Rise of the Wasteland

The rapid column of the 178th regiment successfully broke through the US tank interception and reversely penetrated the enemy's attack line. In fact, this front does not have any gully fortifications, but a line of fire composed of light and heavy weapons. Push it all the way, Yankees are doing this.

And even if you push all the way, the position needs to be occupied by infantry. In front of it is a tank company attacking the hill. That's inevitable. Colonel Pooler of the Marine Corps is overseeing the battle himself.

But now the tank company in front is being killed by the rapid column of the Volunteer Infantry Corps, but the US infantry on the road behind and on the hill cannot help at all. They were anxiously thinking about **** the three IS-7s that were in sight.

As the 130-mm thick tube approached his eyes, Colonel Pooler, who was personally on the front line, felt tremor. Had it not been for the United States Marine Corps, which had always been known for its courage, the old soldiers who had replaced the Army would have retreated long ago.

"'Bazuka', call me 'Super Bazuka'." Colonel Pooler ordered his heartbreaking lieutenant behind him, and he could not restrain the chill in his heart, wearing a full set of cold-proof uniforms. Infantry hitting tanks has always been a difficult problem, and ordinary guns are simply not easy to use.

Fortunately, praise the great American military. The infantry of the Marine Corps also has a bazooka for individual soldiers, which allows ordinary infantry to re-establish confidence when facing the tank, so that they will not have no power to fight back.

There are two types of 'Bazuka' bazookas. The old version was only 60 mm in diameter. The T-34-85 tank could not be defeated. And 'Super Bazuka' uses a 90mm caliber warhead, and the armor-breaking power is quite good.

With the urgent order of Colonel Pooler, the infantry carrying the bazooka was urgently transferred up. They split into several teams to form a multi-layered firepower network, trying to ensure that the IS-7 rushed up was destroyed. Now the US military is still stuck on both sides of the road, and there is enough firepower to prevent any enemy from passing through them.

Hurrying to the front line, the magnificent IS-7 has appeared in the field of vision, and the US infantry carrying the 'Super Bazuka' in front can't help but swallow the swallow. They held their breath and aimed and pulled the trigger.

The process was simple. The electric rocket was ignited, flew out of the air, and hit the target accurately.

Yeah, watching the first group of anti-tank infantry had three hits, Colonel Pooler, who had retreated 200 meters, immediately cheered for his calm and calm command, "Yes, that's it. Fuck those **** tanks . "

It was only the colonel who was cheering, but the assistant officer beside him could not help reminding him, "Sir, those rockets did not explode."

Uh ... yes! Why not explode?

The colonel and the lieutenant looked at each other, and the lieutenant gave an awkward guess: "Maybe the low temperature has made the rocket invalid, and we should play a few more rounds."

What is the reason for this?

His Excellency Colonel raised his telescope and looked again. The leading enemy tank had rushed past the first 'Bazuka' squad and killed all those brave soldiers with machine guns.

The marines on the second line of defense were not discouraged. They once again decisively protruded from their hiding places, or stood, or squatted, and attacked the enemy fearlessly.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, there are more and more intensive rockets flying out this time. A few of them exploded normally without hitting the tank. Only those who hit the tank did not explode. Above the tank.

God, what's the situation?

Killing and being killed are relative. The danger was imminent, and Colonel Pooler felt tight-hearted and breathless, because the three undead tanks gave him a great visual impact. The lieutenant had to forcibly take the colonel away, lest he accidentally be killed by stray bullets.

During the escape of the cat waist, His Excellency Colonel Wolverine was puzzled. He kept asking loudly: "Why? Why didn't our rockets explode? This is unscientific! As long as there is another explosion, we will not escape."

Not to mention that the colonel feels unscientific, the Marine Corps soldiers who launched the 'Super Bazuka' even more feel unscientific. At great risk, they paid their lives and defended the dignity of the United States with a fearless spirit.

But why does his mother do n’t explode?

Not only did the rockets explode, they were also stuck on the tank. It was really stuck on ..., wait, not on the tank, but on the iron railing around the tank.

After getting closer, the US soldiers discovered that the three heavy tanks were surrounded by a large gap of iron railings. There have been more than a dozen rockets fired in the past, most of them stuck in the gaps between these railings.

This is like the ancient generals who rode in the battlefield, killing countless enemies without any damage, at most, there was a circle of arrows that could not shoot through the armor.

Seeing the enemy's heavy insertion of more than a dozen rockets was immortal, and the American soldiers who had besieged would not be able to figure out why? It is already their brave limit to shoot rockets across dozens of meters. It is impossible for them to throw machine gun fire to throw explosives.

The American troops on both sides of the road were channeled by IS-7 machine guns and deputy cannons, causing heavy casualties. The fast column behind also tried every means to push away the "Pershing" wreckage that was blocking the road and speed up to keep up. Colonel Pooler even shouted helplessly, only to retreat into the hills on both sides of the road, thinking of the whole army to fight again.

Obviously hitting is to kill, this is the situation that hits the morale of the army the most. To put it bluntly, this is actually very simple, and this situation is very common in future generations of armored vehicles in the Middle East. In order to deal with the RPG rockets that are difficult to prevent in urban security warfare, a circle of iron railings will be welded around the vehicle.

The rocket flies slowly, and the target is killed by a metal jet formed by the explosive charge inside the warhead. But now the warheads are stuck in the gaps of the iron railings deliberately set, so they won't explode at all!

Even if there was a warhead that hit the iron railing itself, at most, the railing was blown off, the metal jet was detonated in advance, and it would collapse without reaching the main armor. This is still no way to take the tank.

Zhou Qingfeng had long thought that he would face a close-range U.S. rocket, and he also prepared a removable iron railing. He moved left and right on the battlefield, and the American troops killed with fierce firepower stepped back, just taunting the enemy that he could do nothing.

Depressed Colonel Pooler couldn't run, couldn't fight, and was forced to lead his men back into the mountains. He also thought about controlling the hills on both sides of the road to prevent the volunteers on the road from passing, and even acting as an artillery observation post to guide the howitzer company in the ancient soil for artillery bombardment ~ www.readwn.com ~ Don't be afraid, the main gun of the tank has no elevation angle, it can't hit To us climbing up the mountain. Colonel Pooler gathered his forces a little bit, and was greatly saddened. He came out with more than a thousand people, but now it was cut apart by the enemy, with countless deaths and injuries, and fewer than 300 people were still with him.

As soon as His Excellency Colonel swears that there is still a chance to attack the tank, continuous shells are smashed from the air, and the crying US father who is trying to regain control of the road is suddenly called.

Colonel Pooler really felt that God certainly did not bless himself today. He was lying on a ridgeline of a mountain, enduring the pressure of shrapnel, and raised his telescope to see where the shells came from.

Don't worry, don't worry, you can see that the Colonel's nose can be crooked, and the three enemies are firing. This terrible heavy tank is equipped with a super coarse main gun, a flexible secondary gun, a creative iron railing, and a mortar that can shoot and attack.

Who designed this pit father tank? It's really a pitman!

Looking at the mortar shells that were constantly firing from the heavy tank turret, Colonel Pooler had to retreat from the ridgeline of the hill. Because if you never retreat, the fast column that keeps up will teach him how to be a man with more powerful firepower?

"It's so shady, so rude, and unreasonable. Who designed the weird tank?" Mortars had killed dozens of men, and Colonel Pooler really hurt himself. Now that the sun is the last glimmer of light left, the U.S. military has no way to fight after night.

And looking at the enemy tanks regardless of the U.S. troops retreating into the mountains, they ran directly to the ancient soil a few kilometers away, and Colonel Pooler realized that he was in trouble-there were only some technical arms left in the ancient soil. It's almost an empty nest.

After the end, the ancient soil will inevitably fall!