Chapter 105 Tank Battle

  To be honest, there are many problems with the Mark IV tank, but this does not prevent it from becoming a dazzling boy in World War I, especially on the battlefield with complex terrain.

   "Start the engine! John!" Captain Edward Kenway shouted.

"Yes, sir!" The driver sitting in the front of the tank shook the crossbar in front of him violently, and then the transverse engine in the middle of the tank began to roar, several pistons began to reciprocate, and a steady stream of power passed through the two rear units. The transmission came out, and after a shock, the 28-ton behemoth with two 57mm guns and four Hatch case machine guns began to move slowly.

   "Keep speed, let's wait for the order!" The captain pushed open the observation window on the top of the tank, and the real gunshots on the distant horizon made loud noises.

   "Sir, what happened, why did you suddenly attack?" the loader of the 57 gun on the right asked curiously.

   "I don't know, but I feel that we can get a major breakthrough today!"

   "Hey, Edward, I'm babbling again!" Another Mark tank drove up, and a captain without a cap and jacket showed his head from the observation window behind Mark, laughing.

   "Shut up! Buckyan, if you don't speak, you will be dumb!" Captain Edward pushed his big brimmed hat irritably, and then said, "Why, you didn't have a nightmare today?"

"Nightmare? Since the Battle of the Somme, I have done it every day, but you are right. Today is the end, so for me, the nightmare will end here today!" The tank called Bakyan As he spoke, he took out a small flask from his pocket and took a sip of whiskey.

   "Beep beep..." With the sound of guns, there were more intense shouts of killing and the whistle of officers.

   "The order is here, good luck, Bakyan!"

   "Of course, brother, we will see you in another world!"

   More than ten Mark tanks slowly lined up in a row. After the second whistle sounded, Captain Edward Kenway’s Black Beth took the lead and opened the bunker.

   "Wow, sir, are there any gods on our side?" Pilot John saw that on the battlefield filled with gunpowder, two people from his side were resisting the German artillery attack.

  "Don't worry about others, support them in the past!"

  "Loading is complete!"

   "Stop and fire!"

  The dark-painted Black Beth did not attract much attention on the noisy battlefield, so the two 57 guns easily cut off four or five firepower points, and the German army just woke up like a dream.

"Attack the tanks, attack the tanks!" The field artillery who only aimed their muzzle at Fisher had to scream and turn the cannon around. At this time, Fisher and Diana had already entered the German army. Trenches.

  "Die to the Lord!" Fisher grabbed the bayonet rifle, stabbed an officer wearing a pointed helmet, then released the rifle, and pulled out the revolver stuck in his chest and Ruger on his waist.

  In narrow trenches, short pistols are always more powerful than long rifles.

  After the burst of fire, there were no more people in the trenches close to Fisher.

   Then Fisher took out the one-handed hammer made for him by Paradise Island, took a grenade bag by his feet in his left hand, and rushed toward the depths of the trench.

The peculiar outfit of Fisher, wearing goggles and an iron armor tied to his chest, frightened the Germans. The vigorous warhammer was even smashed with a gun, not to mention a helmet, a German. The officer was still trying to yell for the reserve soldiers to push out more Maxim machine guns, and then he slammed a hammer from behind, directly flying the officer several meters away, but the few Maxim and the shooter had not yet After reacting, the grenade with green smoke fell under their feet.

After two fierce men, both related to gods, rushed into the trenches and met with ordinary German troops, the formation of the Germans was stirred into a pot of porridge, especially when Fisher dropped the smoke bombs from time to time in 1895, and then stared at them. Under the situation of the officers fighting, the German army quickly fell into a mess because the soldiers could not find the officers.

  As for Diana, she was even more brave. Whether it was a machine gun or a rifle, she couldn't stop the sword and shield in her hand. There was even a field gun whose barrel was cut off by her shield.

"Retreat, retreat!" At this moment, the terrified German army was just like the Japanese army saw Yan Shuangying in the anti-Japanese drama, leaving corpses all over the ground to retreat, but at this time the coalition forces had rushed forward, and the two sides entered a fierce hand-to-hand battle. If you want to withdraw, you can't withdraw.

"Diana, follow the tank, follow the tank!" After rendezvous with the ANZAC, Fisher found Diana, who was really a soldier. The German command was still in the small town behind the trenches, those who were enslaved. Belgian civilians and a bunch of high-level commanders were there.

   "No, they are too slow, I'll take a step first!" Diana glanced at the tank that was still crossing the trench, shook her head, then jumped up and rushed to the back of the battle line.

   "Damn, keep up, keep up!" Fisher pulled Steve by the collar and pulled him from the ground.

   "Can you still play?"

"certainly!"

After    joined a small group of troops, Fisher called Edward's tank company, and the two sides joined forces and advanced to the town.

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  "Counter, counterattack, you must take back the position!" The German commander was in a cold sweat at the moment. You must know that the chief of the army was not far behind him. If the coalition forces broke through all the way, the commander would no longer dare to think about it.

  "The tanks, give me our tanks, Spitfires, and Storm Commandos, and we must immediately regain the position!"

  The desperate German army mobilized all available personnel, including the hospital’s lightly wounded and logistics, as well as several German self-developed a7v tanks and the captured British Mark tanks, and launched a counterattack against the coalition forces outside the town.

   "Enemy tanks! Open fire!" On the narrow road outside the town, Edward Kenway's company and the German armored units collided.

  "Fire!" The 57 gun on the right fired first and fired a semi-armor-piercing projectile, which accurately hit the a7v's frontal armor.

   "Dang!" With the crisp impact, a group of sparks exploded, and then the undamaged a7v slowly drove out of the gunpowder smoke.

   "Fill, fast!"

  Boom! There was another artillery sound, but this time it was not a British artillery, but a 57mm artillery a7v. This shell accurately hit a British Mark and penetrated the latter.

   "No!" Seeing that the Mark emits strong black smoke, the remaining British tanks unanimously fired again, and the fierce exchange began.

  After a tragic exchange, only four Marks, including Black Beth of Captain Edward Kenway, remained on the British side, while the Germans still had two a7vs and one Mark tank.

"Turn left, turn left! Bakyan, we can't beat them head-on, attack their side!" The roaring Edward shot a semaphore at the friendly forces, and then the British army began to split into two directions, and the tanks smashed the walls of the town. Houses, trying to outflank.

"Steve, you go help Diana, give me the Mark!" Fisher picked up a 1918 anti-tank rifle from the corpse, and then flexibly shuttled through the alleys, avoiding the machine gun of the Mark tank. Strafing, finally found a favorable shooting position.

"Bang!" The 13mm semi-flanged bottle bomb easily penetrated Mark's back armor. The shattered shrapnel killed the loader who was loading the shells, scratched the shooter's face and hit the Mark tank engine. The cylinder burst.

  The horrified German armored soldier just pushed open the escape door and prepared to run away, but Fisher got another shot after changing the bullet.

The erupting blood mist made the remaining German soldiers walking on thin ice. They didn't run away or stay there until the captain tremblingly took out the white flag from his pocket and shook it out of the car. Tone.

  After finishing the mark, Fisher hurried to help the remaining British tanks.

"There is one left, Beth, good girl, hold on!" Captain Edward touched the warm engine next to his hand, his eyes full of begging, and the driver John was driving out of force, trying to avoid the rear. The group of a7vs were chasing after them. Just four of their tanks killed an a7v at the cost of losing two. Now only the two vehicles of Bakyan and Edward are left to face the last a7v.

   "Sir, we have no way!" the driver who was operating the tank dashing all the way suddenly shouted.

   "Damn it!" In front of Hei Bess is a stone brick warehouse, and her horsepower is simply not enough to propel the building.

  "Reverse, reverse!"

   "Enemy tanks!"

   "No!" Captain Edward looked at the a7v that was turning from behind, and roared unwillingly. The two shooters also worked very hard to pull back the muzzle, trying to fight to the death.

   Seeing that Black Beth was about to be destroyed, Bakyan’s Mark suddenly smashed into the wall, and then crashed into a7v.

  Two behemoths wailed at the same time, but the result was disastrous for Bakyan. His tank broke a track and killed two members.

"Bakyan, leave now!" Seeing a7v trying to get the shot by reversing, Edward was distraught, but not only did Buckyan not listen to him, but instead got out of the tank, raised his pistol, and shot a7v. stand up.

  The response to him was the fireworks of the 57mm naval gun.

   "Shoot, shoot!" The sad Black Beth roared again. This time the 57mm shell she fired penetrated the a7v, killing four or five members.

   "Quick, continue filling!"

  This time a7v and Black Beth fired at the same time, and the two sides crossed each other again.

"John? John?" The blood-stained Captain Edward struggled to lean up from his seat, but saw the tragic death of the members of the car. The driver's head was cut off by shrapnel, and the two gunners were in the back. Flick, and he himself had a finger and half a leg cut off.

   "Good girl, thank you!" Colonel Edward stretched out his intact hand, stroked the hot engine of Beth, and then took out his self-defense revolver.

   "Come on, German, I won't let this tank fall into your hands!" Hearing the German language coming from outside, Captain Edward raised his pistol and pointed it at the hatch.

   "Boom boom..." Suddenly, a fierce gunfire sounded, and then Captain Edward heard the cabin door being knocked twice.

   "Are there any survivors inside, I'm Colonel Lawrence!"

  　 Tomorrow may be four thousand words, because I have to take a test, I have to finish the test in the afternoon to start

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)