In the mouth of Sir Henry, the commander of John's team, he cursed such a national curse with hatred.
In the angry and distorted expression on his face, there was no trace of the reserve and calmness that he had before, showing his status as a baron.
As a modern person, I also studied the relevant historical information about the John family during the Goryeo War before traveling back in time.
Commander Henry, of course, knows that their Royal Heavy Tank Battalion is the absolute ace force.
It was here in Death Valley that the volunteers were completely wiped out, and even Major and Battalion Commander Konis was captured alive.
Therefore, the sudden stop of the entire convoy and the dispatch of some infantrymen for reconnaissance were actually the suggestions made by Commander Henry to Major Konis.
Even during such a process, everyone in John's team was ready to fight.
When the volunteers who were waiting for an ambush were forced to launch an attack in advance, they were suppressed with firepower as soon as possible.
However, just like when Hu Biao and others saw the size of the Royal Heavy Tank Battalion, they were shocked that the grandson of the system had actually strengthened the situation to such a large scale.
When Hu Biao and others started to attack, they faced opponents rushing from all directions.
For a moment, they were extremely confused in their heads.
Especially when Chai Feng fired a copycat version of the Type 69 rocket launcher, directly hitting the leading Centurion into a huge fireball on the spot.
In that familiar scene, Henry almost blurted out a roar of "PRG~".
Damn it! The information is not recorded well.
Don’t the volunteers only have some weapons such as explosive packs and anti-tank grenades? Then what are these RPG-like rocket launchers?
In short, when the unexpected violent attack broke out from the Volunteer Army, everyone in John's team was beaten and was a little confused.
After a large number of ambushed volunteer soldiers emerged with various anti-tank weapons.
Putting it all together, Henry, who had been confused for a while, had already reflected.
In response to a situation that was quite different from what was expected, Commander Henry calmed down and issued a series of adjusted orders:
"Damn it, they have a lot of rocket launchers. They can't just hide behind the tank and prevent the volunteers from getting close to the tank like the previous plan.
Williams, Jones, Taylor, pretty good.
Bring me some people to organize a defense line, and give priority to destroying their rocket launcher operators; don't panic, the weapons in your hands have a longer range than their rocket launchers.
As long as we stay stable, the task at this stage is actually not difficult."
In Henry's roar, the members of John's team also reacted from a brief panic; the few core members who were named took action with more team members.
With the roar in his mouth, the rifle butt in his hand, and the military boots on his feet, he greeted and drove away the other soldiers of the Royal Rifles in a somewhat rough manner, and began to form a circular defense line again.
After a pause for a second or two, Henry picked up the walkie-talkie again and shouted on the team's internal channel:
"What are you all doing? Tank guns, assault guns, fire quickly, suppress the firepower of those damn heavy machine guns and mortars as quickly as possible."
As for the group of unlucky people who went out to conduct reconnaissance in the previous period, Commander Henry has given up on them.
After a short while, they were hiding in the ditch, and now there were only thirty or forty people left.
At this moment, John's team also didn't know that among the volunteers rushing around, there was another system team...
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Carrying a Type 51 rocket launcher, which is a copycat version of the super bazooka in the history of the modern plane, three-dimensional designer NEO and train driver Bazi.
The two of them hunched over, stepping on the snow above their knees, and rushed towards the Royal Heavy Tank Battalion on the road.
It should be noted that the two of them are currently forming an anti-tank team, and NEO is responsible for using rocket launchers to kill those Centurion heavy tanks one by one.
In addition to helping load the ammunition, Bazi also fired with the weapons in his hands to cover the two men's actions.
Hu Biao formed several such anti-tank groups this time, mainly because he wanted to avoid the scene of volunteer soldiers attacking tanks with their flesh and blood bodies holding explosives.
Relying on their much stronger physical fitness and speed than other volunteers, the two of them quickly rushed to the position only eighty or ninety meters away from the convoy.
At this moment, the nearest few volunteer soldiers behind them were.
He was still holding anti-tank grenades and explosive charges, and he was still fifty meters away.
After arriving here, Bazi held a large light machine gun in his hand, which was Maozi's classic PD-28 light machine gun, and started firing crazily at somewhere in the convoy.
Regardless of bullet consumption, the accuracy of the shot is quite good.
The three Yin Army soldiers who were hiding behind a Centurion tank and opened fire on them were killed in the blink of an eye. The remaining one, holding an old rifle in his arms, also retracted behind the butt of the tank, and then
I don’t dare to take the lead anymore.
And the crew of the Centurion tank had just fired a shot at the hilltop not far away.
Although he failed to kill Yuan Sin who was on top and opened fire with a heavy machine gun, Yuan Sin had to take the assistant shooter, the rookie driver, in advance and start moving when a shell was fired at him.
So much so that there was no way to carry a heavy machine gun, so this brand-new DK heavy machine gun was blown into a sky full of parts in the blink of an eye.
One of the splashed parts flew up high and then hit the ground. It hit the head of the rookie driver who was being transferred by Original Sin.
Because he was not wearing a helmet, just a cotton hat.
On the spot, the rookie felt a warm liquid flowing down his Tianling Cap.
When it reached his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and licked it instinctively. It was fishy and salty.
When they felt the car body on one side of the tank making a clanging sound from being hit by bullets, the crew of the Centurion quickly turned the tank cannon.
Prepare to fight back against Bazi and others who are currently firing at this side.
With the automatic mechanical rotation of this thing, it didn't take long to adjust it into place and fire a high-explosive bomb back at Bazi and NEO.
Unfortunately, Bazi and NEO are faster.
As early as when Bazi opened fire with a large plate of chicken to suppress the firepower of the opponent's infantry, NEO squatted on the spot and assumed a textbook standard firing kneeling posture.
There was no doubt at all whether his teammates could suppress the opponent's firepower.
Squinting one eye, NEO completed the aiming within two seconds; at this time, the turret of the target Centurion tank had not even rotated halfway into place.
Just when I was firing rockets and planning to deliver this car alone, something unexpected happened.
To be more precise, a second ago, a white male soldier with a height of over 1.9 meters and a rather burly body appeared with a Sten submachine gun.
In fact, NEO saw this white man appearing out of the corner of his eye.
But he still believed that the train driver, Bazi, could deal with such a threat in time.
The reality was also the same at the beginning. In the first moment, he held a large plate of chicken in his hand and fired three or four bullets into the white man's chest and abdomen.
When Bazi fired, he did not deliberately hit the white man on the head.
Such an approach is actually the combat experience of many veterans in the system team.
After all, whether it is a submachine gun or a light machine gun, its head accuracy is far less good than that of a rifle. Therefore, instead of pursuing the effect of headshots, which may lead to misses, it is better to hit the chest and abdomen in a larger position.
Anyway, hitting the chest can kill the target.
The problem is that such an experience has caused problems today.
After the white man was shot several times in the chest, he collapsed with his head held high, but he was not dead. There was no blood spurting out from the place where he was shot.
Even when he fell, he still had enough energy to pull the trigger, allowing a bullet to hit NEO who was pulling the trigger.
Fortunately, NEO, who was shot in the chest, endured the severe pain in his chest when he was shot, and did not miss the copycat bazooka rocket launcher on his shoulder.
Moments later, a rocket hit the Centurion's side armor.
Even though there was no killing effect, the entire crew was killed.
However, for Bazi and NEO, such a result is no longer important; what is important is that the white man was fine after being shot, which made them reflect.
Both of them are veterans, so they naturally know what this means.
Immediately, while Bazi was chasing the white man with bullets, he yelled at Hu Biao who was twenty or thirty meters behind him:
"Lao Hu, there is a system team opposite, it should be from John's family~"
The white man opposite was also a senior member. The moment he fell, he understood what was going on.
So after falling to the ground, he rolled over and hid behind the unexploded Centurion tank, while also shouting in his mouth:
"Sir Henry, there is a Central Continent team on the opposite side..."