The door to Lechica has been opened, and there will be no more obstacles in the twenty-kilometer journey ahead.
The Soviet army filled several trenches with various debris. The armored trucks that were blocked by the trenches easily drove out of the three trenches. They were covered with bullet marks, and the sacks filled with soil on the front of the truck shattered, but the truck
It can still run stably.
"This is the last fuel! Comrades, when we drive to Lechica, I'm afraid it's time to say goodbye to these trucks!"
The drivers filled the fuel tanks with pipes and looked toward the future.
They were all worried about their respective prospects. After all, there was a more difficult journey ahead, and when attacking Lechica, the trucks must definitely be used as tanks.
"I think the commander treats us as real armored vehicle operators."
"Haha, that really compliments us. Brothers, do you see that over there?" A driver stretched out his finger, and everyone looked sideways.
I saw a group of soldiers pushing and pulling some artillery pieces with big wheels.
"That's an anti-tank gun. Thank God. If it is hit by that thing, the tank can be paralyzed. But our lives will be at risk." A driver said worriedly.
"Sergey, you are not a coward. We have fought all the way here, which shows that all the brothers are lucky. We will definitely have no problem in the next battle."
"Bah. If we're hoping for good luck, we might as well hang more sandbags on the front of the car. Oh! Look, our tank has also come to refuel. Brothers, prepare the gasoline for him."
Originally, BT tanks were exclusively made of aviation gasoline, but according to the oil standards of later generations, it was just so-called No. 97 oil.
The tank creaked as it drove forward, its tracks kicking up a lot of mud. It stopped next to the truck, and the driver who had opened the window joked casually: "Brothers, I thought you were a real tank? Why are you blocked by the trench?"
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"Bah! No matter how fast you run, if you run out of gas, you can only be considered a fixed fortress." Then the drivers burst into laughter.
"Stop laughing." Chekov opened the top cover and got out of the car quickly, "I need fuel, and the backup fuel tank needs to be filled up. Do you have enough fuel reserves?"
"That's enough for now." The driver who spoke was obviously embarrassed.
"What? Could it be that the fuel quality is not good?"
"No! No! I mean, it's okay for your tank to enter the city of Lechica, but if it completes its mission and drives back to the swamp, I'm afraid you'll have to look for fuel in the city."
Chekov grinned: "It's a troublesome thing. Forget it, we have to liberate Lechica first. If we can accomplish this goal, the loss of the tank is acceptable. I guess this tank will fall apart if it runs away again."
Chekov knew very well that the troops had captured some anti-tank guns, especially the 45mm Czech-made guns. If hit by the armor-piercing bullets fired by these things, the BT tank would definitely die. Even if the T3476 came, it would hit the side with a bang.
The German army is likely to deploy more such anti-tank artillery in Lechica!
They did not continue, but Chekov watched the driver carrying a small oil drum with a capacity of only three gallons and pouring lead-dyed pink gasoline into the fuel tank.
"Oh my God! How big is the appetite of this tank's fuel tank!" the driver couldn't help but asked in surprise.
"How big is it? It's bigger than your stomach anyway."
"Okay, we'll fill up all our reserve fuel for you, but even so, your tank is still not full."
Chekov nodded helplessly: "As long as we can reach Lechica. Alas, I hope I won't face the enemy's anti-aircraft artillery along the way."
The thing he mentioned is really taboo for all truck drivers.
Which soldier doesn’t know the fact that the German army built city defense in Lechica? How could they not use combat defense artillery as field artillery? The so-called armor-piercing bombs used on armored vehicles and high-explosive bombs used by infantry are called combat defense.
High flexibility of the gun.
Chekov looked at their worried expressions and pinched his waist to show a fearless look: "We will attack soon. You see, the troops have begun to gather. Everyone wants to see something, so look first
current job."
These armored trucks certainly have an important job at this stage - as artillery tractors.
Drivers love and fear anti-war artillery. What they love is that the captured artillery has become a friendly fire unit, but what they are afraid of is that the German army will use it to block attacks.
Fifteen armored trucks and even BT tanks have become tractors. Chekov is actually a little unhappy. He still has to accept the fact that his vehicle is towing two 45mm anti-tank guns in series.
The task of the armored trucks is even more difficult. They restore the essence of trucks, and each one is piled with a large number of captured ammunition boxes.
"Haha, the captured German trucks were pulling German ammunition and Czech artillery. It's really funny."
The march had already begun. Chekov exposed half of his body and watched as the trucks lined up and began to advance slowly toward the north.
He looked at his watch again. It was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon.
"Well, with the speed of the infantry, they have to arrive at Lechica at seven o'clock in the evening. If there is a battle, the advance will be delayed. Do we have to fight at night?" Thinking of this, Chekov couldn't help but be startled. He was already a little tired.
Yes, if we have to fight a night battle today, I'm afraid it won't end until dawn tomorrow.
Just as he continued to watch the soldiers march north, the car radio suddenly rang, and it turned out to be the voice of Lavrenti, commander of the 284th Division's 2nd Regiment, who was commanding the front line.
Chekov quickly got back in, quickly put on the earphones, and held the walkie-talkie in his hand.
"I am a tank, what are your orders, sir?"
"Command, the tank quickly connected with the forward 2nd Regiment of the 284th Division. I have ordered a smart and capable infantry squad to connect. After the connection, the tank unloaded the artillery, mounted ten soldiers, and rushed towards Lechicha at full speed.
As a scout, you can explore the reality of the German army."
"Obey...obey!"
Chekhov originally solved the problem subconsciously. He could not disobey orders due to the military's sense of honor. Wouldn't it make the sudden advance of tanks and bicycles a target of public criticism?
He was quiet for more than ten seconds, finally thinking about everything. Because the professional scout Balzen's unit had urgently moved to the direction of Catfish Village. It was said that there were more than 5,000 German soldiers in that direction launching a sneak attack.
There are no more professional scouts, so troops with similar functions can only be used. Chekov is very clear about the positioning of BT tanks in the army - fast tanks are similar to reconnaissance tanks - and its major responsibility is to quickly rush to the front of the German army.
Conduct a fire test, and then use high mobility to escape.
Obviously Lavrenti was quite aware of this, and he even doubted whether it was the commander himself who gave the order.
"Okay! Brothers, you all know what that guy Lavrenti asked us to do just now, right?"
The driver asked knowingly: "What do you want us to do? For example, order me to drive the tank into the sky?"
"Maybe if I attach wings to the tank and attach a few Exocet rockets, we can all go to the sky!" Chekov's joke made the whole car burst into laughter.
"Okay, we got an order, maybe from the commander himself. Just because we have made meritorious service, our superiors want us to continue to make meritorious service. We are going to rush to the city of Lechica to find out what is true. Brothers, are you afraid?"
"There is no word fear in my dictionary," the driver said proudly.
"Okay, let's take action. For the Gold Star Medal, let's rush!"
In this way, the only BT tank joined the advancing column of the second regiment of the 284th Division. An infantry squad that had already received the order climbed onto the tank with a lot of hemp ropes.
"Comrades, you must tie yourselves firmly. We will be racing at a speed of forty kilometers. I don't want anyone to be knocked down." Chekov instructed while instructing the soldiers to tie up.
The infantry on the ground were still advancing in column. Only Yevgeny stood beside the tank and paid Chekov a salute.
"Hey! Chekov."
"Ah! Comrade deputy commander, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, just looking at you. Comrade Chekov, you are really a fighting hero. The commander already knows that you captured the German commander with your own hands. Now you are going to make new achievements. Let me see, your
The title of Hero of the Soviet Union is indispensable."
"Haha! As long as I am not killed by anti-aircraft artillery, I will definitely be a hero of the Soviet Union."
"Fool, you are a lucky man and don't say any unlucky words. Lavrenti asked me to bring you a message. Your job is to investigate and then report what you see and hear using radio current affairs. Remember, never
impulse!"
"I will!" As he said that, Chekov looked at the ten people tied to the tank: "Comrades, you are obviously ready. We will set off immediately."
Having said that, Chekov saluted Yevgeny with a resolute face and saluted the standard military salute, then closed the tank's top cover.
Then, the engine spewed out a cloud of black smoke, and the entire tank tilted up and quickly ran towards the north, splashing a cloud of mud.