England 1986

Chapter 362 Severn Bridge
Don't underestimate this 50-year old tank, even in this era, it is still very useful.

Back then, he was an old earl from the last generation, and felt that this thing was much more powerful than cavalry, so he finally tried his best to get two "scrap" Cromwells from the army.

After so many years, the family spends part of the money every year for the maintenance of these two Cromwells, but...
With the passage of time, only one of the two tanks can still be driven, and the other is used as an accessory vehicle for dismantling parts.

The 75mm artillery that was replaced later can fire grenades. This thing has a miraculous effect on buildings and personnel. As for the lethality
It was a bit difficult to fight German tanks of the same level on the battlefield back then, so we could only play sideways containment, but if it was used to suppress places and quell chaos.

Ordinary houses, once a grenade goes down, all problems are solved.

Although the 75mm grenade does not seem to be very big, it is still a small-caliber artillery in theory, but the killing radius is about 8 meters, which is not too small!

Dealing with ordinary civilians, properly.

With his hands behind his back, Allen watched the servant replace the tank with rubber tracks and wipe the license plate again.

This person has a regular license plate and can be on the road legally, but he cannot buy insurance, but his family does not lack this kind of insurance. If there is a car accident on the road, he may not know who hits whom.

Inserting the small flag in his hand onto the shiny green tank, Allen clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"Well, it's all work!"

This is Boss Zha's Prince of Wales flag. Anyone with a little knowledge will know what is going on with this tank when they see this flag.

Type out the name first and drive all the way to London!
Time: 1992:5 pm on May 1, 1.

Location: The gate of Hill Manor.

Character: Alan, with a group of servants and bodyguards who are going to go to London with him to do things.

Three cars, three security vehicles, one oil truck, and one tank.

The small convoy headed by the Cromwell IV tanks left the gate of the manor in a mighty manner, and then walked not far forward, turning on the B4312 highway.

Speaking of these roads in Great Britain, there are roads starting with M, roads starting with A, and roads starting with B, and there are more down there.

Theoretically speaking, the roads starting with M can be understood as expressways.

The ones starting with A can be understood as national highways.

As for the beginning of B, it is a dart.

The roads starting with B in Wales, to be honest, are a bit rotten
Allen has complained many times, but the funds for repairing the Welsh roads have not been approved. It is unrealistic to build a section of the road from Carmarthen to London for him alone. The repair of Duan costs a lot, and the upper council has not approved it, and Alan is too lazy to go to the council to make troubles over such a mess.

The turret hatch of the Type IV Cromwell tank still has double doors. The front and rear two small doors open outwards from the middle. After opening, they can just serve as small front and rear shields, which can provide certain protection for the observer or the commander.

Allen was wearing earmuffs, lying on the open door and feeling the smoke and dust blowing in front of him!

Although this is not his first time riding in a tank, Allen is still very excited to ride in his own tank this time.

With a body width of [-] meters and a length of more than [-] meters, although Cromwell is not big in a tank, this thing runs fast.

After removing part of the armor and internal equipment, this thing can reach a speed of about 65 kilometers per hour at full speed.

In the absence of deceleration glass, leaning out from the turret, watching the scenery on both sides of the road slowly retreating, listening to the roar of the engine, is very touching!

Theoretically speaking, in Great Britain, if a tank wants to legally go on the road, in addition to replacing it with rubber tracks, it must remove the internal fire control and sighting systems of the tank and make the turret face backwards before it can legally go on the road.

But the tank in Allen's house was said to be "scrap" when he came back, but the inside is brand new, not to mention dismantling the fire control. He went out this time, and he brought five rounds of ammunition in the tank !

As for the turret facing backwards, how imposing is that?Can the tank that Master Allen rides in himself face backwards?
Just move forward!The muzzle pointed straight ahead.

The convoy was driving on the two-lane provincial road that started with the letter B, far away. When the cars coming from the opposite side saw this scene, they would all pull over to the side of the road early, for fear of disturbing the weird convoy.

As for who dares to drive a tank on the road so boldly in Wales?

Besides that Master Allen, who else would dare?
"Little Shitou, load a cannonball, let me try firing a cannonball!"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Allen kicked with his left foot the small stone that followed him in the tank. After the convoy drove for more than half an hour, the route to London this time was in the direction of Cardiff, where it is now Probably not far from Llanelli.

After the freshness at the beginning, Allen was a little bored lying on the turret, so.
He wanted to test the power of a cannon himself, and if he left Carmarthenshire for a while, it would be difficult for him to test the cannon.

It's all here, and there are still ammunition in the car, and Allen feels itchy if he doesn't fire a shot.

Can't there be too many people in a while, and randomly send a shell to a passing village, right?

The Welsh people have been so honest recently, there is no need.

"Ah? Master? Is it right here?"

Although Xiaoshi was puzzled, he followed Allen's order and patted the loader next to him, signaling him to reload. This time he was a cameo messenger, and there was a loader and driver in the car. Of course, Allen was a cameo The driver, neither of them have to work, they are only responsible for the experience.

Until the little stone reminded Allen that everything was ready, the convoy was still driving at a speed of about 60 kilometers. Allen took out the walkie-talkie, recalled the process in his mind, and pretended to report a grove about 300 meters away from the roadside. The coordinates of the location.

The turret slowly turned to the left.

"Prepare!"

"Ready sir!"

"fire!"

"boom!"

With the violent vibration, Allen only felt his body shake back and forth a few times violently, and his chest hit the hatch cover, causing some pain.

After a puff of white smoke, a small puff of black smoke rose from a small forest in the distance, and a big tree was directly blown to pieces by a cannonball.

This power is more enjoyable than a machine gun!

Following the sudden sound of gunfire, the entire convoy made a sharp turn in the car in front of it, and then quickly returned to the right track.

Allen laughed when he saw this scene.

Fun!

"One more shot! Reload!"

"Master, we didn't bring a few shells with us, in case we don't have enough shells when we arrive in London."

Little Stone rarely wanted to persuade Allen.

"Idiot! You think I really dare to fire in London, you think I'm slow to die, reload!"

And there are not enough cannonballs in London. This is to make trouble in London, not to attack London. If Allen really dares to drive this thing to fire in London.
Not much else to say, it is estimated that only from the queen's reprimand and grounding, it will start at least half a year.

The Severn Bridge is located at the junction of the Severn River and Bristol Bay. It is more than ten kilometers due east from Newport. The bridge is next to the Welsh side. There is also a local polo stadium next to it. A matching training ground.

At the head of the Severn Bridge.

A police car was parked on the side of the road, and two traffic policemen with beer bellies were leaning against the front of the car, chatting with paper coffee cups in their hands.

It’s around four o’clock in the afternoon. Although they are on duty outside, my glorious tradition of afternoon tea cannot be lost. Even if there is no condition to be on duty outside, it’s a pleasure to buy a cup of coffee, just treat it as afternoon tea.

On the hood of the police car, there were still two rather delicate snacks. The two fat traffic policemen watched the vehicles crossing the bridge, drinking coffee and chatting.

Until there was a slightly different sound in the distance, and then a burst of smoke followed by an extremely unpleasant noise.

Like in the underground parking lot, the creaking sound of car tires rubbing against the plastic parking lot ground is accompanied by an extremely unrestrained roar of the engine, from far to near.

Then there was a shiny green tank with the muzzle facing forward, as if afraid that others would not see them, the muzzle was still pointing high and slanted forward.

The tall, fat traffic policeman in the lead opened his mouth slightly, and was a little dazed watching this scene. He didn't react for a while. After all, not every traffic policeman can encounter a tank driving on the road while on duty.

And it's this kind of classic tank that looks older than his father. The most important thing is that this thing still has a civilian license plate!
Also appeared in front of oneself.

"Boss. What should we do? Stop them?"

Another short, fat traffic police partner patted his boss slightly.

"Shut up, idiot! Didn't you see that flag? You ate all the knowledge you learned like donuts?"

"Stand still, idiot! Stay out of trouble!"

After the boss was woken up by his subordinates, he took the big-brimmed hat and slammed it on his subordinate's forehead, then quickly put on his big-brimmed hat, tidied up his clothes, put his legs together, and sucked his slightly raised stomach tightly. Honestly saluted the approaching tank.

"boom boom"

Seemingly seeing the two traffic policemen here, the shiny green old tank suddenly accelerated, and the speed increased by a few minutes. When it was in front of the two of them, it slowly braked. The two fat traffic policemen were covered in smoke and dust, but he The two didn't even dare to fart, and the smiles on their faces even became brighter as the tank braked.

There was a bang.

The hatch on the turret was lifted.

Little Shitou leaned out with great effort, hooked his fingers at the fat traffic policeman who looked like the leader, and shouted, "You! Come here."

The tall and fat traffic policeman, using both hands and feet, was pushed behind by his subordinates before he boarded the two-meter-high Cromwell Type IV tank. He rubbed his hands in a little embarrassment and looked at the small stone that told him to come up.

At this time, he had already seen the small flag hanging on the tank from the corner of his eye. It was the royal flag of the Prince of Wales, but he still couldn't be sure who was sitting in it, or that it was in a car in the convoy behind. Who is sitting.

I haven't heard that His Royal Highness is visiting Wales recently?
Could it be that he came to inspect quietly this time?
But there is no need to call in an old tank for protection, right?

"Do you know who I am?"

Following Xiao Shitou's questioning, the tall, fat traffic policeman shook his head honestly, then nodded quickly.

Little Shitou took out his ID from his pocket and handed it to the fat traffic policeman.

The fat traffic policeman didn't answer the connection, and he still knew the big Hill family crest on the certificate!

The popularity of this thing in Wales is higher than that of the prince's flag!

"It turned out to be the Hill family"

"Okay, as long as you know, my master is still sitting inside."

Xiao Shitou muttered something and startled the fat traffic policeman again. When he heard that Alan was still inside, he was a little scared and wanted to take two steps back, but there were still some messy things on the tank, which was not easy to get his feet on.

"Wait. Here you go, take it!"

Xiaoshi stooped to take two plates of food and a small pot from the tank, and handed them to the fat traffic policeman.

Two plates of very delicate snacks, and a pot of tea The teapot is still silver!
The fat traffic policeman took the things in a hurry, passed the plate to his subordinate first, and held the pot of tea in his hand, with a more reserved expression.

"Okay. You can go down. This is Your Excellency's reward for your hard work. Have a nice afternoon tea!"

Xiao Shitou snapped his fingers, indicating that the fat traffic policeman could get out of the car. His attitude was very casual, even a bit like yelling at others, but the fat traffic policeman didn't feel insulted at all. excited!
The fat traffic policeman, who felt extremely unreal, quickly jumped out of the tank with the support of his subordinates. One of them was holding a plate, the other was holding a teapot, watching the tank emit a puff of smoke again, and then drove on. Severn Bridge.

"Boss? This is?"

The short, fat traffic policeman looked at the things in his hands in a daze.

"What are you looking at? Do you know who it is that just passed by? It's the Earl of Carmarthen! He saw us working so hard and rewarded us with afternoon tea."

The tall, fat traffic policeman held the silver teapot tightly and did not let go. He was reluctant to drink it.

Although a silver teapot is not worth much, it depends on who gives it, or who rewards it!

This was rewarded to him by the legendary Earl of Carmarthen. Take it back and put it in the most conspicuous place at home, so it can be used as a town house!

As for why these things are pulled out of the tank
Is it any wonder that I can drink afternoon tea in my British tank?
Back then, the British Army claimed that you could capture me, but you had to provide me with afternoon tea!
The head can be cut off to bleed or bleed, but the black tea can't be cut off. Does anyone in Europe know this rule?

Back then, the criterion for testing the quality of a tank was whether you could drink black tea in it!

Gentlemen of Great Britain, even on the battlefield, you must remain graceful!
Severn Bridge.

This Severn refers to the Severn River, not Ultraman Severn.

The bridge, which was completed only 60 years ago, seemed to claim that it used the latest technology.

Allen doesn't understand these technologies, but the bridge pulled by steel cables looks extremely spectacular.The entire bridge deck spans nearly 1000 meters and connects Wales and England through this bridge.

After crossing the bridge, you have officially arrived in England, which also means that the convoy can finally get on the expressway starting with M.

But in terms of the top speed of the Cromwell tank, even if it is on the high speed, it can be regarded as an easy way to go, and the others are useless, and it can’t drive fast anyway.

After driving for more than two hours, I only walked more than 100 kilometers. This speed
"Little Shitou, after crossing the bridge, change cars."

(End of this chapter)