South of Havana, close to Batavano Bay is a small plain with a gentle terrain. It has become an important training ground for the "Aurora Legion" army troops. Most of the combat equipment of a battalion obtained by Zhou Qingfeng from reality are allocated here.

Among them, the First Guards Battalion, mainly Chinese, and the Second Guards Battalion, mainly Baltimore survivors, divided the equipment equally. Zhang Hong, who has been promoted to commander of the armored company, is responsible for the expansion and training of the troops here.

Zhang Hong is very fond of the new equipment. Compared with his old T-62a tanks, the 59 tanks and 63 armored vehicles are now more advanced.

Since Zhou Qingfeng only had old tanks, the old 100mm rifled gun and 520 horsepower engine of the 59 were kept after careful maintenance. However, his request for "easy to use and simple to maintain" was also taken seriously.

It really takes it seriously!

After Xiao Jinlang reported Zhou Qingfeng's request, the Ministry of National Defense felt that he saw the warriors in the Middle East and Africa who were "playing" tanks. The bicycle charge tactics were created by those guys. In order to maintain these old 59s, the military factory gave special modifications.

After receiving ten Type 59 tanks from his company, Zhang Hong was shocked to find that there were two wide-screen multi-function monitors hanging in the turret, one for the chariot and the other for the chariot. Through more than ten hidden cameras distributed outside the chariot, a 360-degree, no blind spot view was achieved.

Damn, such modifications are too ridiculous?!

Zhang Hong circled around the tank, and his first reaction was what if these dozen cameras broke? The second reaction to entering the car for test drive was that driving the tank was as easy as playing a game.

It's a scam, this is specially used for novices. If you really go to the battlefield, the reliability of this observation equipment is almost zero. If there is a little problem, the commander and the commander of the carriage have to go back and use simple fire control systems and laser rangefinders and other domestic equipment.

But I have to say that this set of things is particularly suitable for amateur armored troops like the First Guard Battalion, which has no professional instructors and relies entirely on one's own blind viewing. The human-machine effect is so good, and the training efficiency is greatly improved. This is really a "people-oriented innovative spirit".

As the company commander, Zhang Hong reduced the amount of ammunition on the command tank and created a simple command warehouse for him. The information of all armored vehicles in the entire company will be summarized to him. As long as the digital map is attached, the command work will be simple.

This made Zhang Hong, who had no idea how to command armored warfare and was still in a state of desperately learning, breathed a sigh of relief.

However, it has been more than half a month since these equipment arrived at the training ground, but the First Guards Battalion has not officially used them. After Zhou Qingfeng came back from Baltimore, he wanted to expand the two Guards Battalions in his hands into a reinforcement battalion of 1,000 people, but this plan failed.

No qualified officer.

2. No qualified staff officer.

Three does not have enough diesel.

The officers and staff members can still make do with each other, but there is really no diesel. To get an armored battalion to move, if you do nothing every day, you have to consume tons of dozens of tons of diesel and related combat preparations. Zhou Qingfeng was stunned for several seconds after seeing the training plan made by the staff, and finally had to give up.

What is Zhang Hong and others rely on training now? They rely on simulated tanks modified from 750 motorcycles. Ten tanks in the entire company are ten three-wheeled motorcycles. Four crew members squeezed them up, covered with wooden turrets, and simulated artillery with large-caliber machine guns. They can be trained at their own locations.

"Hahaha..., let's see those Chinese people come to act again."

"Their car is about to overturn, it is overturned, it is really overturned."

"This way, God will be able to train tank soldiers, and God will die of laughter."

On one side of the training ground were soldiers from the Cuban Brigade. The number of light infantrymen was absolutely superior, and their daily training was much easier than that of the Guards. Every time they saw Zhang Hong's tanks and motorcycles coming out to train seriously, they always laughed at them.

Four big men were squeezed on the three-wheeled wheel, and the space was too small. In addition, an impenetrable wooden turret caused the center of gravity to be too high. When the road surface was bumpy, it would capsize. Every time the four tank crew capsized, they were in a mess.

At the beginning, when encountering this situation, these amateur Chinese tank soldiers either scolded each other or went up to fight. The passionate man could not tolerate such malicious ridicule.

But after a long time, they ignored it and silently straightened their motorcycles, either quit the battle or entered the reserve team. In short, no one wasted energy on such a mess.

"War is not about bloodshed, but about death."

"Others scold you and laugh, as long as we can survive on the battlefield."

"You are all elites, seeds, and precious wealth of the legion. Each of you married four wives. What are you afraid of when you throw a motorcycle? As long as you master combat skills, when our engines turn and the cannons sound, those light infantry can only eat dust."

Zhang Hong, who has been through war many times, is considered a veteran. He has experienced many guns and bullets, has been killed and has been killed. He has seen the corpses of his enemies and has attended the funeral of his comrades. The calm temperament of a soldier is getting heavier on him. To put it bluntly, he has already studied how to kill as a science.

And right next to the tank training ground, the brigade commander of the Cuban Brigade Fedro was taking a group of subordinates to look at the training of the guards battalion. Looking at the strange tank motorcycle, he sneered: "Our Legion Commander must have a brain problem, and we don't need tanks at all.

Our Cuba security situation is the best in nearly a hundred years, and there is no force around us that can threaten us. I have always suggested that we just develop some ordinary infantry, at most, some navy is needed.

Our military director Katerina doesn't understand these things at all. That British girl is too young. She is just a mercenary. How can she know how to form an army? She also wants me to put down my work and go to the newly established military academy to study. I want to say that it is her who I want to learn. Are you right?"

Brigade Commander Fedro talked to himself, behind him were several other senior members of the Legion, including Clooney, who is now in charge of the legion's diplomatic affairs, who once served as the battalion commander of the Second Battalion, but recently changed to logistics for health reasons, and his wife Mirta.

Regarding Fedro's unrelenting words, the cunning Clooney just smiled, disapproving and not opposing it; Rom, who followed Zhou Qingfeng to fight everywhere, was a little resentful, but didn't say much; while Mirta, who was kicked to the "Cat's Claw" club recently, felt disappointed, frowned slightly.

"I think we should give a suggestion to the Legion Commander to reorganize our military command system, such as revoking Caterina's position as military director and allowing professional soldiers to take charge of military power." Fedro obviously said himself.

As the commander of the Cuban brigade who controls the largest number of troops in the Aurora Legion, Fedro is really qualified to say these things. Compared with the Guards battalion with only a few hundred people, he has more than 5,000 Cuban military personnel under his command, and he is already a very important army leader.

A large number of Cuban officers behind him agreed with Fedro's words and kept expressing their willingness to make suggestions to the Legion Commander. Some even said that the leadership of the Legion should be reorganized and Fedro should be held in a more important position.

Rom simply said goodbye and left. Clooney laughed and said she was feeling uncomfortable and followed her. Only Mirta whispered: "Fedro, you're crazy! We agreed that we just invited these two people to come and go and relax. What are you talking about these things?"

"Half of the 500,000 people in the Legion are Cubans, and I also control the strongest army in the entire Legion. My subordinates support me very much, why can't I improve my status?

You see, you are clearly in power in the Foreign Trade Department, but you are ordered to run a brothel. This situation makes me angry and I can't stand it."

"Hey, I have complaints. It's not unacceptable to transfer positions. And your thinking is too dangerous. As long as Victor Hugo comes forward, your subordinates will never support you." Mirta was so anxious that her hands and feet were cold. She felt that her husband was really stupider than a pig.

But Federro smiled proudly, "I don't think so. I think Cuba should be Cuba of Cubans, and I should..."

Before the great Fedro could finish his words, a messenger ran over and shouted, "Sir, the Legion Commander gave an order to ask all officers above the company level in the Legion to go to the Capitol for a meeting."
Chapter completed!