenient for steering wheel operation. Its control is very sensitive. When the steering wheel is turned at a standstill, the tank starts to rotate. When playing half a disc, the tracks are still moving and the tracks are turned on. When playing the full disc, the tracks are reversed and the tanks are turning centered.
Now, the chassis is turning, and the turret above is also turning. In less than twenty seconds, the barrel has turned ninety degrees.
Chapter completed!