Chapter 396
My Empire Chapter 396
2020-11-03
Chapter 396 397 Supply StationInside the small tank turret, Tony devoured a compressed biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth .
Being able to have a meal in a seemingly safe place is already a very enviable thing in this kind of battlefield.
Next to Tony, the gunner is using his sights to monitor the movement in the distance, which is equivalent to being on guard - although his field of vision is limited, it is better to have someone watching than no one. Manage better.
"It's your turn." Before Tony could swallow the biscuits in his mouth, he said vaguely, "Hurry up and eat!"
At this time, Tony and Both the gunners were envious of the driver sitting in front of them. The driver can always relax and enjoy his food. After all, he doesn't have to operate the weapon when someone helps to keep watch, which is quite relaxed.
The gunner nodded, took the starch can that had been unscrewed long ago in his hand, and started to enjoy his own food with a folded small fork.
Where they are now is a forward position close to the demon army. Any trouble will cause a fierce battle, so everyone is very careful and careful to handle every detail.
Grenadier positions are arranged on the periphery of the armored units, in fact, they don't have to worry about a sneak attack coming suddenly. But the tricks of the devil are endless, and it is better to be careful in everything than to be careless.
Although the level of protection of the T-72 tank is not very high in modern tanks, it can even be described as more general, but in this world, it is still a heaven-defying existence.
It can provide almost three hundred and sixty degrees of powerful defensive ability, giving all soldiers who operate this tank a strong confidence.
Being inside this tank naturally has a very safe feeling. At least since the start of the war, there has not been a T-72 tank destroyed by the demon army.
"It's cold, and there's no chance to warm it up." The gunner complained while chewing on the canned starch.
They have advanced more than 30 kilometers today, encountering sporadic resistance from some demon troops, and they have not caused any trouble to them.
Alanhill's attacking force has spread far and wide. From time to time, the armored reconnaissance vehicle can be seen turning back, giving the tank troops some details about the nearby situation, and the number and deployment of the enemy.
These light armored reconnaissance vehicles have strong combat capabilities, and the 20mm caliber Vulcan cannons on the vehicle body can also be used against some scattered demons.
They often go out to places 10 kilometers or even 20 kilometers away from the main force, and at the same time as reconnaissance, they will also easily eliminate some lone enemies.
"It's good to eat some." Tony swallowed the compressed biscuits in his mouth, took a sip of water, screwed the lid of the kettle, hung it on the inner wall hook of the tank turret, and put it close to the periscope Ahead, looked around all around.
Several armored vehicles loaded with soldiers approached from the rear, and soldiers with weapons sat on top of these tracked armored vehicles until the armored vehicles stopped, and they jumped off and dispersed.
Some soldiers lit cigarettes in the lee of the armored vehicle, while others joined the surrounding lines of defense.
They were all stragglers who had hitchhiked, along with the soldiers who were covering Tony and his crew.
Arriving with these armored vehicles were several other cars. There are jeeps and six-wheeled trucks.
There is a temporary welded iron shelf above the front engine compartment cover of the Jeep. On this iron shelf, are the fuel tanks arranged neatly side by side.
The soldiers in the car jumped off as soon as the car came to a standstill, then they took the heavy oil cans from the hood of the jeep and started running towards the hidden of the T-72 tank.
"Supply arrived!" Tony relaxed when he saw these soldiers carrying oil drums. The logistics have arrived, which means they can get more ammo and fuel.
"ka!" He lifted the hatch above his head, and Tony leaned out halfway and took a sharp breath of the air that smelled of gunpowder, making him feel a little more comfortable.
"Come down and help!" Several soldiers from the logistics force carrying oil drums carried Mauser 98K rifles, walked heavily to Tony's tank, shouted aloud, and took one. With the fuel tank in his hand under his feet, he unscrewed the cap on the other fuel tank by hand.
Tony signaled the driver to open the fuel tank on the tank. He drilled out of the tank's turret, jumped to the engine compartment cover behind the tank, and helped refuel the tank.
"The car that transports the shells has also arrived! Replenish the ammunition in a while! We have been ordered to build a new supply base near here! We need your help!" In the fuel tank of the 72 tank, the logistics staff grinned and said.
Originally, in order to increase the travel of the T-72 tank, the tail section of the T-72 tank had two external fuel tanks.
However, because the battle has continued, the external fuel tanks have been removed, leaving only the semi-circular fixtures where the external fuel tanks are installed, exposed there.
Tony helped carry the oil drum to pour diesel oil into his tank, because he was struggling to hold his breath without saying a word - a full tank of diesel is also very heavy, and it is still very difficult for one person to carry it. of.
At this time, there was another rumbling sound of cannons on the distant horizon. Alanhill's artillery began to attack again.
The battle line has just stopped for less than an hour. The artillery units, which are becoming more and more mechanized, have once again shown their sense of existence when they are overlooked.
As the shelling became more and more intense, it was not even clear that the shells exploded one after another - these explosions were connected together, and the rumble was indistinguishable.
More cars drove to this open space, and Tony finally emptied the fuel tank in his hand at this time, and handed the empty fuel tank to the side of the tank, waiting to get the fuel tank back. Logistics support staff.
A truck parked next to one another on the side of the road, and some soldiers have already started to set up tents in the core area.
Armored tank maintenance vehicles and simple cranes have already arrived here, and many people have begun to unload various types of caliber ammunition from the trucks.
The man directing traffic waved his hands and shouted one after another. The heavy vehicles began to park in the designed position, and a huge tent was already propped up not far away.
While the tent was being put up, someone had already fastened the camouflage net to the top of the tent. The camouflage net full of rags works very well, and the tent instantly fuses with the surrounding vegetation.
The entire supply base soon began to take shape, and Tony had to get back into his tank and ordered the tank to be launched to make way for the subsequent supply vehicles.
Trucks loaded with ammunition drove one after another from the nearby road. Several tents had been set up, and some vehicles rushed to collect ammunition, causing traffic jams, but the situation soon became clear. From chaos to order.
Several M4 tank trump card modified cranes began to work, and a cover helicopter was hovering in the sky, and at this time it also began to return.
A hurried quad-mounted anti-aircraft missile launcher took over the job of the helicopter and was responsible for ensuring the absolute safety of the nearby airspace.
"How can you say there are so many vehicles..." Watching more and more vehicles gather, the gunner said with a bit of emotion, holding his tin can.
Tony leaned on the hatch cover, looking at the lively forward supply station in the distance on the slightly bumpy T-72 tank, and said to the head: "I used to be a TV seller, why? You may know where these things come from."
"It turns out that we are still fighting with swords." The gunner laughed at himself, poured all the salty starch cans into his mouth, and put the The cans were thrown out of the tank and slammed into the waterway.
"Yeah, three years ago, I never even thought that one day I would be on the battlefield and fight demons." Tony sighed: "Now, I am commanding such a powerful tank to fight. !"
"You say, such an advanced tank is also slow to produce?" The gunner slapped the T-72 tank, which he liked more and more, twice, and chatted casually. .
Tony laughed: "Not necessarily? Maybe in Serris's factory, it's as easy to make a tank as a piece of clothing!"
"How dare you Think!" The gunner obviously didn't believe it, and looked the head said to Tony with a smile.
Tony did not refute, and still said to himself: "Maybe, there will be machinery to automatically produce this kind of tank, one after another...even the workers are not needed."
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"Your imagination... It's a pity not to write novels." The gunner was amused by Tony's conjecture, leaned on the slightly bumpy seat, and shook his head with a smile.
He certainly wouldn't have thought that when Tony, the TV salesman, said this casually, he was actually telling the truth.
Alanhill's weapons production is indeed going crazy towards full automation. Soon, the time to produce a T-72 tank will be compressed to a unimaginable point.
In the distance, a motorcycle sped up, and the soldiers in the car started shouting from a distance from Tony and their tanks.
Tony took off his headphones and heard the opponent riding a motorcycle loudly reminding the advancing tank company of Tony: "There are demon troops ahead! Many! Prepare to fight!"
"Slow down!" Tony put on his headset again and commanded, "Look around! Grenades... reload!"
The gunner pressed a button on the autoloader , the automatic loader selected a grenade and quickly loaded it into the barrel of the T-72 tank.
"Maintain the battle formation! Be careful to cover each other!" In his earphones, the command of the company commander also came. All the T-72 tanks immediately adjusted their positions and soon formed a wedge-shaped offensive formation covering each other.
(end of this chapter)