Small Target! He would get a tank division first! Votes support!
The next round of the great selection would actually be such a subject!
To let them fight against the third generation of the main force?
Wasn't this asking them to be tortured?!
Not to mention how powerful the third generation's main force was, how terrifying their strength was.
Just the number of people was not something they could compete with.
The third generation main force had been established for ten years.
Who knew how far they had gone to recruit soldiers and horses!
Not to mention an army group.
A master should have it, right?
A division was specially made for tens of thousands of people.
There were 300 teams present, and most of them were special forces.
In total, there were only about 3,000 people.
In terms of numbers, they were more than twice as many as them.
Then, he looked at the equipment.
The training personnel present could only choose the weapons and combat vehicles related to their own troops.
There were 155 special forces, what equipment could there be!？
Other than sniper rifles, their main weapons were the rarely used rocket launchers.
Where were the large weapons and tactical vehicles?
They were going to fight against a few tens of thousands of soldiers, three main army types of synthesizing masters.
Isn't this a joke?
Furthermore, the main force of the third generation was mainly infantry. The firepower of the infantry was needless to say.
If they really fought, hundreds of tanks could flatten the battle area.
In this second round of the selection, the special forces could not face them head-on. They could only use strange tactics. There was no other way.
Infantry and tanks were much better.
The infantry had many combat weapons and tactical vehicles.
40 rocket launchers were a common occurrence in the army.
Light artillery, armored wheeled tanks, anti-tank missiles, anti-air weapons, and so on.
Infantry was considered to have the most variety of weapons and equipment in the entire army.
There was no need for them to panic in the second round of the selections.
It was the same for the tanks.
The moment the Type 99 Main Battle Tank appeared, it would be a battle between tanks.
Facing the heavy firepower of the third generation, the tanks did not need to panic.
However, in terms of numbers, they would suffer a slight disadvantage.
Basically, these trainees had to face a situation where one person had to fight three people.
In other words.
Lone Wolf B had to deal with the pincer attack of three assault teams. Lin Zhan and the others had to deal with three platoons, which was the strength of a company.
If they really encountered a third-generation tank unit…
That was a tank platoon fighting a tank company.
Thinking of this…
The training personnel present fell silent, lowering their heads in deep thought with solemn expressions.
Who knew how many people would be eliminated in the second round.
There was no rule on the number of people to be eliminated, so it was possible that all of them would be eliminated.
The only way was not to confront the third-generation main force head-on. Once the drill began, they would find a place to hide.
As long as three days passed, they would not be eliminated.
As for the ranking, this round was no longer that important.
If he could survive.
At this moment.
Commander An Zhendong, who was standing in front, looked at everyone and said in a clear voice,"Everyone has one. Go to the equipment warehouse and choose your own equipment and weapons!”
"In an hour, the jungle confrontation drill will begin on time in Combat Area 03!”
Hearing this, the group of people with extremely strong auras walked to the front of each team and brought them to the equipment warehouse.
They were the strongest special forces in the third generation of the main force, and their name was Black Dragon.
In the last third-generation election, they almost overturned the infantry camp.
Unfortunately, there were too many people in the last round of the selection, so they did not fight.
This caused the main force to become an infantry unit.
However, it was undeniable that their individual abilities were extremely strong.
If Ying wanted to compete, he would be slightly stronger than Lone Wolf B.
Therefore, when Xiao Zhuang and the others first saw those people, they had already remembered them in their hearts.
Everyone went to the equipment warehouse and began to choose their own weapons and equipment as well as the corresponding tactical vehicles.
The special forces chose the fastest because they really didn't have much to choose from.
Lin Zhan and the others came to the equipment warehouse and looked at the warehouse full of main battle tanks.
They were instantly excited, their eyes filled with shock and excitement.
"My goodness, how many tanks are there!？”
"If they were to go all out, they would be able to destroy an entire army!？”
Wang Yanbing exclaimed exaggeratedly.
When Lin Zhan heard his words, he chuckled and kicked him.
"Don't talk nonsense. There are at most a hundred tanks, which is the size of a tank regiment.”
"What, you want a tank regiment to fight an army?”
"You are very brave."
Uh... this
Wang Yanbing smiled awkwardly to ease the awkwardness, then said,"
"Platoon leader, I'm just excited…Anyone who saw a hundred tanks would be excited.”
" There are less than 20 tanks in the Iron Fist Regiment. Compared to this, it's really nothing. This is too shocking."
Indeed.
If one looked over and saw the entire tank depot, one would be able to see it.
The visual shock was overwhelming.
These tanks were arranged here like Qin Shihuang's terracotta soldiers. Each of them was an elite iron blood warrior.
And he was the general who commanded them on the battlefield.
Perhaps only tank soldiers could experience this feeling.
Wang Yanbing was stunned, her eyes filled with excitement.
To hell with the specially brewed sharpshooter!
To hell with the special forces!
Even if I had to do it a hundred million times, I would still choose the tank soldiers!
If you're a man, you have to drive a tank!
Not only him, but the other tank soldiers were also extremely excited.
Who wouldn't be excited to see so many metal lumps at once? How could they remain calm as if nothing had happened?
At this moment.
Wang Yanbing seemed to have thought of something. She suddenly turned her head to look at Lin Zhan and asked with a slightly excited tone,
"Platoon leader, if we win in the end, will we be able to equip a tank regiment?”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Everyone in the first row turned to look at Lin Zhan, their eyes filled with anticipation.
She wanted to know what the platoon leader was thinking.
Lin Zhan shook his head slightly. His expression was indifferent, but his tone was extremely firm as he said,
"There are too few tank regiments.”
In fact, Lin Zhan really wanted to talk about the armored army, but he was afraid of scaring Wang Yanbing and the others.
However, the tank division was enough to scare them.
" Tank division…!?"
"Platoon leader. How many tanks would that take?" Wang Yanbing asked hesitantly.
"Three hundred and fifty."
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