Chapter 594 How Long Can They Hold On (6) [For Iron Egg 4/8]
“Lying on your back, placing the launcher on your chest, then turning the ammunition launcher toward your shoulders, and placing the launcher on the flat side of the shoulders on the flat ground.
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Until you hear a tick from the transmitter jacket, indicating that the spring has been pulled into place…”
In his mouth, he silently recited the British Army's PITA anti-tank bomb launcher, which was long and obscure and difficult to understand.
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With the help of a soldier beside him, Zhu Ye struggled to fiddle with this kind of anti-tank weapon.
In the past, they braved the crazy firepower of the Desolate Stick and arrived at their current location with difficulty:
One of the No. 4 tanks was about 40 meters away, and there were several craters of the corpses of the Despoke.
After some busy work, Zhuye finally completed a series of tedious preparations.
About 5 seconds ago, Yang Dongli had already shot a shell at this target; but that deviation was 3 meters away and no results were caused.
Such a result immediately made Zhuye feel Alexander in his heart.
After taking a deep breath, he shot a 1.1 kilogram and an 89 mm diameter armor-piercing projectile at the target.
According to the information, this thing has the ability to break armor by 75 mm.
Unfortunately, Zhuye knew nothing about whether the above information was bragging; because this shell was completely wrong without any surprise...
It landed next to the No. 4 tank, about 5 meters away.
In addition to blowing up a large pit, a pile of smoke and dust also stirred up, which did not cause any effect at all.
Instead, the No. 4 tank, which was like a frightened bird, was about to let Zhuye enjoy the depression of being chased by the tank by Poluo and others before.
Before firing, a round of bullets from a car-mounted machine gun had already been greeted and killed the soldier who was Zhuye's assistant on the spot.
"Damn!" Zhuye wanted to take the risk of redirecting after saying this.
Under dense bullet strafing, he may die when he transfers, but he will definitely die if he stays here.
But at such a critical moment, when he stepped on the corpse of a soldier with a virtuous stick on the ground, the thing actually came alive.
Or rather, the German stick soldier was only shocked and was stomped on his body by Zhuye, and then woke up directly.
When he woke up, he instinctively hugged Zhuye's thighs.
Under the conditioned reflex reaction, Zhu Ye swung his fist and punched him hard on the other party's head.
But the Despoon was in a panic, as if he was drowning. Once he hugged Zhuye's thighs, his hands were like vises and he refused to let go.
In a hurry, I looked back and found that the tank gun in the distance had successfully aimed at his bamboo leaves, knowing that it was completely finished now.
Then, a huge explosion sounded.
The problem is that this huge explosion is not the scene where the No. 4 tank opened fire and directly knocked the unlucky bamboo leaves into flesh and blood.
But when Zhu Ye was waiting for death, he was surprised to see the side armor of the No. 4 tank. After a fire broke out, the entire tank exploded violently.
"It's Lao Shi, Lao Shi and the others are not dead yet; they're doing a pretty job, come on, knock out the Leopard tank too~"
After taking a look in the direction of the shell flying, Zhuye roared excitedly.
At the same time, I did not forget to pull out a British paratrooper knife from my waist, and tilt the German stick soldier's head with one hand and let him lean back.
Then he slashed hard and cut off the German stick soldier's throat...
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Yes! Shi Polu and the other two are not dead yet, but they are not far from death.
A few minutes ago, when their Pak40 anti-tank gun gun's gun position was about to be covered by counterattack fire.
The three people who had just shot a shell were instinctively lying down with their heads in their arms and curled up as much as possible.
Let your body hide as much as possible behind the anti-tank gun, which is already a little distorted and deformed.
I have to say that such an approach successfully saved their lives.
After a minute of the explosion, Shi Polu's curled body moved, and he struggled to sit up straight again.
At this moment, he felt that every part of his body was in great pain, and even because his head was covered in blood, everything in front of him was covered with a layer of blood.
The worst injury was that his legs were still there, but he couldn't feel any sense of his lower body.
But even if the injury became like this, Shi Polu’s only thought now was not to quickly shout orthopedic doctors or black Chinese medicine doctors to help him.
Instead:
"How about that Pak40 anti-tank gun? Can you still fire the gun? Even if you just kill another tank."
With this idea, he looked at the Pak40 anti-tank gun in front of him.
Then I was surprised to see that perhaps because the other party had missed a little before, the tube of their gun was not bent, and other key parts were also built, which means that it could still be used.
The only problem is that under the shock wave of the explosion, the entire cannon took a step back where it hid.
It needs to be pushed out a little to have enough angle to open fire.
Without any hesitation, Shi Polu lay on the anti-tank gun and pushed it hard.
But the 1.42-ton behemoth was not something that could be driven by a disabled person like him; even in such a process, it would be useless to constantly cough up bleeding in his mouth due to force.
Fortunately, a figure like a blood gourd appeared beside him and helped to push it together.
In this way, the Pak40 anti-tank gun finally moved to the appropriate position at a speed of little movement; in this process, the body of the cannon and the ground were covered with bloody handprints and mottled blood stains.
"Cough, cough, cough, give me that stone for me."
After some inspection, I found that the anti-tank gun was stopped at the position, but Ishi Polu said so lightly.
The gentle tone was unprecedentedly strong, mainly because he didn't have much strength to speak anymore.
However, under this simple request, the big fool around him stared at the front of him, but he didn't react at all.
I looked over with the big foolish look, but I didn't see anything wrong in front of me.
After a careful look in suspicion, Shi Polu noticed a big folly like a blood gourd, and a clear blood stain flowed down his ears.
The two plugs that had blocked their ears had long disappeared.
It turned out that the big fool had been deaf when the shells just now hit me.
On the contrary, at such a moment, a weak voice came from behind him: "Give it~"
When I looked back, I found that it was a stone the size of a red brick in the ashtray, completely dyed with blood, and delivered it to him.
It should be noted that when the ashtray delivers the things, the hand movements are very slow and hesitant.
Because in the position of his eyes, he was already covered in blood and was blinded...
Reload the bullet and adjust the angle of the muzzle. The above things can be accomplished in only ten seconds with the cooperation of the entire gun team.
With the difficult work of three disabled people, it took three minutes to complete.
During this period, due to the fierce battle, no one on the position noticed the situation here, and no one could come to help them.
So much so that the armor-piercing bullets that were loaded in were dyed red.
Then, this artillery shell that was baptized by blood did not disappoint the expectations of the three. It hit the armor of the target tank No. 4 in one shot and detonated the ammunition warehouse.
In the shocking explosion, Shi Polu and the other two suddenly became excited, or they were reborn.
"One more shot and kill that leopard tank." Shi Polu roared again, and then he coughed up blood.
But even so, he still had the strength to adjust the muzzle quickly.
Because he knew that this was a race, a race against the last Leopard tank on the battlefield, to see who adjusted the muzzle faster and called out a fatal blow to the other party.
Finally, the muzzle that was adjusted almost at the same time was called out with a shell at the same time.