In the small tank turret, Tony stuffed a piece of compressed biscuit into his mouth hungrily.
Being able to have a seemingly safe place to eat is already a very enviable thing on a battlefield like this.
Next to Tony, the gunner was monitoring the movement in the distance with his sight, which was equivalent to being on sentry duty. Although his field of vision was limited, it was better to have someone watching than no one to care.
"It's your turn." Before Tony could swallow the biscuit in his mouth, he said vaguely: "Eat it quickly!"
Whenever this happens, both Tony and the gunner are envious of the driver sitting in front of them. The driver can always relax and enjoy his food. After all, there is someone to help guard the sentry, and he doesn't have to operate a weapon.
Seems quite relaxed.
The gunner nodded, took the can of starch that had been unscrewed and put it aside in his hand, and started to enjoy his food with a small folded fork.
The place where they are now is a forward position close to the demonic troops. Any slight disturbance will cause a fierce battle, so everyone is very careful and handles every detail carefully.
There are grenadier positions arranged outside the armored forces. In fact, they don't have to worry about sudden sneak attacks. However, the devil has endless tricks. It is better to be careful in everything than to be careless.
Although the protection level of the T-72 tank is not very high among modern tanks, and can even be described as relatively average, in this world, it is still unparalleled.
It can provide strong defense capabilities of almost 360 degrees, giving strong confidence to all soldiers who operate this tank.
Being inside this tank, you naturally feel a very safe feeling. At least since the beginning of the war, not a single T-72 tank has been destroyed by the demonic troops.
"It's cold, and there's no chance to heat it up." The gunner complained while chewing the starch can.
They had advanced more than thirty kilometers today and encountered sporadic resistance from some demonic troops, which did not cause them any trouble.
The attack force of Eiland Hill has spread out widely. From time to time, armored reconnaissance vehicles can be seen retracing their steps to provide the tank troops with some specific information about the nearby situation, as well as the number and deployment location of the enemy.
These light armored reconnaissance vehicles have strong combat capabilities. The 20 mm caliber Vulcan cannon equipped on the vehicle body can also target some scattered demons.
They often go out to places 10 kilometers or even 20 kilometers away from the main force. While conducting reconnaissance, they will also kill some lone enemies.
"It would be nice to have some." Tony swallowed the compressed biscuits in his mouth, took a sip of water, tightened the lid of the kettle, hung it on the hook on the inner wall of the tank turret, moved in front of the periscope, and looked around.
Several armored vehicles full of soldiers drove up from behind. Soldiers holding weapons sat on top of these tracked armored vehicles. They didn't jump down and disperse until the armored vehicles stopped.
Some soldiers lit cigarettes in the lee of the armored vehicle, while others joined the surrounding defense lines.
They were all straggler soldiers who came hitchhiking, and they were with the soldiers who were covering Tony and his convoy's advance.
Along with these armored vehicles, several cars arrived. There were jeeps and six-wheel trucks.
There is a temporary welded iron shelf above the front engine compartment cover of the Jeep. On this iron shelf, there are fuel tanks neatly arranged side by side.
The soldiers sitting in the car jumped out as soon as the car stopped. Then they picked up the heavy oil drums from the hood of the jeep and started running towards the T-72 tanks hidden everywhere.
"The supplies have arrived!" Tony relaxed after seeing these soldiers carrying oil barrels. The logistics force had arrived, which meant that they could get more ammunition and oil.
"Click!" Opening the hatch cover above his head, Tony leaned out half of his body and took a deep breath of air that smelled of gunpowder smoke, making his whole body feel better.
"Come down and help!" Several soldiers from the logistics force carrying oil drums, carrying Mauser 98k rifles on their backs, walked heavily to Tony's tank, shouted loudly, and put the oil tank in one hand under their feet.
, unscrewed the cap on the other fuel tank by hand.
Tony signaled the driver to open the fuel tank on the tank body. He got out of the tank's turret, jumped onto the engine cover behind the tank, and helped refuel the tank.
"The car transporting artillery shells has also arrived! Replenish the ammunition in a moment! We have been ordered to establish a new supply base near here! We need your help!" pouring oil barrels and pouring diesel into the fuel tank of the T-72 tank, logistics
The officer grinned and said.
Originally, in order to increase the range of the T-72 tank, there were two external fuel tanks at the rear of the tank.
However, because the battle continued, all the external fuel tanks were removed, leaving only the semicircular fixture for mounting the external fuel tank exposed.
Tony helped carry the oil drum to pour diesel into his tank, because a full tank of diesel was very heavy and it was very difficult for one person to carry it without saying a word and holding his breath.
At this time, the rumbling sound of artillery was heard on the distant horizon again. The artillery of Eiland Hill began to attack again.
The battle line had just stopped for less than an hour, and the artillery units, which were becoming more and more mechanized, showed their presence once again, unwilling to be left alone.
As the bombardment became more and more intense, one could not even hear the explosions of the shells one after another. The explosions merged into one sound, making it hard to hear the booming and rumbling sounds.
More cars drove into the open space. At this time, Tony finally emptied the fuel tank in his hand and handed the empty fuel tank back to the logistics personnel next to the tank who were waiting to get the tank back.
Trucks parked next to each other on the roadside, and some soldiers had already begun to set up tents in the core area.
Armored tank maintenance trucks and simple cranes have already arrived here, and many people have begun to unload ammunition of various calibers from the truck compartment.
The person directing the traffic waved his hands and shouted one after another. Heavy vehicles began to park in the designed position, and a huge tent not far away had been supported.
While the tent was being set up, someone had already buckled the camouflage net on the top of the tent. The camouflage net filled with rag strips worked very well, and the tent instantly blended in with the surrounding vegetation.
The entire supply base soon began to take shape, and Tony had to get back into his tank and order the tank to be started to make room for the subsequent supply vehicles.
Trucks loaded with ammunition drove over from nearby roads one after another. Several tents had been set up. Some vehicles rushing to collect ammunition caused some traffic congestion. However, the situation soon changed from chaos to order.
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Several cranes modified from M4 tanks began to work, and a covering helicopter hovered in the sky. At this time, it also began to return.
A hurriedly arrived quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft missile launch vehicle took over the helicopter's job and was responsible for ensuring the absolute safety of the nearby airspace.
"Why do you think there are so many vehicles..." Seeing more and more vehicles gathering, the gunner said with emotion, holding his tin can.
Tony leaned on the hatch, looking at the bustling forward supply depot in the distance from the slightly bumpy T-72 tank, shook his head and said: "I used to be a TV seller, how could I know that these things are all
Where did it come from?"
"So we are still fighting with swords." The gunner laughed to himself, poured all the salty starch cans into his mouth, threw the cans out of the tank, and took a gulp of water.
"Yes, three years ago, I never even thought that one day I would go to the battlefield and fight against demons." Tony said with emotion: "Now, I am actually commanding such a powerful tank to fight!"
"Tell me, is the production of such an advanced tank very slow?" The gunner tapped the T-72 tank that he liked more and more, and then started to chat casually.
Tony laughed: "Not necessarily, right? Maybe in Siris's factory, it is as easy to produce a tank as it is to produce a piece of clothing!"
"You really dare to think that!" The gunner obviously didn't believe it, he shook his head and said to Tony with a smile.
Tony did not refute, and continued to talk to himself: "Perhaps, there will be machinery to automatically produce such tanks, one after another...even workers will not be needed."
"Your imagination... it's a pity not to write novels." The gunner was amused by Tony's conjecture. He leaned on the slightly bumpy seat, shook his head and smiled.
Of course, he would not have thought that Tony, the TV salesman, said this casually, but actually told the truth.
Ireland's weapons production is indeed developing crazily towards full automation. Soon, the time to produce a T-72 tank will be compressed to an unimaginable level.
In the distance, a motorcycle was speeding by, and the soldiers on the car started shouting when they were far away from Tony's tank.
Tony took off his earphones and heard the opponent on a motorcycle loudly remind Tony's advancing tank company: "Demon troops are found ahead! There are many! Get ready to fight!"
"Slow down!" Tony put on the headphones again and ordered: "Pay attention to your surroundings! Grenade...load!"
The gunner pressed a button on the automatic loader, and the automatic loader selected a grenade and quickly loaded it into the barrel of the T-72 tank.
"Keep the battle formation! Pay attention to cover each other!" In his earphone, the company commander's order also came over. All the T-72 tanks immediately adjusted their positions and soon formed a wedge to cover each other.