"Your mission is very simple. It is to drive a tank into the city to cause trouble and attract the opponent's attention as much as possible to facilitate our other operations." Katarina returned to Granit Shelter and immediately began to arrange follow-up tasks.
To send a group of manpower to Zhou Qingfeng, the mutants in Baltimore must be disrupted. At this time, there is no better equipment than a tank that can run rampant.
It's just that the Baltimore Action Team currently has insufficient armored vehicles. The lightly armored Panhard cannot protect against the .50 heavy machine gun commonly equipped by mutants. The BTR-60 assault gun also lost most of its explosions in the previous night battle.
The reactive armor and even the sighting device were almost completely damaged.
It happened to be that a tank had been delivered by a small steamer. This was a perfect opportunity, so Zhang Hong was sent to pick up the tank.
"The mission has been assigned, we must complete it." As a senior who plays armored fighting vehicles, Boss Julio is naturally the leader of the team. "There is no need to go to 'Panhard', and it will be in vain. It's just me.
assault guns plus Zhang Hong's tanks.
However, all the external electronic sighting devices of the assault gun have been destroyed, and it will not be repaired for a while. Someone must point out the target to me. So Zhang Hong went to the front to light the lamp for me."
"What is lighting?" Zhang Hong is still a rookie who has only been trained for two months.
"It's just that I'm blind. You have to rush to the front to help me find the enemy. I'll be in charge of the black gun from behind. If you can deal with it, deal with it. If you can't deal with it, run away and let me blast it with a big pipe. Don't be afraid. I'll probably
It will follow you at a distance of 200 to 400 meters." Father Julio explained.
"It seems impossible." Zhang Hong swallowed silently and said nervously: "Dad Julio, can you get closer to me? How about within a hundred meters?"
Julio immediately cursed: "Now you have armor and I don't. If I get too close to you, even a fool will know to hit me."
After being scolded, Zhang Hong, who was not very good at his skills, looked back at his crew members and said with some frustration: "Don't worry too much, we have practiced in Havana for two months."
The driver immediately said: "But I still lack training, I just learned how to drive."
The gunner even shouted: "Our guns are not very good, and the ammunition is also bad."
The loader also had little confidence, "My loading speed is relatively slow."
Huh..., one is more useless than the other.
"You have to do it no matter what. There is no need to discuss combat missions." In the end, Zhang Hong could only show his majesty as a commander and drag the crew members to the battlefield. In his opinion, it was just harassment anyway, and I would be satisfied at worst.
Running around.
The morale of the four-man crew almost turned negative. They boarded their tanks, started up, and rushed into the city of Baltimore. This was a T-62a main battle tank made in the Soviet Union in the 1960s.
A product of the 1960s, Cuba received military aid from the Soviet Union and obtained this weapon.
This thing was once the main force of the Soviet armored force, but over time it has become as old as the BTR-60. Lena Fox cleaned out these old antiques from the Cuban arsenal, refurbished them, and installed some modern equipment. But
The foundation of this car is so poor that it can only be said to be barely usable.
"If we encounter the US military's M1A3, we will definitely be killed by one shot." In the car, the gunner and loader were chatting quietly.
"Shut up!" Zhang Hong heard the words of his subordinates through the communication system in the car, and immediately reprimanded him impatiently: "Cheer up, otherwise you will really die. Besides, our opponents are mutants, do you think that?
Can a big man fit into a tank? Maybe the enemy doesn’t have a tank at all.”
The crew once again drove straight into the city center along Route 26. The journey went smoothly. The mutant sentries really had nothing to do with the tanks. Due to the lack of night vision equipment, they often saw the tanks approaching before their opponents were already there.
Ran away.
"Emergency stop, hold still, let's take a wild shot." After entering the enemy territory, the terrifying scene that I originally thought would be tens of thousands of mutants did not appear. Instead, the whole city was deserted at night. I ran for half an hour.
Finally, Zhang Hong became bolder and decided to give it a try.
"Three hundred meters away on the left, there is a white five-story building. There is a fire point on the third floor. Kill it with one grenade!" Zhang Hong indicated the target to the gunner through his commander's periscope.
The mutants who didn't know where they came from in the building opposite actually fired at the tank with a heavy machine gun. The bullets hit the turret, making a clanging sound.
The gunner immediately pointed the gun barrel over, took aim and stepped on the firing pedal. There was a deafening sound in the narrow turret, and a blast grenade erupted from the muzzle, blasting the brave mutant on the opposite side.
Became a scumbag!
"Yeah!" The four-man crew suddenly became very energetic and cheered in unison. Even the assault gun commander Julio who was following behind praised them on the radio, saying that they responded quickly and handled it properly.
"Okay, let's move on and look for the next target." Zhang Hong said cheerfully. But not long after he was happy, Father Julio's voice came from the radio, "You four idiots, stop here.
return."
The nearly forty-ton T-62A immediately braked to an emergency stop, leaving a deep mark on the concrete floor. When it returned to the BTR-60 assault gun, it saw Father Julio leaning out of the turret.
Half of the body was holding up the night vision device nervously and looking around.
"What happened?" Zhang Hong asked.
"Look at the ground, didn't you see the ruts?" Father Julio scolded angrily.
Zhang Hong also poked his head out of the turret, and soon saw a large number of track marks on a road near the car body. The driver of the T-62a also popped his head out of his hatch and said doubtfully: "Could it be that we
Lost your way and returned to where you started?"
"Idiot, shut up. We only have two cars, but there are at least ten tracks of tracks in front of us." Zhang Hongdu lowered his voice subconsciously, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. He knew very well that such obvious traces could be left.
It's definitely a tank.
"Zhang, go and find the enemy tanks. I imagine they should be nearby." Julio ordered.
"What? Dad, the enemy has more than ten vehicles, and I only have one. You asked me to find the enemy. Can I still come back if I find it?" Zhang Hong couldn't help crying.
"Because there are so many enemies, we need to find them more quickly. Go quickly, the T-62a you drive can run fast, and you will be fine if you are smart. This is just a simple mission." Julio ordered.
Dad, you lied to me!
Thinking that there might be more than a dozen tanks waiting for him in the dark night, Zhang Hong almost cried and led the team to find the enemy who didn't know where they were. He drove slowly at first, but soon realized that I was driving slowly.
Isn’t this a target for the enemy? We must be quick!
So the T-62a sped up like a greyhound and ran all over the road. Zhang Hong took the risk himself, holding a night vision device and sticking his head out of the turret to look around.
An engine with hundreds of horsepower roared in the dark night, getting closer and closer. But after a while, I suddenly heard a stronger engine sound in the distance, and Zhang Hong's shrill shouting came from the radio.
"Dad, come and save me! There are a lot of m60s chasing me!"