Rebirth of Military Workers

"Mataji, or let's withdraw. We don't have much fuel, and the brothers are not very familiar with the operation of the tank." Tazak persuaded again.

He doesn't want problems.

General Issad attached great importance to these tanks, and General Ibrahim attached great importance to them.

It is absolutely impossible for their attention to benefit from the rebate. They are the people the president trusts most.

"Shut up! Tazak, I haven't even seen the enemy's shadow yet. No, I have seen it. Their tank is coming. Did they find the tank from the scrap iron pile? So much black smoke came out. ..." Mataji was attracted by the distant sky.

Not only him, but everyone else was attracted.

The engine of the 359 tank, which had been stalled, began to roar again.

Following the driver's operation, the crawler track moved slowly, and the original low-hanging gun barrel began to rise slightly.

The switch of the autoloader has been turned on, and the shells have been loaded.

In a tank encounter, whoever hits the first shell will get the upper hand.

Of course, the first shot must be hit. Otherwise, the tank's combat performance indicators will not pay attention to a first shot hit rate, right?

With the waiting of the 359 tank team, the black smoke in the air kept coming towards the border.

Due to obstacles on the border, they have been unable to see the opponent's tank.

When the border was three kilometers away, the tanks of the 137th Battalion reduced their speed under the command of the company commander Farahammer. For tanks lacking maintenance, the engine cannot maintain high load operation for a long time.

"Be prepared for the battle and give them a wave of grenades first!" While moving slowly, Faraham gave orders through the command system.

"Battalion commander, what if they run away?" Someone questioned.

"They want to run, we can't catch up! Maybe they are waiting for us." Faraham didn't explain. "Fire preparation, grenade, target area 103, prepare, launch!"

Did not give other people more opportunities to question.

Following Farahammer's order, whether it was a Chivotan tank purchased from the United Kingdom or an M60 tank from the United States, the gun barrels began to rise rapidly, and the turret began to rotate.

"boom!"

The muzzle of an M60 tank flashed, a cloud of white mist rose, the huge howitzer came out of the chamber, and the heavy body of the tank shook.

This shell also opened the prelude to the shelling.

"Boom boom boom..."

More than 30 tanks were scattered in a small area, spraying artillery shells at the opposite Iraqi position.

"Hey~ boom!"

The first shell landed on the edge of a trench hundreds of meters behind the area where the 359 tank stayed, lifting up a large amount of mud.

A series of shells landed on the position.

"M60!" Inside the tank, someone heard the sound of the shells breaking through the air, "Grenade!"

"Chivotan! Grenade!"

Different caliber shells, different types of shells, the sound of breaking through the air and the sound of explosions are all different.

"These bastards, think they have a lot of shells?" Mataji was angry when he saw this scene. "It's so far away from the border, it actually fired a gun. Rush up and keep a distance of two kilometers from them! See what tank it is."

"Mataji, the other side has a lot of tanks, all of them M60 and Kifutan! We must retreat! This is tempting us to rush up..."

Tazak tried to stop Mataji's impulsive command through the radio communication system in the tank.

But found that it was useless at all.

Eleven tanks, except for the 211 next to him, the other tanks formed an irregular straight line and rushed toward the border.

In desperation, he could only greet 211 next to him, and rushed up with him.

The 137th Battalion, which was originally staying, moved a certain distance forward after the first round of grenade salvo. This kind of shooting that does not need to consider the aim of the head always moves forward and fires the cannon.

Especially in order to maintain the continuity of the shelling, the tank guns no longer fired volleys, but fired separately.

The 359 tank has been rushing forward at its maximum speed. The obstacles on the border cannot prevent the 359 tank from crossing. Even the anti-tank mines buried on the border do not seem to be regarded as one by the young officers like Tikrit. What's going on.(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

Crossing the obstacles, I saw dozens of tanks that were already close to two kilometers away.

"Stop!" Mataji was not a fool.

The number of opponents surpassed their imagination, and even the periscope saw all of them were M60 and Chivotan, the two most advanced heavy tanks of the Persians.

"Mataji, get out, they are too many!" Tazak saw the Persian army tank in the distance and became worried.

Even with the order, the 359 tank entered Persia not a short distance before it rushed too fast at the beginning, and finally stopped.

The muzzle began to aim at the coming Persian tank.

No one fired.

The young Tikrit officers who are not familiar with the new tanks have forgotten that the shooting range of the armor-piercing projectile of the 359 tank is 2000 meters, and the laser sight of the fire control system can aim at a longer distance.

Even the auxiliary targets provided by the computer fire control system were ignored by the captain and gunners.

They are using the original old method of aiming, and having an image-stabilizing fire control system makes them feel troublesome.

Of course, there are exceptions. The commander of 211, Herald, is giving the gunner a target order.

As soon as he found the enemy after crossing the obstacles, Herald was instructing the gunner to aim at the target according to his usual training and sorting the targets provided by the computer system.

"Armor-piercing projectile, launch!" He didn't wait for the order, and didn't care about other cars still parked there waiting for the Persian tank to get closer.

At 1750 meters, the 211 car that was slowly advancing fired the first shell of the Tikrit Youth Officer Company.

"Boom~"

The body of the tank shook, and a stabilized armor-piercing shell with a tail wing ejected toward the front.

The numerous tanks of the 137th Battalion were speeding up and shortening the range under the command of company commander Rafahammer.

The British-made Chivotan tank, with matching armor-piercing projectiles, needs to have a stronger armor-piercing capability within 1500 meters.

"Boom!" The first armor-piercing projectile fired by car 211 accurately hit the main armor of an M60.

Then, black smoke emerged from the inside of the tank that was hit, and it rushed forward for a certain distance and stopped moving.

"Continue firing!" Without observing the results of the first shell, Herald gave the order again.

"Boom~" Another armor-piercing popped out of the chamber.

A Chivotan tank was hit on the side of the turret and the armor-piercing shell was bounced off.

"Company commander, use the target parameters displayed on the computer to directly aim and shoot!" Herald finally found the silent friendly army. The first M60 Patton tank that was hit by him began to billowing smoke.

"Boom~" The interior of the Patton tank finally exploded.

"Fire!" At this time Mataji finally recovered.

The static tank 359 almost reacted at the same time after Herald reminded it.

However, few tanks hit the target.

Farahammer saw the appearance of the tanks as soon as these tanks crossed the obstacles.

The first thought is that this is impossible!

There are no tanks with wedge-shaped turrets in Iraq.

The second reaction was to evacuate. The opponent's turret looked far more scary than all of their tanks.

Thinking of three times the number of enemies on his side, he ordered an attack.

"Oh my God, I was hit!" In the communication channel, I didn't know who yelled in horror.

"Get moving! Don't stop here as a target!" Mataji finally realized that he is the commander and the heavy responsibility he shoulders.

While the 211 tank maneuvered at high speed, shoveling thick smoke and dust, it even fired smoke bombs outside, and the 137 tank that needed to stop when it kept firing at a distance.

In less than a minute, the 211 car fired 4 rounds of armor-piercing shells and 2 rounds of grenades, successfully stopping the 3 Persian tanks in black smoke, and one track was broken, firing frantically towards this side.

"What kind of tanks are these tanks? I obviously hit them. Why didn't they explode!"

Rafaham was also secretly surprised when he heard the report from his subordinates.

He clearly saw that an Iraqi tank was hit, and the tail of the armor-piercing projectile was inserted into the armor.

In the opposing team, a tank that fires while moving is particularly coquettish. No matter what direction the tank body is looking, the muzzle is always facing here, and the firing speed is much faster than the Soviet standard tanks they know.

Seeing the 211 tank leaning on its side and turning its turret to one side, Farahammer finally caught the opportunity.

"371, 368, 358, listen to my order, target the opponent's 211, armor-piercing projectile, aim... fire!"

Four tanks simultaneously faced the 211 vehicles that had reached the front of the entire team, constantly rolling up high dust to cover the tanks behind it.

"Accelerate!" Hrade saw several tanks aiming at him in the distance, and ordered the driver, "Steer!"

Car 211, which was moving to the side, made a big turn in an instant.

However, it was too late.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two armor-piercing bullets were nailed to the side of the turret, and the huge impact made the driver who was operating the steering of the tank feel that the tank was almost out of control and was about to roll sideways.

It was not over yet, a grenade hit and exploded on the skirt next to the tank's tracks.

The violent impact made the road wheels on the side of the tank off the ground.

"Can't hit it?" I saw two armor-piercing projectiles hit the opponent's tank turret, and at the same beginning, the tail of the armor-piercing projectile was exposed.

Farahammer's eyes almost fell off.

"Battalion commander, their tanks only have five pairs of road wheels!" The commander who was supposed to fire the gun, let his eyes leave the sight glass, and reported to the battalion commander who was a little dazed.

There are only five pairs of road wheels!

Four heavy tanks like theirs fired at the same time, and three shells hit one of the enemy's tanks, but the other side had nothing to do.

"Oh my God, it's still moving!"

What is even more surprising is that the 211 car that has been hit by the three guns is still maneuvering frantically, and even the muzzle is aimed at the command tank where Farahamo is...

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