Don't talk about martial arts, I'm a war contractor

Chapter 78 Tickle, Garbage Time
The armor of the PT-76M can't even hold the cannon, so letting them run is to preserve their vitality.

To deal with this T-64B1M, the anti-tank team must come.

Compared with the Weasel A3 infantry fighting vehicle, the main battle tank's damage to personnel has been weakened.

Facing the 7.62mm coaxial machine gun of the tank, or facing the 20mm machine gun + 7.62mm machine gun of the infantry fighting vehicle, I believe that normal people can make the right choice.

Counting Cohen himself, they now have 4 anti-tank teams.

Even if one or two were knocked out by machine guns, the rest would be able to destroy this ferocious steel beast.

Well, the saturation attack of the ultra-low configuration version.

It is specially designed to fight this kind of single-vehicle tank that does not have a wing car or a foot battle.

Poor Xiayu, the expansion of the PMC empire has not yet begun, and it is about to wither.

"Boom~~"

Not far away, a PT-76M was blown up on the spot while fleeing.

Is this the one who has to pull two backs even if he dies?
"Run, and why are you all standing still, shoot me quickly!"

After yelling, Ke Ang threw away the platform and snatched the half-breed from the orderly.

"Boom~~"

The launch tube cover was thrown away, and the 9M115 anti-tank missile inside flew out.

There is no need for wire control at a distance of less than 500 meters, and the mixed-race man rushed straight to the T-64B1M, like a son rushing to his father.

Xia Yu admits that she has a mixed-race godson, but what is going on with this "mixed-race" son?

He obviously hasn't dated Mao Mei before, so it's definitely not his.

"Boom~~"

The flames of the explosion shrouded the car body again, and the hybrid missile that failed to find relatives hit the side of the T-64B1M turret.

The three people in the car only felt their brains buzzing, as if they were struck by someone while standing in a copper bell.

"Mongoose, is it dead? If it's not dead, you still have another car at three o'clock, target P03."

"Yes, Commander!"

"Boom~~"

After recovering, Hans fired again, and the third (3th in total) PT-7M was reimbursed.

Outside the car, the atmosphere froze for a moment, especially Ke Ang who was still carrying the launch pad.

what happened?

Can anti-tank missiles penetrate tanks?

The situation is like this, this is the AT-7 hybrid, not the later upgraded AT-13 hybrid M type, and the armor penetration thickness is only 460mm.

The sharp blade explosion counter directly resists most of the damage, so Xia Yu and the others in the cabin are just a little uncomfortable.

It was only enough for them to drink a pot if they were replaced by the powerful mixed race M.

However, Panaka didn't know that Bomatu had a main battle tank!
Only AT-7 was given to clear the inventory, and the remaining AT-13 was reserved to deal with Busa's T-64B1M.

This hurts Ke Ang, he feels like a piece of shit, anyone can come and step on them and praise them for their luck.

"Quick, kill it with a contest."

Ke Ang threw away the launcher and picked up the mobile station again to give orders.

Competition is much heavier than this hybrid, not only has a larger charge, but also has a longer range.

Its power should be able to kill this damn T-64B1M!
Ke Ang placed his last hope in the competition, but unfortunately there is a saying that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, so he had no choice but to play.

"Boom~~"

The competition missile on the ground threw the cover again, and the projectile inside flew out with a long wire.

Because the distance was too far and Xiayu fired smoke bombs, the game failed to destroy the Weasel A3.

But today, the distance was so close that the shooter did not have a traction control attitude, and the missile hit the other side of the T-64B1M turret.

"Boom~~"

The three people in the car were as uncomfortable as if they were hit by a football player.

"Boss, they're never finished."

asked Hans wearing a pain mask.

He tanks well, and there are always people who are overwhelmed and harass them.

"Damn it, if I'm delaying my earning money, use machine guns to kill them first."

Xia Yu is also angry when he blocks people's money, such as killing his parents.

Originally, he saw that the opponents only had outdated guys like contestants and old mixed-races, so he ignored them because his armor was thick enough.

Who would have thought that his tolerance would be exchanged for the other party's reckless provocation, that would really be unbearable.

"Honey badger, turn around, mongoose, get ready to shoot!"

"Yes, the commander × 2!"

The two who received the order moved quickly, and the coaxial machine gun, which had never been heard before coming to Bomatu, began to spit out flames.

"Da~da~da~da..."

The group that just finished firing became the first batch of souls.

Under Xia Yu's leadership, Hans picked up his family skills again, even with the Soviet PKT machine gun.

"Run~~"

Seeing the turret sweeping towards him, Ke Ang took the lead in running away.

Last time he survived, this time also...

"Da~da~da~da..."

A shuttle of 7.62mm bullets "hypnotized" Cohen and his orderlies together, and fell into a sleep that would never wake up.

May he use the cornet, or the javelin, or the red arrow in his next life.

These missiles either have high enough penetration, or can directly attack the top, so it is no problem to kill this T-64B1M.

If Xia Yu can find the money that Ke Ang "promised", he will most likely find a domestic paper maker to order a batch and burn it.

It's fine if you can't find it. His contract is several million dollars, and the time is still very tight.

Five or six hundred rounds of ammunition were shot out, and all four anti-tank teams were emptied, but the remaining three PT-3M car teams were nowhere to be found.

No way, Xia Yu opened the hatch and dispatched today's third Wu 3 disposable drone.

He usually puts one in each car, carries one with him, and stores more than a dozen in containers to supplement normal wear and tear.

As for picking it up and repairing it with the system, the price of one grenade can be exchanged for one tank, and one armor-piercing shell can be exchanged for three tanks, and the man-hours consumed are reversed.

The man-hours spent on preparing a drone can print dozens of shells.

Consumer-grade drones can be purchased wholesale, and only military drones that require runway takeoff and landing are worth maintaining.

Xia Yu really wants to own such a plane, but there are not many wrecks and waste products on the battlefield, and the manpower and space are also a problem. Let's think about it after the company expands!
"Woo~~"

The drone, which only flew once (test flight), took to the air again, and the countdown to its short life began.

"Found target P04!"

Ascended to 150 meters, Xiayu had a panoramic view of the PT-76M hiding behind the building.

It has to be said that technology changes life, and tactics keep pace with the times.

In the blink of an eye, the second half also entered garbage time.

"Mongoose, reload the grenade in one shot!"

Xia Yu gave the order again.

The T-64B1M grenade can kill the BTR-60. He wanted to know how effective it was against light tanks.

Unaware of the target P04 after being circled, the crew members seemed to be praying that they would survive.

"Boom~~"

Unfortunately, unlike in the movies, God is not black.

There are two last goals, let Kuhn and the others enter!

Xia Yu turned on the radio and called for friendly troops to clean up the battlefield.

"So, it became your trophy?"

An hour later, Xia Yu and Kuhn stood in front of a PT-76M that was empty.

"Yes, the three of them were frightened, turned off the engine, got out of the car and ran away."

When the penultimate target was killed, the passing P06 happened to witness the whole process.

Don't want to be blown up by the same, they run more decisively.

"There is a kind of beauty of industrial garbage, although Dong has also equipped it."

Kuhn said so.

The equipment is not easy to use, and the frontline soldiers will also curse.

(End of this chapter)