In a cargo ship in the port, Colonel Piano opened an office area. What it has to do every day is to patiently deal with all kinds of troubles that happen in the city. And the troubles in front of it are the mutant guards in the city.
Alerts were sent constantly that two tanks had rushed into the city.
"They broke in from Route 26 again." Colonel Piano knew without guessing that it was the group of human armed forces who came to cause trouble. He immediately sent a tank company as his trump card to intercept, because when he encountered a tank, he was forced to
Mutants are also not easy to use.
Although it is said to be a tank company, it is actually a little more than that. The whole company has a total of fifteen m60a1s, which are old tanks found in the National Guard's warehouse.
It's not that the forces behind Piano couldn't find better tanks, but the better tanks used larger-caliber artillery, and generally did not have automatic loaders. This resulted in the weak 'zombie' being unable to move the shells at all.
The 105mm shells of the m60a1 are lighter and can be moved.
After the company was dispatched, Colonel Piano had high hopes for it, thinking: If I am fifteen against two, I can win no matter what, right? He turned on the radio in the office area and listened directly to the battle between tank commanders on the battlefield.
call.
The ‘zombie’ commanders drove the M60A1 and set off boldly, waiting at the end of Route 26. About half an hour later, they heard a hoarse voice on the radio, “Find the target, attack.”
This sound was the prelude to the entire battle. At the other end, Zhang Hong, who was half outside the car, retracted into the turret like a frightened rabbit. He had just run across a street intersection when he suddenly saw
Three tanks squatted behind a building at the intersection.
The T-62a rushed across the intersection very quickly, and in less than a second, the three tanks shot out with a bang at the same time, and the shells flew past the T-62a's butt.
Zhang Hong was immediately frightened and screamed, shouting to the driver: "Run for your life, there is an ambush here."
The rumbling engines sounded one after another, and tanks weighing dozens of tons kept emerging from hiding places. Zhang Hong retracted into the tank and clearly saw a zombie with a terrifying face standing on the turret of a tank.
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"Thank God, it's the 'zombie' driving the tank. These guys are naturally one step slower. But we still have to run quickly. There are too many enemies. We have to go back to find Father Julio for help." Zhang Hong gave the order loudly and panting.
But the situation is much more dangerous than Zhang Hong imagined. This 'zombie' tank company has long considered the problem of its slow hands and feet. The numbers make up for the slow hands and feet!
Seeing that he was about to be surrounded, several artillery shells grazed the tail of his tank. Zhang Hong hurriedly shouted to the gunner: "Turn the muzzle, don't let the enemy hit us unscrupulously."
The gunner was also anxious. The car was bumping all the way, so he turned the turret and aimed towards the rear. Seeing a tank appear dozens of meters away, he immediately raised his gun and went out. As a result, he heard a "duang" sound and farted from the opposite side.
Nothing happened.
"Ricochet!" the commander Zhang Hong shouted heartbreakingly. He meant to remind the gunner to fire another shot quickly. "We failed to penetrate the enemy's armor."
The old-fashioned T-62a was running for its life. It would have been good if it could hit the rickety body. Only God knows where it hit. The loader quickly stuffed a shell into the barrel, and did not forget to complain, "Soviet ammunition
The armor piercing is terrible!"
"Stop talking nonsense and fight back quickly." Commander Zhang Hong felt that he was so nervous that he was soaked all over. In his panic, he counted more than ten enemy tanks. These were no match for him!
After finally running back to the BTR-60 assault gun, Zhang Hong shouted on the radio: "Dad, come and save me! There are a lot of M60s chasing me!"
"Calm down." Father Julio said calmly on the radio. The 152 big sprayers he commanded were facing the corner of a building. Seeing an M60A1 emerging from more than 200 meters away, the gunner immediately fired.
A high-explosive grenade flew out.
Thunder shook the sky, smoke rose, and Father Julio shouted happily - the target was covered. But the next second, the M60A1 emerged from the smoke again, and its muzzle was pointed at the assault gun at the exposed position.
"Damn it, you didn't lose any blood, that's not a big deal." Father Julio was also stunned. After washing the wheeled BTR-60, he was very maneuverable and ran away before the opponent could fight back. "Zhang, you continue.
Wandering, my reload is slow, so I have to run farther."
Damn it, why am I roaming around and you are filling it in?
Zhang Hong was about to cry, but he also knew that the assault cannon was not even qualified to roam due to its thin skin. At this time, he had to go up against it even if his tank was not good enough. He could only take advantage of his mobility and flexibility to run around.
"Detour, detour, go behind the enemy."
Zhang Hong and Julio were nervous to death, and Colonel Piano, who was listening to the information on the other side of the radio, was also nervous. The battle had been going on for about ten minutes, and the news coming out of the radio could no longer determine the outcome.
It’s nonsense. For example:
"Oh... I wish I could aim a little more."
"Target disappears."
"The observation hole was destroyed and we can't see anything."
"The observation hole is repaired, keep your eyes open."
The above news was pretty good, but while we were fighting, suddenly a tank started shouting, 'They have broken our tracks and we can't move.'
What? Have you made a mistake? Fifteen tanks fought two tanks on the opposite side, but they still couldn't win for a long time.
At this moment, the T-62A was circling a lone M60A1. This unlucky tank had no teammates around him for some reason. When it suddenly appeared, it startled the gunner and fired randomly. The result was that the tank was shot dead.
leg.
Take advantage of its illness and kill it!
Zhang Hong immediately asked to kill the M60A1 first. After circling half a circle, the muzzle was aimed directly at the rear of the opponent's turret and fired another round. As a result, Colonel Piano soon heard the tank crew members on the radio.
A series of exclamations.
"The ammunition rack was hit, but luckily it didn't explode."
"The loading hand is injured, who will replace it?"
"The turret is stuck!"
"The main gun was destroyed and cannot fire."
"The vehicle is on fire, put out the fire quickly!"
"The commander was killed in action, what should we do?"
What should I do? Deal with your sister!
None of these calls had good news. Colonel Piano turned blue when he heard them. He could only shout on the radio and ask other tanks to rush to the rescue. But at the end there was an explosion, and someone reported in a sad tone: "We
Destroy one of your own tanks."
Is there any mistake? After hearing the bad news, Colonel Piano was so angry that he wished he could go out and fight in person. These 'zombie' tankers are totally incompetent!
At the other end, Zhang Hong's crew was happily running away. They had just disabled a car, but the enemy's companions were also quickly returning to help. It seemed that they had no choice but to give up the attack. Who knew that the enemy himself would
The gun took out that unfortunate tank.
"These 'zombies' are slow to react. They are no match for us."
"Look for another lone car, we have a way to deal with it."