The full text has no ads Chapter 211: Reversal! Churchill's Tears (Twenty)

In a flash, the bullet marks of the Marine M1897 Type 75mm 36-diameter cannon and the Huazao Type 15 57mm 40-diameter cannon intersected. The shells hit Zhong Yi's "Iron Leopard" and Tukhachevsky's "Saint Shamon" almost at the same time. In an instant, sparks burst out, and the two chariots pointing at each other's muzzles fell into a brief silence. [ ] The full text has no advertisements.

With a "clang", the cap of the "Iron Leopard" command tower was lifted heavily from the inside, and black smoke gushed out. Zhong Yi, who was bleeding on his face, grabbed the edge of the command tower with both hands, and struggled to expose his entire body to the armor of the chariot.

Bullets whizzed past Zhong Yi, jingling under Zhong Yi's feet, covering the depths of Zhong Yi's brain - there was no time to be dazed! There was no mood to spend half a minute to climb off the chariot step by step, and jump directly from the top of the command tower three meters high above the ground was the only choice!

As he jumped, time suddenly stopped. Zhong Yi felt himself floating in the air. The bullet slowly passed by with the tail marks that broke through the air... until his feet and shoulders fell to the ground at the same time. This jump seemed to have passed a quarter of an hour, or a whole afternoon.

Lying beside the tracks of the chariot wrapped in mud and branches, Zhong Yi didn't want to move. The blood in front of him was confused. His ears were filled with the noise of guns and machinery. The wounds on his forehead and calf began to hurt. However, what he was most concerned about at the moment was the blurry outline that destroyed his car three hundred meters away...

"Report, Sergeant Pautakie is killed."

Zhukov wiped away the dirty blood and brain plasma from his face, endured the pain in his left arm, and calmly reported the driver's name to Tukhachevsky.

The driver's seat is on Zhukov's left hand side and is raised by a movable bracket so that the driver can gain a wider field of view through the cylindrical armored bridge protruding on the top of the vehicle body.

This bridge is slightly smaller than the command tower, but the shape is similar. Perhaps in the eyes of the Chinese gunners on the opposite side, there is no difference between these two prominent "little heads" - they are both the Achilles heels of this steel giant beast. (Free download of full text e-book)

Sergeant Potakhi's luck was obviously not comparable to that of the commander Lieutenant Tukhachevsky. A 57mm shell shot from a "Leopard" tank easily penetrated the 22mm thick steel plate on the front of the bridge, completely shattering his head, and his brain flew away Zhukov's head and face.

At the same time, the splashing of ejected shrapnel in the armored vehicle not only hit Zhukov's left arm, but also cut Lieutenant Tukhachevsky's left face wrapped in bandages, and blinded the right eye of the first loader Selev.

The driver was killed, the commander of the chariot, the gunman, and the first loader was injured. It was time for Tukhachevsky to make a decision.

"Tear Sergeant Potakie's body off and I'll drive."

Zhukov asked tentatively while executing the order clumsyly: "The next goal is..."

"The next task of this vehicle is: to go to the rear renovation yard to replenish ammunition and replace occupants."

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Five kilometers southeast of the "wild boar" woods, the 115th Infantry Division of the Russian Army in Sakmara Village.

In the village that had been bombarded by the Chinese artillery fire, smoke and dust suddenly flew up. With the roar of engines and the sound of machine guns, a convoy of "Iron Horses" called "Wolf Pack" broke through the dust curtain and came out one after another, and drove past one after another machine gun, one after another, and one after another, and one after another, trenches rolled by dust.

The Russian soldiers caught off guard either salute on the spot, retracted into the bunker, or abandoned their guns and fled. Only a few unlucky guys ate the guns in the seemingly random strafing of the convoy.

Suddenly, the leading "iron horse" carriage was blocked by a long row of steel rails inserted diagonally into the soil. In an instant, the entire convoy stopped one by one on the carriage road leading to "Pinggu", becoming a conspicuous target for the surrounding Russian guns and cannons.

The Russian soldiers who reacted from the initial shock began to look for cover, and spontaneously and sporadic shooting gathered towards the convoy from all directions, and from time to time, "puff" sounded on the thin iron skin of the "Iron Horse" tactical off-road vehicle and the steel plate bulletproof vests of the Chinese special forces members, but the convoy could not disperse and avoid it. There were still several complete Chinese chariots in the swamps on both sides of the carriage road, indicating the risks faced by vehicles leaving the road at will in this area.

However, just before the Russian officers waving pistols in the trenches resumed control of the soldiers, an "iron horse" covered with guard plates and tarpaulins rushed out of the queue, quickly surpassing the front van, and crashed straight into the obstacle in the middle of the road - a red light flashed in an instant, and dust flew, accompanied by a terrifying loud noise, and huge smoke pillars soared into the sky. In the eyes of the Russian officers and soldiers around, their power was comparable to the "maximum-level" bombs dropped by the heavy bombers of the Chinese army.

Before the dust and smoke dissipated, and before the Russian officers and soldiers came to their senses, the "wolf pack" quickly regained its vitality. The leading "iron horse" plunged into the rising smoke pillar. The entire convoy galloped one by one and disappeared into the sight of the onlookers like a phantom...

However, in just five minutes, the convoy encountered two similar obstacles one after another, so this similar scene was repeated twice in succession... In the end, at the cost of three "iron horses" and several suicide squadrons, the "wolf pack" penetrated the numerous fronts and disappeared into the vast woods on the banks of the Oren River.

Within the next hour, Sakmara Village was very lively: first, five or six single tracked "Rygisky" ultra-light chariots came carefully, then three or four turretless "Repinsk" series of chariots that seemed to be giant bricks arrived slowly, and finally three thousand cavalrymen rushed to the scene with field guns and machine gun carriages.

Without exception, they could only sigh at Lin Xingxing, allowing the "wolf pack" that provoked and humiliated them in broad daylight to be free from the punishment they deserve...

At night, Xinhua Palace, the Queen's Bedroom, Yuehua Hall.

"...The Imperial Air Force Department and the Air Force General Staff Department have a strategic command, a land support command and a maritime support command. The troops under each department are flexibly allocated under a unified military and political and military order system according to the combat guidance of the base camp."

"Of course, the Army can retain some small reconnaissance liaison aircraft and are equipped to the army or the army's direct flight squadrons to perform daily services, while the Navy can retain all carrier-based aircraft and some seaplanes, which will not have adverse effects on the current strength and future development of the aircraft carrier maneuver force..."

When Queen Liu Qianhua heard this, she suddenly interrupted the crown prince Liu Ping's rumor: "Is this your own idea?"

Liu Ping was stunned for a moment, but he was not reserved: "The emperor atones for his sins, which are actually Major Qi Peng's idea of ​​the Army Office."

Liu Qianhua pondered for a moment and nodded slightly, "That Qi Peng has a great fate with you. He is a talent. He is not very familiar with the world and is too simple to see the problem. Please listen to his words, but you must have your own opinions."

"My brother is obeying the emperor's teachings." Liu Ping lowered his head ashamed.

"Okay, I will summon relevant officials to discuss your thoughts in detail. As for your request to return to the front line, I cannot give you a reply yet. You can go back to the palace to recuperate and treat the crown princess well. When there is news, I will naturally summon you."

After saying that, Liu Qianhua winked at the female official beside him, and the female official knew how to lift the curtain behind Liu Ping.

"Thank you, the brother is back first."

Before the curtain was put down again, another female official hurried in. When she saw Liu Ping, she just nodded slightly and then passed by him. After entering the tent, she turned forward and reported: "Wu Ling Hou Gu Yingyang is waiting outside the hall gate."

Liu Qianhua smiled faintly: "So quickly? Passing on—"

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