"Artillery bombardment, bombardment, bombard me with all my strength." Major General Brenita of the division headquarters was really furious. Under his order, more than a dozen howitzers of the division's artillery battalion were firing desperately, intending to add additional force to the battlefield more than ten kilometers away.
A few chips.
When the leading armored force of the mixed 1st Division intended to take over the small town of 'Ticpo' outside Merida, Major General Brenita, who commanded the division, received a request for help from the front line - the town was occupied by rebels.
Tank mines, anti-tank missiles, and light rocket launchers formed a tight fire network that was impossible to penetrate.
More than a dozen Type 63 rocket launchers fired more than a hundred rounds at a time, covering a large area. Four or five tanks and more than a dozen armored vehicles were included in this area.
This time it depends on the probability.
Or let’s see whose face is darker!
For an armored tank, more than a hundred shells may be fired without even a hit. There is also a chance that someone unlucky enough to be hit by a near miss or even a direct hit by a shell.
The most unlucky ones at this time were the ordinary infantrymen who had dismounted from infantry fighting vehicles and armored personnel carriers and fought on foot. Hundreds of them were smashed to pieces by this hail of bullets, leaving many dead and wounded.
There were anti-tank minefields of unknown density in front of them, and anti-tank missiles fired from time to time. The infantry following them could not rush forward. Now the entire armored force could only stop where they were and shoot at the firepower points in the town, while looking for the rear.
Artillery support.
An intensive firefight began, with the leading M60A3 on the front line of the entire battle. Its 105mm tank gun was loaded with grenades and became a fierce fixed point of fire.
The gunner operating this artillery kept looking for an anti-tank firing position in the direction of the town. He put his eyes in front of the sight and yelled "Fuck" every time he stepped on the firing pedal.
The M68 tank gun has high accuracy and a fast rate of fire. A shell can be fired every few seconds, which can defeat a well-arranged missile position every time. After the cross-fire, this tank became the target of the anti-tank team in the town.
Another missile was fired.
However, these missiles are often confused by the smoke grenades that explode from time to time, or they are blocked by the explosive reactive armor hung on the tank.
There was a loud bang, and the shocked head of the commander who was looking for the target on the control tower kept colliding with the vehicle body. This was a missile hitting the turret, and the reactive armor exploded and cut off the missile's metal jet to prevent it from penetrating the tank's main body.
Armor.
The tank was hit by a missile but escaped death. The crew inside the tank was also as fierce as chicken blood. The commander quickly found the missile position to attack him, and the gunner turned the turret and quickly fired a shot at the opponent.
The grenade fired from the gun accurately hit the target again, and the explosion of smoke and dust looked so pleasing to the eye. This further boosted the tank crew's morale and increased their combat effectiveness.
But after firing more than twenty rounds of artillery shells in one breath, anti-tank firepower points in the town seemed to be endless. The commander in charge couldn't help but sighed: "This is really a group of gangsters, gangsters! They are not even afraid of death."
, keep popping up.”
After firing for a long time, the loader was breathing heavily. Although the 105mm shells were not heavy, they could carry more than 20 rounds in a short period of time in the narrow tank turret.
Too tired.
The key is, is this still over?
The commander kept "finding the target" and the gunner kept shouting "Destroy the target and find the next opponent". This went back and forth more than twenty times, and the panting loader couldn't help shouting: "Let the infantry
Go up and occupy the battlefield. If we continue like this, we will almost run out of artillery shells!"
Yes, the M60A3 only fired more than sixty rounds in total. One-third of them were fired in the blink of an eye. But the opposite position was still firing back, and there was no sign of any signs of decline. How long will this fight last?
over?
But if the infantry comes up to occupy the position, the rocket launchers hidden in the tunnels on the opposite side will immediately cover the fire. If you want to suppress the rocket launchers, it is useless to rely on direct-aiming tank guns. It must be the howitzers from the rear. But the howitzers have been smashing for a long time, and I was stunned.
There is not much we can do to take advantage of the opponent's complete position and fortifications.
The attacking armored forces tried to go around and find other weak points to break through. However, except for two more armored vehicles being blown up by anti-tank mines, they did not gain any advantage at all. Moreover, after the troops were dispersed, it became even more difficult to attack.
In such a small town, it is as hard as a hard walnut, which cannot be broken open.
The original assault operation turned into a war of attrition. The armored troops were supposed to use their mobility to open breaches on the battlefield and tear apart the front line, but now they are stuck in one place and cannot get out.
As time went by, the tank's smoke grenades were quickly used up, and the anti-explosive armor was also blown to bits. Each M60A3 was in a state of disarray as if it were a broken house. The appearance was full of pits, and the losses became more and more.
more.
The M60A3 still at the front of the front line still had fierce firepower. It survived several rounds of firepower with great luck. However, one of its tracks was broken by a rocket bomb, and it was unable to retreat on its own.
Major General Brenita in the rear finally realized the opponent he had encountered. His artillery battalion had reached the limit of the hot barrels and could no longer burst into fire. It could only fire one or two rounds a minute. This little firepower
Support cannot shake the opponent's determination to resist at all.
"Let the armored detachment withdraw." The major general said helplessly. This war of attrition was extremely detrimental to him, and he would suffer losses no matter how hard he fought.
When the order was sent to the front line, the armored units that were still able to move quickly began to evacuate. However, there were still several vehicles with damaged tracks on the battlefield that could not move. The M60A3 that was so fierce just now was immediately dumbfounded, because they were
Can't leave.
The sound of artillery on the battlefield became sparse and less frequent. The commander gave the order to the crew on the radio to blow up the tank and then withdraw. But no one told the crew how to withdraw?
"What the hell, are we abandoned like this?" The commander looked around through the peripheral mirror, and finally found that apart from the completely destroyed vehicles, he was the only one left on the battlefield.
The gun barrel had been loaded, but the gunner who had been firing so hard just now had no intention of stepping on the firing pedal. He looked at the commander and asked: "What should we do? Get out of the turret and escape on foot immediately? What if the enemy hits us with a rocket launcher?"
what to do?"
The loader, who was so tired that he had no energy to speak now, shook his head and said: "You can still run, but I feel weak breathing, let alone running."
After a while, the tank crew who were supporting each other ran out of the M60A3. However, before they could run more than 500 meters, they were surrounded by security soldiers from the town who came out to clean the battlefield.
The crew member was brought back to his tank, and the four tank crew members were ordered to stand in a row with their backs to the tank. At this time, there were actually war reporters who came up to take pictures.
Looking at the gun muzzles around him, the leading commander lost the ferocity he had shown not long ago, and instead shouted miserably: "Before you kill me, can you tell me how many anti-tank teams you have deployed in this town?"
After the photo was taken, an officer from the security force stepped forward and looked at the four prisoners. Regarding the commander's question, he said calmly: "I have prepared fifty anti-armor teams."
"Impossible, our crew alone has destroyed more than thirty groups. You must have more than a hundred groups firing anti-tank missiles." The commander of the tank crew shouted unconvinced.
But the officer of the security army sneered: "Although the anti-tank missile we use is a bit old, its launcher and control device are separated. At most, you can knock out the launcher, but you can't shoot down our people."
But there is nothing else in our position except anti-tank missiles."
The launcher and control device are separated? Is there such a missile alive today?
The captured commander and gunner looked dull and completely confused. Only then did they realize that they had been fighting for a long time in vain and had not achieved much results at all.