Chapter 1544
My Empire Chapter 1544
2021-10-15
Chapter 1544 What happened to 1546"The people above move their mouths, and we cannon fodders will break their legs!" Putting the last bite of bread into his mouth, the commander leaning on the tank sighed helplessly.
They have been fighting fiercely for more than three hours, and just now, they have destroyed the 13th Destroyer tank, becoming the group that destroyed the most enemy tanks in the entire battalion.
It's a pity that their excellent performance did not help their troops to achieve suppression on the battlefield-they killed all the way to this position, annihilated countless enemies, but still did not see the hope of victory.
This is really frustrating desperation, no matter how many enemies they kill, it seems that the enemy can always replenish, continue to fight with them, refuse to yield an inch.
The battalion they are in has a total of three tank companies, each company has three tank platoons, and each platoon has 5 tanks. Counting the command tanks of the battalion headquarters, there are a total of 47 tanks.
The battle has come to the present, and their battalion now has only 21 tanks that can fight, not even half of the number.
A few minutes ago, they added tanks from the 1st Battalion, merged with the 1st Battalion into a new battle group, and now they have a total of 42 tanks - less than the number of tanks in the original battalion .
The news above is that after dawn, they will wait for the replenishment of tanks and crew members sent by the logistics force - 3 tanks per battalion, and then resume the independent combat formation to continue the mission.
But looking at the current situation, no one thinks that they can support it until dawn, and wait for the reinforcements of the three tanks of illusory...
"Hurry up and take a rest...Ten Five minutes later, we're going to move on." The gunner came back from the grass on one side, and he just went to "release the water".
Using the short rest time on the battlefield to recover physical strength is the combat experience summed up by all the surviving veterans, and being able to close their eyes and sleep for a while anytime, anywhere is something every soldier on the battlefield should master as soon as possible necessary skills.
"How long do you think I can sleep with my eyes closed now? 2 minutes?" The driver casually threw the wrapping paper beside him, shrugged.
On his forehead is an eye-catching QR code, which is his production number. You can query his genetic sequence, or directly query the production factory, learning experience in combat, and so on.
Each clone has such a mark, on the one hand to facilitate management, on the other hand to distinguish them from natural persons.
The gunner also had a QR code on his forehead. He sat down on the armored steel plate of the tank and looked at his feet hanging outside the armored plate skirt of the tank: "Did you see the obituary?"
"I see. Colonel Rick is a good commander." The commander snorted, stood up, and slapped his ass twice.
"So a high-level officer is killed in the unfathomable mystery..." The gunner sighed with emotion, looking towards the tracer projectiles shot by the anti-aircraft guns that were constantly strafing in the distance.
Farther away, the distorted and upward trajectory of the anti-aircraft missiles has not completely dissipated, and those explosions illuminated the distant horizon.
Not just here, farther, farther, farther, the battle is going on. This is the second night of the enemy's arrival, and the sound of gunfire has simply not stopped.
"What's so strange, Suman was talking to us before his tank exploded." The commander jumped on his tank, climbed to the turret, and looked outside the turret The twisted plug-in reactive armor said to the gunner next to him.
The location he checked was where the enemy's energy projectiles had hit in the previous battle, and the tank was saved by the explosive reactive armor, which exploded to counteract most of the energy blasts' jets.
So the main armor was not penetrated, just some dark scorched marks were left. And around this circular mark, the edges of the twisted explosive reactive armor boxes had some leftovers on the hooks that hung them.
"Go back here and have a good repair, don't be unlucky to get hit again." He muttered, and then got into the hatch of the tank.
"Hu...hu..." At this time, a whistling sound passed over his head, and a new round of shelling from the Alanhill Empire began.
This is another reason why he didn't take the time to rest just now. Before every attack, the Alanhill Empire will prepare a round of artillery fire on an unprecedented scale.
With the whistling shells and earth-shattering explosions, not everyone can sleep peacefully in such an environment.
Thus began a new battle with a roar of artillery shells, the armored forces of the Alanhill Empire continued to advance, and the Watchmen's forces continued to hold back.
On the pitch-dark battlefield, the tank troops of the two sides collided again, and there were pictures of artillery shells flying everywhere.
At 2:00 a.m. in the second half of the night, the armored forces of the Alanhill Empire finally penetrated the guard's defenses.
The battlefield is littered with crippled Destroyer tanks and the smoky remains of Alanhill Imperial Electromagnetic Tanks.
Some of the clone grenadiers were simply cleaning the battlefield, one with all his arms and two legs cut off and made into a "human stick" struggled on the special locks that held him in place write.
This is a wounded Sweeper who was captured by the Grenadiers while they were sweeping the battlefield, and since there may be a need for research, the Grenadiers intend to transport him to the rear as soon as possible.
On the side of a dirt road full of craters, a small tree that had been broken by shells was pressed against the wreckage of an electromagnetic tank whose turret was shattered and twisted.
A man with a face covered in blood suddenly opened his eyes, he struggled to sit up, the pain of the wound made his expression distorted.
After sucked in a cold breath, he adjusted his breathing, and then he could barely see the surrounding environment through starlight.
The circuit board has been deformed and damaged, and the monitor has also fallen off and is hung in the midair by the wires, he extends the hand, fumbles in the familiar environment, and finally removes it from the fixed point on the wall a flashlight.
The switch was turned on, he searched by the light, and finally saw the body of the driver lying at his feet.
Then he looked towards the other side of him, the commander who was fastened to the seat by the seat belt hung his head, and there was a sharp shattered armor fragment stuck in his chest.
The blood has long been drained, and the captain with his head down has been dead for a long time. When it was penetrated by the Destroyer, it was like hell. The shock made the gunner faint, until he regained consciousness just now.
He was also badly injured, with a wound to his head and possibly a broken leg. Luckily his tank didn't explode or burn, which allowed him to survive.
"ka-cha..." A grenadier opened the detached hatch cover and saw the surviving gunner inside - he came over after seeing light coming from the gap checked.
"My God! Damn it! What the hell have you been through..." Seeing the survivors, the grenadier showed an excited smile on his face. He turned his head and shouted excitedly into the distance: "Hey! Come and help! There are wounded here!"
(end of this chapter)