In this world,
Before Zhang Xueming revealed his trump card, few people knew that he had already built the production line of the No. 2 tank.
Even Hans, who treated Zhang Xueming as his father after buying the No. 1 tank, did not know that the armored battalion of the 8th Brigade of the Feng army was already equipped with 30 of the latest No. 2 tanks.
A strong and surging power.
More powerful cannons.
All the parameters were a step higher than the No. 1 tank.
What was the Russians?
FT-17 light tank and Pucci armored vehicle.
In comparison, it was like a small bean made of paper.
"Not bad, Old Ma! Destroy two armored vehicles with one shot!”
In the command tank, Zhang Xueming laughed loudly with the radio in his hand.
It could be seen that during this period of time, Ma Xiufang had really put in effort to study tank combat.
"Back then, I drooled when I looked at these iron lumps. Who would have thought that they wouldn't be able to withstand a shot at all? Why are you snatching kills?"
If Chikalov knew that every tank of the armored battalion was equipped with a radio, his expression would be very interesting.
But now, Chikarov's face was ferocious as he roared and accelerated.
"Fire!"
Finally within range, Chikarov was eager to vent his anger.
Dozens of FT-17 light tanks fired at the same time.
What could he do?
The expected explosion did not happen.
After all the cannonballs hit in a straight line, they either bounced back or smashed into pieces.
"Sir! We didn't penetrate the enemy's armor!"
There was no need to report; Chikarov saw everything clearly in his telescope.
Not to mention piercing through, the cannonball would be a small white dot when it hit.
"Continue firing!"
However…
Mao Jun's cannonball was like a bullet to the head.
Don't even think about opening the skull.
"It ricocheted, sir-"
" The enemy's tank armor is too thick-"
"Reinforcements! Requesting backup!"
It was a stark contrast.
The bear-like tank's short, small, and thin cute barrel fired one shot after another, but it was useless, not to mention the machine guns on the armored vehicles.
On the other hand, the Feng Army's armored battalion didn't show any mercy.
The main thing was that it was too f * cking awesome!
It was completely different from training!
Almost every shot was fired, and the kill rate was frighteningly high!
After a few more rounds of artillery fire, the two sides engaged in close combat and fought in a chaotic battle.
On the vast plains a hundred kilometers south of Cullen, rumbling sounds could be heard as thick smoke billowed.
.....
When the tank battle was at its most intense.
The attack on Kulun had just begun.
"Brothers, the brigade commander has given us the task of occupying Kulun as quickly as possible.”
Chu Shixin held a shell spear in one hand and a tiger head saber in the other as he gave his final speech before the battle.
Five hundred meters away was the dense minefield and barbed wire outside the trenches.
A thousand meters away were three lines of defense that extended north. They were said to be impregnable.
At the same time, the commander of the 8th regiment, Zhou Zuohua, spat out a mouthful of saliva and waved the flag down.
"Fire!"
Nearly a hundred heavy cannons were like heavenly punishment.
The muzzles of the cannons emitted brilliant sparks.
More than half of the hairy bear defense line was covered by artillery fire.
The minefield and barbed wire outside the trench were all turned into dust.
The Russians had expected to be attacked by artillery fire, but they had never expected it to be so powerful.
Didn't you say that it was just a trip?
This was a f * cking army level artillery support, right?
Zhang Yuting from outside the pass came personally?
The Feng army was mobilized?
Amid the endless confusion, the Russian soldiers reacted quickly.
After a few hundred unlucky fellows were killed by the explosion, the rest of them hid in the Shelter and pretended to be nothing.
Who would dare to show themselves?
Didn't you see the huge crater created by the explosion?
The caliber must be ridiculously large!
Where did Feng Jun get such a powerful cannon?
And there were so many of them?
Even Mao Xiong didn't have such powerful cannons, unless they moved the cannons to the grassland and fired at the Feng army.
Of course, Chicken in the Basket had similar thoughts before, so he could only comfort himself.
Many of them regretted coming to the Far East and regretted being sent to Ulan Province.
However, this nightmare had only just begun.
The Feng soldiers charged at lightning speed, and their artillery fire was perfect. They were about 200 meters away from the Feng soldiers at the front.
When they were about thirty to forty meters away.
A wave of grenades rained down.
In an instant, the Mao army's trenches exploded continuously, and dust flew everywhere.
Even if they hid in the Shelter, they would not be able to escape.
The Mao army's front line immediately collapsed, especially the first defense line, which suffered the most casualties.
When the commander in Cullen saw this, his eyes almost popped out of his binoculars.
Who was that?
Better coordination than John.
It was even more powerful than the artillery fire of the Hans Kingdom.
It was faster than Gaul.
Western European allied forces?
In any case, he was definitely not a Yanhuang.
Definitely not!
"Pass down my order, let the second line of defense be covered by the traffic moat. Whoever dares to escape will be executed on the spot.”
The commander took a deep breath, his faith still intact.
No matter who the enemy was, at the very least, he could confirm that there was only one brigade on the other side of Cullen.
In a frontal battle, even if a brigade broke through the heavens, they wouldn't be able to break through the defense line of ten thousand Mao troops.
Then, he raised the binoculars again and observed.
The dust was still everywhere, and the visibility in front of the defense line was extremely limited.
At this moment, dozens of Guandong men rushed out of the hubbub.
Veins popped out of the commander's hand that was holding the binoculars.
Black hair, yellow skin, brown eyes, five-colored flag.
A true Yanhuang!
The real Guandong Fengjun!
However, before he could grit his teeth, he saw a terrifying scene that he would never forget in his life.
The dozens of soldiers who rushed out first were not suicide squads armed with submachine guns.
Instead, it was a mysterious soldier with a big box on his back. The thing in his hand looked like a gun but not a gun.
When the artillery fire stopped, the Russian soldiers prepared to counterattack.
What greeted him was a true purgatory.
Single Soldier Flamethrower!
Dozens of fire-breathing soldiers stood at a distance of more than ten meters, stepping on the top of the trench and shooting down.
In an instant, a sea of fire appeared.
The mournful scream made one's hair stand on end.
The smell of burnt flesh blew against the wind.
The Russians, who were not mentally prepared, felt their guts bursting.
A gun that could spit fire?
This must be a punishment from God!
They should never covet the territory of other countries, and they should not treat the people of Ulan Province like pigs and dogs, killing them at will.
Before their tragic deaths, many Russian soldiers could only sincerely repent and hope to see God after death.
However, all these fancy things were equal in front of the flamethrower.
Whoever was burned would scream miserably and cry for their parents.
After more than a dozen flame spurts, the main force of the Feng army roared and rushed down the trenches. They charged along the traffic moat like mercury.
Speed!
The fastest speed!
The soldiers of the Feng army strictly carried out the orders without any delay.
Rifle fire from afar, machine gun fire from nearby.
It was over.
Of course, there were people who were not afraid of death in any army, especially Mao Xiong.
After the second line of defense had completely collapsed, the reinforcements from the last line of defense had arrived.
The two sides met face to face in countless traffic moats.
The brave will win!
Chu Shixin roared and charged forward.
Feng Jun, who was behind him, was also furious.
As the descendants of the Zhuang family outside the pass, they hated the White Ghosts more than their compatriots inside the pass.
Back then, when he was ruled by the furry bear, how much injustice had he suffered? How many innocent relatives had been killed?
After joining the army, he only hated that the higher-ups did not dare to seek justice, and the guys in his hands were not tough enough.
However, the Heavenly Dao was good at reincarnation.
"Brothers, the best opportunity is right in front of us.”
"Everyone, fix your bayonet!"
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