With a blast and a huge explosion, the artillery shell passed through the night sky like a comet and fell into the crowd of the Namibian Independent Division in front.
"boom!"
After the explosion caused by the high-explosive bomb, the thin shell on it was exploded, turning into pieces of murderous weapons with high temperature, scattered into the crowd, coupled with the shock wave generated after the shell exploded, three or four people around the shell fell to the ground.
The ten-meter radius was completely empty, and there was basically no living person.
The tank did not stop and continued to move forward. The instructor opened the barrel of the gun, ejected the shell, and then quickly inserted a new shell: "Filling is complete!"
"Target locked!"
"put!"
With a blast, another artillery shell hit the Namibian Independent Division in front. At a distance of 500 meters, the tank fired three rounds, blasting a gap in the road for the tank to move forward.
The Namibian Independent Division is a little confused now. They are walking well on the road. There is a faint sound of cars in front of them, but they don't pay too much attention to it. One of their own troops is advancing, and in their own country, although there are often unrest and anti-government armed forces
Rebellion is also aimed at small-scale armies. This is a division of several thousand people, and I have never encountered it before.
But just now, a sudden artillery shell fell among their crowd. Immediately afterwards, a company walking at the front, with about two hundred people, was left with less than a platoon, not even half a platoon.
nothing.
"Enemy attack!"
The commander's first reaction was that someone had attacked them and he was ready to fight back immediately, but his men reacted faster than him. The group of black soldiers were scattered by such a huge shelling power and fled in all directions.
The people in front ran back like crazy, and the people behind just heard the sound of cannons in front, but didn't know what was going on. After receiving the order to attack, they were ready to move forward. The people in front and behind were so entangled.
Together.
When the second artillery shell fired by Yu Zhiqian and others fell into the crowd, more people were killed. About half of the soldiers in the battalion were either killed or injured, and more of them were injured and trampled by their own people.
, the effect is surprisingly good.
After the third shell fell, the Namibian Independent Division, which had been bombed three times by Yu Zhiqian and others, saw the true face of the attackers. It was a tank, a tank they had almost never seen, even if they had seen it before.
I just saw tanks on TV.
With its thick barrel and thick armor, you can tell that this guy is a bit difficult to mess with. After seeing the soldiers who were originally preparing to attack, most of them chose to run away, while some chose to resist and fired at the tank with rifles.
Some of the bullets were shot to unknown places, and some of the bullets hit the tank's armor, making a pinging sound and causing sparks, but the tank continued to move forward quickly.
When the tank entered the impact point of its first shell, there were corpses and wounded soldiers everywhere. Within a radius of about twenty meters, no one could survive. Between the radius of fifty and twenty meters, there were everywhere.
The wounded soldiers were wailing and screaming, but no one cared about them now.
"Division Commander, a tank attacked us!"
"How many tanks!"
"Just one!"
"What's a tank afraid of? It'll just blow it up!"
"yes!"
After receiving the order, a black officer immediately ordered to take out the RPG and prepare to attack the tanks of Yu Zhiqian and others.
"Head, I found a suspected anti-instrument tool at the eleven o'clock direction!"
"receive!"
Yu Zhiqian immediately put his head out, pulled the bolt of the machine gun hard, and aimed at the eleven o'clock position. The machine gun on the tank became the god of death for these black soldiers and began to harvest their lives.
The position of the tank machine gunner is protected. There is a baffle in front of the machine gun, a hatch behind it, and there are liftable baffles on the left and right sides to ensure the safety of the machine gunner. This design was developed after the Iraq War. Summed up by Americans.
At eleven o'clock, several RPG operators had just reached a position less than 150 meters away from the tank when a row of bullets came over. One of the operators was hit in the waist by a machine gun bullet. , blocked his waist and interrupted him.
Yu Zhiqian has not found the target for the time being. After all, 150 meters at night is too far. Yu Zhiqian can't see it at all. He can only rely on his own experience to slowly move the muzzle of the gun, move it sideways little by little, and use the two hundred rounds of ammunition. After Yu Zhiqian fired the shot, he quickly raised the head of the machine gun: "Give me the barrel!"
"coming!"
A gun barrel was handed over from below. Yu Zhiqian was wearing tactical gloves, but he still felt very hot when he touched the barrel. He couldn't care so much. Yu Zhiqian quickly took off the already hot barrel and threw it away directly. , after putting the new barrel on.
He reassembled the machine gun, took out a long bullet chain, loaded it and loaded the bullet: "Are there any targets?"
"Eleven o'clock direction, thermal imaging detection, about three people!"
"Roger!" Yu Zhiqian once again adjusted the muzzle to the target position, continued the previous operation and slowly moved his machine gun laterally. This time the effect was much better than the last time. The group holding RPG The guy had already loaded the rockets and was half-crouching, ready to fire as soon as the tank got closer.
But the scythe of death passed over their heads again, and the two black men carrying the RPG were killed by Yu Zhiqian. Only the last one had to hide in the pit and did not dare to show his head, missing the best opportunity to take action.
From time to time, bullets around Yu Zhiqian hit the baffle, but they failed to penetrate the baffle. Yu Zhiqian slowly fired all 200 rounds of bullets and then retracted into the tank cabin.
"Speed up and run over, there are too many people!"
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John continued to increase the accelerator, and Yu Zhiqian now regretted not buying a Panther tank. The American M1A2 tank is a heavy tank, but its speed is not very fast. The Panther tank, which is also a heavy tank, sacrifices the armor thickness and improves the speed. speed.
In modern warfare, if a tank does not have an external plug-in device, it is basically difficult to withstand the power of a rocket. New steel plates have been researched, but no major breakthroughs have been made, so tanks have begun to change from armor thickness to speed. , as long as I run fast enough, you can't hit me, that's the truth.
The tank began to accelerate and ran directly over some wounded soldiers. The sound of the tank engine and most of the personnel in the cabin were wearing noise-cancelling communication headsets, so their wailing could not be heard.
And after the tank increased its speed, it began to catch up with the black people who had fled for their lives.
Yu Zhiqian did not show his head, but closed the hatch. The distance was too close. What if a grenade was thrown at someone who was desperate for his life? What if he was thrown in?
So Yu Zhiqian closed the hatch, sat inside the tank, and watched John's operations.
The tank rushed into the crowd of people fleeing for their lives. Through the commander's observation mirror, Yu Zhiqian saw the black men in front of the tank who were frantically running for their lives. They seemed to have no idea how to escape.
He saw the tanks chasing him behind him, but instead of escaping toward the two wings, he chose to continue moving forward. A small number of people in front chose to run toward the two sides, and more people crowded forward.
Further forward, no matter how fast they ran, they could not outrun the tank. When the tank caught up with them, they were directly hit by the tank. Then the tank's tracks ran over them, and after their bodies were crushed by dozens of tons of tanks, All that's left is a skin bag and various pieces of meat.
A tank took ten minutes to shuttle through the crowd. Yu Zhiqian didn't know how many people were killed, but it crushed at least two to three hundred people. Yu Zhiqian looked at the empty road in front of him and looked at the instructor curiously. : "Instructor, why do you think these people don't know how to run to both sides?"
The instructor pushed open the cabin door and a pungent smell of blood came out. He had to close the door further and then turned on the built-in air conditioning system to dissipate the smell of blood. It was so unpleasant. It was the first time I smelled this smell. It is impossible for people to stop without vomiting all the acidic water in their stomachs.
"Do you still remember your recruit training?" After the smell dissipated a little, the instructor looked at Yu Zhiqian.
After Yu Zhiqian heard this, he thought about it and nodded. When he was a soldier, he just didn't catch up with the restructuring. At that time, the veterans were still bullying the recruits to death, so Yu Zhiqian still remembered the few months as a recruit.
"Remember the courage training?"
"Tank?"
"Yes!"
Yu Zhiqian's mind recalled one of his former comrades. After seeing the tank, he was so frightened that his legs became weak and he did not dare to move at all. It was very similar to Li Erniu in the TV series I am a special force.
The instructor pointed to his head: "When people are scared, many of their behaviors are subconscious. For example, during a car accident, some people stand still and dare not move when they see a car hitting them. They are just scared. These It's the same for people who are so scared that they just run for their lives, but they forget how to escape!"
The tank crushed a road through the crowded road. The blood stains on the tracks slowly disappeared until the tank drove two kilometers. The pursuers could no longer be seen behind it, but screams could be heard. .
In the encounter that lasted less than fifteen minutes, the Namibian Independent Division suffered a total of nearly a thousand deaths. The entire unit was reduced by nearly one-fifth, and some soldiers ran away. The division commander looked at the tanks that were running away.
Although he was itching with hatred, there was nothing he could do. He had no tanks or helicopters.
There were only some armored vehicles and pickup trucks, but if these vehicles chased the tanks, they would only die, so he gave up any thought of revenge.
"Sir, I just received news from Windhoek. Gegenbu killed Falcao and he is back again!"
"That damn old man isn't dead?"
"not dead!"
"..."
ps: The last day of April, the update of 10,000 words will start tomorrow. I wish everyone a happy May Day in advance.
