Sitting inside a small, crowded tank filled with the smell of engine oil, the young trainee who was selected to serve as the commander of the future tank force felt extremely aggrieved.
When he entered the military academy, achieved excellent results, and was regarded as a top student, he never thought that one day he would become like this.
In his view, an army commander should ride on a tall horse, use a telescope to observe the battlefield, decide the outcome, and scold Fang Qiu.
As a result, he can't even see clearly what's going on around him, let alone mobilize thousands of troops in a cool and unrestrained way.
At this moment, because of the noise, he had to shout at the top of his lungs even to order the machine gunners around him to fire.
The space inside the tank is really too cramped. For him, this may not be a place where people should stay.
As the tank traveled through the rugged wilderness, his head would hit the cold and hard steel plate of the tank shell from time to time due to shaking and bumping. This feeling was simply terrible.
What's more, the only window he can use to observe the surrounding scene is the circle of gaps that makes people extremely frustrated.
Through this circle of disconnected gaps, he could barely see the environment around his tank. It was simply impossible to see clearly where the enemy was hiding.
Under such observation conditions, if the enemy hides and fires, even if the ammunition is used up, the people in the tank may not be able to detect it, let alone command and dispatch the tank to fire back.
The only good thing is that this new weapon is surrounded by steel plates for defense, so the enemy is unlikely to cause substantial damage to them.
The fragile tires of armored vehicles have been replaced by sturdy, steel-cast track chains. This tank, called a tank, is a terrifying existence without weaknesses for light infantry.
Unfortunately, for the people who control the tank, its power is equally terrifying - the driver responsible for driving the tank forward knows this very well.
It is actually extremely difficult to drive your tank in a straight direction in a complex combat environment.
In order to avoid obstacles, even a slight forward angle of the tank will cause a huge deviation in the direction of the tank's travel.
This is simply a certain thing. There is no GPS positioning and navigation device installed on the tanks these days. It is completely up to the tank operators to judge where they are on the battlefield.
It's good that the distance is shorter, at least there are some reference objects before departure to roughly distinguish where you are.
But once the forward distance starts to get longer, the tank crew can only rely on their own experience and the remaining 99% luck to judge the position of their tanks.
At this moment, as the "car captain", this top student in the college felt that he could not bear it anymore.
He knew that this exercise was very important, and the college deliberately allowed more than 150 students to visit this tank exercise, but he was still about to collapse.
The unpleasant smell of engine oil hit his nasal cavity, making his breathing feel like torture. He stepped on the iron box containing ammunition under his feet, and almost squatting on the ammunition, he finally opened the box above his head.
hatch cover.
In order to carry one more person, the ammunition capacity of the training tank No. 1 is only a pitiful 500 rounds, which is more than three-quarters less than the No. 1 tank before modification.
This is partly because the Maxim's caliber is larger than that of the MG13 machine gun, so the amount of ammunition it can carry plummets.
On the other hand, it was also because one more person had to be crammed in, so some compromises had to be made.
The newly modified turret is larger. In order to accommodate one more person, it is also more square, with almost no inclination, and it is a silly rectangular box.
A burst of air poured into the small car body, making the two people in the turret breathe easier.
Poking his head out of the turret, the top student of the academy finally saw the general situation around him clearly.
He retracted his head and gave the driver of the tank in front a hard kick on the back of his chair: "The direction we are going is off! Go to the right, adjust to the right!"
The student driving the tank gestured behind him, giving him an answer he already understood.
Then, amid the bumps, this so-called tank, whose armor was thinner than an armored vehicle, began to slowly adjust its direction to the right.
However, only one of their tanks adjusted its direction, and the remaining tanks were really fighting on their own, making it a messy scene.
One tank watched helplessly as it fell into a ravine on the ground. Although the 4-meter-long body could handle many battlefield obstacles, it still fell into the big hole.
On the other side, there was another tank that tried to break down an obstructing small tree. Although it broke the small tree, it got stuck in half of the tree stump, and was far behind by the remaining tanks.
But despite this, the performance of the remaining tanks is much better than the armored vehicles that entered the battlefield for the first time.
At least, except for the two tanks with problems, the remaining tanks actually performed well and showed strong battlefield adaptability.
It's just that these tanks are not perfect yet. They have no way to communicate, and some detailed designs are not perfect enough. They obviously do not have the ability to fight on the battlefield.
"Hey! You have deviated from the path! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Seeing one of the remaining three tanks getting closer and closer to his own tank to avoid obstacles, the commander with the hatch opened
, shouting hysterically.
Unfortunately, his shouts had long been covered up by the roar of the engine. The other party seemed not to care about the direction he was heading at all, and was desperately approaching the "trench" preset for the exercise.
"Damn it! It would be great if there was a device for calling each other." The commander who opened the hatch and exposed his head complained.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "They block each other's vision. It seems that installing a device that allows these tank commanders to communicate is an effective way to solve the problem."
Matthews, who was watching the situation in the drill factory, said to the assistant behind him who was responsible for recording.
"If it officially participates in the war, the frontal armor of this tank must be thicker, otherwise it will not be able to block the attack methods that the enemy may have." Seeing his assistant writing quickly, Matthews continued to add.
Tang Mo not only gave him the design of the lever rifle, but later also gave him the drawings of the machine gun and the drawings of the submachine gun...
It can be said that Tang Mo is his teacher of Matthews, and he is also the great being who enlightened him. Matthews is what he is today, which is entirely the result of Tang Mo's education.
Now, he is in charge of Tang Mo's new project called tank, which makes the dwarf Matthews extremely excited.
He really likes the design of this ultimate land combat weapon! He is really optimistic about the design of this steel-and-iron revival of the armored heavy cavalry.
"If there are more tanks, the most important thing is communication... Only by informing each other of the situation can they avoid many unnecessary losses on the battlefield!"
On the training ground, the "car commander" who opened the hatch cover finally commanded the tank to slow down and avoid another tank that was almost charging sideways.
It wasn't until this moment that the other party realized that their marching route had deviated from the direction of the exercise, which was why this dangerous situation occurred.
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"That's right! Informing each other about the battlefield situation is the basis for mutual cooperation between tanks!" The instructor who brought the students to visit began to ask questions. After one student finished answering the questions, he began to evaluate the quality of the answers: "You said it very well.
!classmate!"
"Teacher! I think the communication between tanks is very important, and the infantry is also very important! If there are not enough infantry cover, the tanks will become very vulnerable on the battlefield." Another student replied.
"What you said is very good! You can write a paper and give it to me when you get back! Infantry and tanks coordinate attacks, which is a very good subject. You are very good." The instructor nodded slightly and took note of this very good student.
Just as the exercise was in full swing, on the pier of Longdao Port, a free ship parked next to the port pier with the help of a barge.
The gangway was lowered, and a beautiful girl with furry ears jumped off the gangway first and stood on the cement floor of the Long Island pier.
"Ha! Dragon Island! I'm here!" Le'er clenched her little fists, looked excitedly at the huge and prosperous city in the distance, and declared with full energy.
"Get in the car!" A Rolls-Royce stopped beside Le'er at some point. The door had been opened, and Tang Mo's voice came from inside.
"Huh?" Le'er didn't expect that Tang Mo would come to pick her up in person. She was excited and a little shy, so she obediently lowered her head and got into the car.
Then, this time, it was Tang Mo's turn to be surprised.
Because, as soon as he got into the car, Le'er threw herself into Tang Mo's arms regardless of anything, and her soft red lips were printed on Tang Mo's lips.
"What are you... doing... ugh..." Before Tang Mo could finish his words, he was interrupted by Leer's actions.
"I've caused trouble for you." After a while, their lips parted. Le'er opened her big eyes, stared at Tang Mo and said, "I don't want to cause you any more trouble..."
"..." Tang Mo really didn't expect that Le'er hurried from Bunas to Long Island to kiss him.
"I don't want to be bullied anymore. I want to... live well for myself and for you!" After saying that, Le'er launched a brave charge again, targeting Tang Mo's lips.
Being raped by a little girl... Tang Mo thought in his heart, dumbfounded, and then stretched out his hand and wrapped his arms around Leer's slender waist.
Well, you get what you pay for, Rolls-Royce is indeed a good car...the space in the back...is really...well worth the money.
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