Gulf of Mexico, west. .

Several 037 "Yellow Water Battleships" bravely rushed into Port Isabel in Brownsville. The double-equipped 57mm naval guns and bullets kept firing, knocking the weak defensive positions on the shore to pieces.

In fact, before the "battleship" approached, the guards on the shore had already fled. Because there was a huge fleet approaching on the sea, and an hour ago, a J-15 fighter jet ran over and fired cheap rockets all over the ground.

Several old-fashioned tank landing ships rushed directly to the shore. After the hatch opened, a Type 63 water amphibious tank rushed out. Then a wave of Mexican soldiers who temporarily acted as Marines came ashore with the charge boat, and then...

Then everyone was doing nothing.

The facilities in Port Isabel are kept very complete, and the transport fleet can easily reach. After the exercise-like landing war, Dad Julio brought an armored force into the port and quickly rushed to Brownsville City 30 kilometers away.

Zhou Qingfeng's newly-fledged VT-5 was only more than 30 tons of light tank, but it has a 1,000-horsepower engine and a 105mm tank gun. This performance is definitely enough to deal with miscellaneous troops.

While the armored troops were advancing, armed helicopters flew over Dad Julio's head from time to time. These temporary low-altitude killers were responsible for sweeping enemy firepower points along the way. However, there were always some targets on the ground that could avoid the sweep in the air, which required the tanks to deal with them themselves.

"Dad Julio, you're finding the enemy right ahead, five kilometers away from you, fortress-shaped targets, be alert." The call from the investigators came from the radio.

Five kilometers away?

Dad Julio, who was standing on the turret, quickly grabbed the telescope and looked forward, but he could not see anything on the road. But his platoon leader kept asking whether to launch a battle formation?

"Damn it, where is the target?" The telescope was a straight road to Brownsville, surrounded by endless ground. It seemed that Dad Julio had not found where the enemy was for more than a minute? The radio asked anxiously, and he could only allow his tank captain to move freely.

Once the order was given to free action, the entire tank even scattered like a joy. The VT-5, driven by a 1,000-horsepower engine, had a maneuverability far exceeding the old '59' and rushed forward at a rapid speed.

However, before the advance tank company and the target approached, several fireworks suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by flames and black smoke five kilometers ahead.

A re-report from the investigator came from the radio, "Dad, the target was killed by a drone. Don't worry, with us staring at you, you can leave with confidence and boldness."

"Baby, you have taken away all the credit." Dad Julio cursed on the radio, causing a burst of laughter.

The soldiers in the army respected this legendary tank commander very much. Everyone felt that they could always get a advantage by following their white-haired father. However, the father himself was quite sad because he, the old tank commander, could no longer keep up with the times.

"This tank is good, but I can't use it." Dad Julio patted the VT-5 he was riding on, and felt infinite emotion in his heart.

There is a world of difference in performance gap between vt-5 and the old ‘59’. The fire control of vt-5 is completely digital, and it is fast, accurate and ruthless to fight, which is very easy to use. However, operating this kind of tank requires a considerable cultural foundation, and most people really can't use it.

The armored troops are Zhou Qingfeng's heart and soul. In order to improve the tank's learning ability, various strengthening drugs were scattered like money.

But these ordinary fortification drugs are ineffective for an older person like Dad Julio. Seeing the young man easily control advanced tanks, he missed the old ‘59’ he was skillfully steered.

When driving the old '59', Dad Julio was a brave tank leader with a legendary record. But when he changed to VT-5, he couldn't fiddle with this thing, and his reaction was always one step slower than others.

The dragged father chased his platoon for three kilometers and ran for a long time, he heard the gangsters in front of him firing constantly. On the radio, the three tank platoons were pulling out the formation and launched an attack in tacit cooperation with each other.

A group of extremely hidden enemy fortifications was not discovered by armed helicopters. As a result, more than a dozen tanks hit and immediately took action. After a while, a mechanized infantry battalion followed him. The mechanized infantry carried by the infantry fighting vehicle got off the car and the scene became extremely lively.

The battle ended in ten minutes, and our side was unscathed. A m60 tank that was ambushed in the opposite fortification group was even cleared. The equipment was not as good as that of humans, and the opponent had no chance to resist.

Zhou Qingfeng launched a right hook to solve Suzano, transporting a force from the sea directly across the Gulf of Mexico and entering the hinterland of the "Mi-Constitutional Formation". However, the ambush of a tank company did not play any role, which was already the strongest resistance the landing fleet encountered.

After half a year of blood loss, the "Mo Tongcheng" was already unable to resist. The landing fleet easily occupied the portal city of Brownsville, the east of the "Mo Tongcheng", and everything was much easier than expected.

When passing by the destroyed m60 tanks, Dad Julio even felt sad for the unlucky enemy tank hands. These tanks were bounced into a small hole by the subcaliber armor piercing, and the explosion reaction armor covering it failed to work, and the members of the interior were easily killed by the flying fragments.

Half a year ago, when Julio was driving the old ‘59’, he seemed to encounter a natural enemy when he encountered a natural enemy and could only rely on the advantage of quantity. But now..., the m60 was beaten to the point of being beaten without temper.

The enemy was destroyed, but Dad Julio was not happy at all, "Oh, I'm really old. I can't fiddle with this thing, I should leave and give way."

The Legion has always hoped that this meritorious tanker would go to the reserve service. Everyone hopes that this old tanker in his fifties and sixties can withdraw from the war alive. In the past, Dad Julio felt that he did not have to be a young man at all, and he was unwilling to leave the front line of the battle, but now...

"I really hope to fight another tank battle, but unfortunately there is no place for me on the battlefield." Father Julio kept sighing across the abandoned steel grave on the road. However, the tank company did not stop and kept moving forward and rushed into Brownsville City.

The moment he entered the city, my father saw many of his comrades who arrived first cheering. He shouted strangely at one person: "We can easily take this city, right? But do you need to be so happy? Babies, there is still a battle behind."

The tank soldier who was stopped laughed, and he shouted loudly to Dad Julio: "No, we are just afraid there will be no fight."

"Ah..., that bastard Suzano surrendered?"

"No, it's more exciting than this news. Skip the radio to the public radio frequency, and the news is playing."

More exciting than the enemy's surrender?

Dad Julio tuned the radio station, grabbed the headphones and heard the familiar voice of the Legion Propaganda Minister Utherman. After listening for a while, he was extremely strange at first, but then ecstatic. Finally, he raised his arms and shouted: "Wow..., long live the Emperor! Long live your Majesty!"
Chapter completed!