The terrain on the Mexican Plateau is so suitable for armored troops to launch an attack. There are only a few hills with an altitude of one or two hundred meters on this solid land, and the rest are the villages.

Due to the flat terrain and hard land, tanks can break off the road and directly run over the farmland. Mexico is suitable for growing corn, which is that it is generally dry land here and there is no paddy field that will trap armored forces.

Facing passages that are several kilometers or even more than ten kilometers wide, the defensive side's pincer and ambush are jokes.

The incoming armored troops can pose a very wide attack front with hundreds of tanks, and rush at a speed of dozens of kilometers per hour and a very evacuated formation. Even large-caliber artillery cannot stop them from advancing.

After dark, more than 100 m60a3s of the Second Armored Division of the "Mo Tongcheng" were used as charge arrows, and more than 300 armored vehicles were used to protect the two wings of the side and rear, and were responsible for suppressing them with long-range artillery and air force firepower. More than 10,000 people in the entire division launched a tide-like armored attack.

When this wave came with a storm of waves, the defending positions, as the defense, were being shot by large caliber heavy artillery. The fireworks that kept bursting in the dark indicate that the frontier positions were completely finished, and no one could continue to stay in the fortifications at this time, and death was the only ending.

The earth exploded, mud waves rolled, and violent air waves threw all kinds of debris into the sky. Hundreds of kilograms of fortification components could be lifted away. Countless people in the dark fled like headless flies. They could not tell the direction or the enemy, and could only bet on their lives in the bursts of explosions...

Just as the tyrannical shrapnel shots were enough to cover the area of ​​half of the football field, the unprotected personnel in it had absolutely no chance of escape. At this time, if there were still survivors, hiding in a corner of a ragged fortification, shouting God was the only thing he could do.

The artillery firepower began to extend, and the armored troops had already rushed up. At this time, at the field hospital behind the Seraya defense line, Rubin, who was slightly injured and concussed due to artillery attacks during the day, was running around.

In the dark night, there were only the loud noise and light of shell explosions, and the medical staff were screaming in panic. Rubin had no idea when facing this situation. He was constantly pushed in the darkness, and even fell to the ground and fell to the ground and ate the mud.

At this time, I couldn't do anything about my own ideas. Rubin couldn't calm down and could only stumble and go with the flow. When he ran around for a while, his head suddenly lit up, and a flare was added in the sky, and a circle of fully armed soldiers and an officer appeared in front of him.

"No one is allowed to run away, take the weapons and go to the front line." The officer was wearing the uniform of a regiment cadre and waved a flare gun in his hand. He was disheveled and shouted fiercely: "Anyone who dares to retreat and execute immediately."

The sudden light made the running people stop and observe the surroundings. The soldiers blocking the road hurried forward and pushed them into the whole team.

The regiment officer saw Rubin mixed in the crowd and glanced at the rank on his shoulder, frowned and shouted: "Lieutenant, give you a chance to make meritorious service and take these people back to the front. Where can I die if I die?"

The crowd was confused, and Rubin himself was even breathing heavily and had no sense of autonomy. He was soon stuffed with an old five-six semi-automatic rifle in his hand, but there was only one magazine.

With a gun in his hand, Rubin finally stabilized his spirit. Three months of military training at least gave him some basic qualities. Running around on the battlefield is definitely not a way to survive. The army has not yet been defeated, and if you don’t want to be beaten to death by the supervising team, you must turn around.

"Come with me, come with me. I am the company commander of the 2nd Company of the Third Battalion. Who will be my orderly? I need two orderly soldiers." Rubin shouted twice, and the soldiers of the supervision team pushed two people over to him.

Then several platoon-level officers were picked out to be commanded by Rubin, and more than 100 soldiers who ran around were reorganized into a company. These people were led by Rubin and ran back in a dull way. Three months of training for recruits allowed them to retain the most basic sense of obedience.

After running back less than two hundred meters, a fire whip was thrown over in the dark. This was a twenty-mm cannon shooting. Rubin's team was gently whipped by the fierce whip, and more than a dozen people fell down from the running crowd and all broke into scum.

"Lying down, spreading away." Rubin shouted, and he himself lay on the ground for a long time and shivered. When he plucked up his courage to raise his head, he saw an armored vehicle parked in the darkness less than a hundred meters away with the flares that kept lit up.

In front of the armored vehicle, an m60a3 tank fell into a trench three meters wide and two meters deep.

The legion had no other things, there were too many construction machinery. The trench digger had no other skills, so he dug dozens of kilometers of anti-tank trenches around Seraya.

This kind of trench is paved with a camouflage net, and no one can see any abnormalities. However, when the tank is running at high speed, it is easy to fall into it easily, and it is basically impossible to get out of the tank itself.

The width of the trench is calculated to ensure that half of the tank's body is stuck and its butt is raised outside. The method of trying to fill the trench with a tank to allow the subsequent tank to pass through is not very feasible. This method is enough to delay the attacking side for twenty or thirty minutes.

"Battlehot, bazooka, is that bazooka brought the bazooka?" Rubin shouted loudly on the battlefield with bullets. He knew that the enemy's armored vehicle was protecting the tank trapped in the trench, and the other party must be waiting for the construction vehicle to fill the trench and drag the tank.

Time is life, and the armored vehicle must be killed as soon as possible.

Hearing the company commander's shout, two soldiers with "Four Fire" answered a few times behind Rubin.

"One row, one row attracts the attention of the armored vehicles from the left. Those with bazooka will go around from the right and knock down the armored vehicles first." Rubin must shout at the top of his voice, otherwise no one will hear what he is saying.

The order was repeated several times before it was arranged. The temporary row was led by the platoon leader to pluck forward. Without waiting for them to run out ten meters, the cannon of the armored vehicle opposite opened fire at them. Someone was unable to lie down in time and was beaten to pieces.

What Rubin even more unexpected was that there were more than a dozen mechanized infantry guards in front of the tank. After he launched an attack, he started shooting with more than a dozen guns on the other side, killing and injuring several of his own people.

"Let the second platoon move forward, throw grenades, and blow up those bastards." Rubin, who was lying on the ground, sent an order to pass the order. The soldier walked out and was beaten to death less than five meters away. He could only shout to the second order with a cold face: "Continue, your mission is to pass the order."

Blood on the battlefield is not enough tolerate any kindness.

Guns and cannons fired on the battlefield. If they were either frightened and could not walk, they could only obey the mechanically like accepting their fate. The second orderly rushed out, and Rubin used the semi-automatic rifle with his weak firepower to cover it.

After pulling the trigger a few times, all the bullets in the magazine disappeared. Rubin looked at the second orderly who had just run out. The opponent disappeared on the battlefield where the light and darkness were everywhere. Not long after, a group of people from the second platoon began to run forward, approaching the enemy and then scattering grenades hard.

The Type 67 grenade was thrown far away, landing in front of the tank and exploded, blowing up the enemy infantry who were also lying on the ground. Only then did the two shooters of the bazooka have the opportunity to find the right angle to aim at the armored vehicle behind the tank.

A archer was half-squatting and aiming, and immediately exploded his head by stray bullets from some unknown place, and his body fell to the ground. Another archer lay on the ground and shot, and shot out for about a hundred meters. He then killed the armored vehicle with a bang.

Without the cannons of the armored vehicles, Rubin cleared the enemy infantry squads blocking the road in front of the tank. When soldiers followed him into the anti-tank trench and gasped, less than one platoon could still keep up.

The others either died or ran away again.
Chapter completed!