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Chapter 193 The Final Battle (11)

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    The sonic boom caused by the two long-rod tail-finned armor-piercing discarding sabots of the Crazy Legion is like thunder. If you are at close range, it will easily make stars appear in your eyes.  Their speed was so fast that in a flash of light, the armor-piercing projectile had already hit the M1A1. With a snap, the shell exploded, revealing the sharp armor-piercing core of the javelin, which went straight to the joint between the turret and the body!  The M1A1's reactive armor reacted extremely quickly. It exploded with a bang, forming an extremely sharp fragments. Driven by the shock wave, it shot outwards and wrapped around the core of the armor-piercing projectile!  It's an old trick, and I don't expect to rely on reactive armor to block the incoming armor-piercing projectiles. However, the shock wave will eventually weaken the kinetic energy of the armor-piercing projectiles. If I'm lucky, it will deflect the armor-piercing projectiles slightly, and the fragments will cut shallow marks on the armor-piercing projectiles.  , these inconspicuous shallow marks will weaken the power of armor-piercing bullets a lot - try using a DUM bullet to hit a soldier wearing a body armor and see if it can penetrate it?  Reactive armor is undoubtedly the best proof that "a slight difference can make a difference".  As long as this is weakened, the depleted uranium armor may be able to block the attack of armor-piercing projectiles, and the tank will be safe!  It's a pity that those two armor-piercing bullets are extremely fast. All martial arts in the world can break them. Only fast ones can't break. When the muzzle velocity has reached this point, no matter how good the reactive armor is, it can't do anything. The fragmentation group has not been completely generated, and the bullet core has penetrated.  With lightning speed, it tore apart the depleted uranium armor's guts. The heavy body of the M1A1 shook violently, leaving an irregular circular hole. It wasn't big, but the flow of steel steam ejected from it was enough.  Hot.  A large pile of armor fragments with slight radiation turned into a fiery metal storm, sweeping across the entire cockpit. Electronic instruments broke in the terrifying high temperature. For a while, screams, groans, and the pinging sounds of broken instruments came one after another.  , so lively!  Without exception, all members of the tank crew were cut to pieces by the metal jets that hit their heads and faces. They were no longer human-like. The explosion suppression and fire-extinguishing devices failed to function as they should. The fire spread unbridled inside the tank, causing limbs and limbs to be severed.  The armored soldiers could not move and could only watch the fire burning themselves.  Finally, the fire dragon rushed out of the ammunition compartment, roared and threw the heavy turret high, one farther than the other, as if they were competing to see who could throw the turret farther. The two M1A1s were completely finished.  Bang!  An M1A1 immediately retaliated with fire and blasted it hard. The depleted uranium armor-piercing projectile hit one of the "murderers". The reactive armor turned into orange-red glowing gas and spurted out, shaking the dozens of tons of car body.  One moment¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ªThis kinetic energy is really scary!  "I think I destroyed it" the commander shouted excitedly as he stared at the tank that had been shrouded in thick smoke.  What answered him was an armor-piercing bullet that came through the air with a fierce air wave.  The driver instinctively made an evasive action, and the M1A1's body spun around in a circle like an acrobatic, miraculously escaping the fatal blow. The terrible armor-piercing bullet passed by the body, wiping off several pieces of the reaction.  Armor.  It was really too dangerous. Everyone broke out in a cold sweat. Before they could wipe themselves off, boom!  The thick smoke was blown away by the air waves, smoke and flames erupted, and a high-speed armor-piercing projectile roared in. It was fired by the tank that had been hit by a depleted uranium armor-piercing projectile. It was okay!  The commander cried out: "How is this possible!" Not only him, but the eyes of the entire crew were wide-eyed in disbelief.  In their minds, the destructive power of depleted uranium armor-piercing projectiles was so terrifying that no tank could withstand a direct hit from it. How could this tank Whether they believed it or not, that one took one shot.  The tank really drove out of the thick smoke. Although the reactive armor on the front was beaten to pieces, and there was a deep dent and several cracks near the turret. It looked a little embarrassed, but it didn't  It was destroyed, not only was it not destroyed, it also retaliated against the M1A1 that hit it. One shot punched a big hole in the side armor of the M1A1 that was doing an unsightly ballet, and the armored soldiers inside were instantly bloody!  The Soviets have a tank they can't destroy!  As more and more of the same tanks rushed down the pontoon bridge, and more and more 130mm high-pressure smoothbore guns roared furiously, the armored soldiers of the Rainbow Division inevitably fell into panic.  These weird tanks, which were obviously different from the Soviet tanks, rushed over like an overwhelming force. The extremely fast armor-piercing projectiles fired one after another. One after another, the M1A1s that came forward were hit and their turrets flew around. The price paid by the other side was only two vehicles.  Destroyed, only one was damaged!  "It's the Chinese Army's 69a, the notorious tank ripper!" Colonel Holman quickly made a judgment. The dazzling laser, 130mm high-pressure smoothbore cannon, and high-speed armor-piercing projectiles were all so distinctive that I didn't want to recognize them.  It's hard to come by.  The Soviet army was extremely angry at the heavy losses they suffered at the ferry. They invested 20 69a vehicles in one go and vowed to regain the situation. And they did it: the 69a had the upper hand in the exchange of fire with the m1a1, and  The M1A1 turret hit the ground, and the 120mm depleted uranium fired by the M1A1However, the armor-piercing bullets are unable to cope with its abnormally thick frontal armor. The situation has changed. Now it is the turn of the soldiers of the Rainbow Division to taste the helplessness of the Soviet armored soldiers when facing the M1A1.  More than twenty M1A1s on the left wing were killed by these steel beasts. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight were gone. Then a row of 155mm laser-guided artillery shells flew across the river, and another seven or eight had their turrets knocked off.  The remaining few saw the terrifying 69A and T-80 attacking more and more, rolling towards their defense line savagely, and quickly rolled and crawled away.  As soon as they withdrew, the left wing collapsed. The Soviet tank group surged forward like a rolling curtain. The assault group was beaten back continuously and was quickly pushed back to the edge of the town!  Seeing that the initiative was gradually being lost, Colonel Holman had to issue a retreat order.  This assault achieved brilliant results, destroying and damaging over a hundred Soviet tanks. However, it failed to drive the Soviet troops crossing the Dnieper River off the Dnieper River as planned, and did not even destroy the pontoon bridge. In the eyes of Colonel Holman, this was  The assault was considered a failure.  But ordinary soldiers didn't see it like this. They didn't think about victory or defeat at all. They only saw the hordes of tanks coming endlessly, trying to crush them into pieces. They were all horrified, armored vehicles and infantry.  The rear group of tanks defeated the forwards. M1A1 broke off the rear and fought back. After leaving behind the wreckage of more than twenty tanks, they successfully evacuated the small town of Tanze, crossed the road below the small highland, and moved as quickly as possible.  Return to attack starting position.  Of course the Soviet troops who had suffered a loss refused to do anything and pursued them relentlessly. The infantry responsible for breaking up the rear on the high ground met them with intensive mortar fire.  When the Soviet tanks passed through the town, several mortar positions on the hills opened fire at the same time. The shells fell on the road like hail, exploding into black and red flames, and shrapnel knocked the tank body into sparks.  Twelve 105mm vehicle-mounted howitzers at the ambush intersection opened fire at the same time, creating a wall of fire on the road. The tank could barely withstand it, but the armored vehicle was knocked around. The entire tank group seemed to be sprinting for 100 meters.  When he was attacked, he was punched in the face, the offensive came to an abrupt end, and the assault group successfully broke away from the Soviet army.  However, this does not mean that the Soviet army will swallow this bad breath. The tanks left the road, passed through the frozen wheat fields, and rushed straight towards the few small soldiers who were still pouring out steel rain.  On the high ground, the infantry accompanying the tank attack called the battlefield harvester through the radio.  The twelve vehicle-borne howitzers were firing fiercely, and a chilling roar came from the sky. Rows of fireballs were like meteors, heading straight for them. They were anti-tank missiles launched by armed helicopters!  The entire artillery group suddenly became confused. They no longer cared about suppressing the pursuers. They hurriedly released smoke screens and accelerated to dodge. Unfortunately, it was too late.  Three anti-tank missiles hit three vehicle-mounted howitzers respectively, boom boom boom!  Three fireballs wrapped around a large number of vehicle fragments and soared into the sky. The gun barrel was separated from the vehicle body, creating a large crater on the ground. The vehicle body turned into a burning matchbox, lying on its side and burning fiercely. The soldiers on the vehicle were either  They were blown into minced meat, or their bodies were half blood and half fire and fell to the ground, burned to charcoal.  Four Mi-24s passed over the heads of the artillery group like a dragonfly, throwing away two hastily launched individual shoulder-launched anti-aircraft missiles. The aircraft's noses were once again aimed at the fleeing vehicle-mounted howitzers and ammunition trucks, and automatic rifles were used to target them.  The infantrymen who were shooting randomly from the helicopter pressed the launch button to the end, and the rockets in the rocket launch nest poured out like a rain of fire. There was lightning on the ground, and hundreds of explosion points rose up in a few seconds, and then small  The explosion point expanded into a blazing fireball, and the fireballs connected together again, and the entire fleeing artillery group was involved in the sea of ????fire.  After an airtight explosion, the entire artillery group disappeared without a trace. Only a few burning wheels flew out of the sea of ????fire, spinning all the way to several hundred meters away, very much like the wind in myths and legends.  Fire wheel.  Boom boom boom boom!  The rumble of artillery sounded again, like thunder, but this time it was the Soviet artillery group that was unleashing its power. Groups of artillery shells drew dark red trajectories through the air and flew down. Those small highlands were almost instantly destroyed.  Covered in the flames that exploded all over the mountains and plains, the soldiers exposed outside the bunkers were covered in blood and flesh, and the mortars that had caused many casualties to the Soviet army turned into piles of parts flying around.  Anthony hid in the shell-proof cave. Large chunks of soil collapsed as the mountain shook, falling all over him. He didn't care, but almost instinctively held the automatic rifle in his hand.  The company commander opened and closed his mouth as if he was saying something, but no one could hear clearly. The Soviet artillery fire was so fierce that even if they were shouting face to face, they could not hear clearly what the other party was saying.  Every muscle in Anthony's body was trembling, trembling with fear. He had a terrible illusion: they were in an erupting crater. It was not the Soviet artillery shells that were exploding, but the entire highland that was exploding from the bottom up.  explode!  Several soldiers covered their ears and screamed hysterically, shouting. No one could hear clearly what they were shouting, but they could still tell from the legs and crotches of those guys that were as soft as noodles soaked in boiling water.  A rapidly expanding water stain revealed what they wanted to express.    They are really going crazy!  The shells falling at a density of eight rounds per second shattered not only the trenches dug by these unlucky soldiers with so much hard work, but also their sense of time.  These soldiers who were huddled in the shell-proof cave and were so shocked that they almost vomited blood could no longer feel the passage of time. All they could see was the endless smoke and flames and the mud, sand and gravel flying in the sky. All they could hear was  The deafening roar of the explosion without any gaps.  Maybe it was only five minutes, maybe half a century later, the shelling that seemed to never stop until it wiped out the entire high ground finally stopped, and the figures of Soviet soldiers appeared one after another in the thick smoke.  The company commander took a sharp breath, choked by the smoke, and struggled to shout: "Enter the position! Beat them down!" Still couldn't hear clearly what the company commander was saying, but the company commander's gestures clearly expressed his  Meaning, the soldiers roared at the top of their lungs and rushed out of the shell hole without any hesitation.  However, this has nothing to do with bravery. Rather than being brave, it is more about instinct and neurosis.  After they rushed to the position, they were a little dumbfounded: Where are the trenches?  It had been flattened by artillery shells long ago, leaving only loose, hot scorched earth and continuous craters.  There was no time to hesitate. The Soviet army was already very close to them. Armored vehicles and old-fashioned self-propelled anti-aircraft machine guns stopped at the foot of the mountain and swept out chains of fire. Strings of high-speed machine bullets and machine gun shells exploded into waves of mud. Several soldiers  Unable to dodge, he was cut into two pieces from the waist. No matter how hot the ground was, he lay down, set up a general machine gun and an automatic rifle, and fired violently at the rushing Soviet troops.  Anthony clearly saw the Soviet soldiers falling down like wheat when the flames licked their bodies, letting out painful wails.  Almost at the same time, the Soviet recoilless rifles and rocket launchers also opened fire, and the shells flew towards each fire point like eyes.  After two blasts, the two M2HB heavy machine guns, which were flying with shell casings, were smashed into parts. The machine gunner and assistant shooter were filled with shrapnel and rolled down the hillside. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Anthony kept holding the trigger, bullets flew out in clusters, and a magazine was empty in a few seconds.  He saw a Soviet soldier lying on the ground with a recoilless rifle aimed at him. His face seemed to have been kissed by bullets, and it exploded, with brains splattering everywhere. There was also a guy who looked like an officer with a row of small holes in his head.  , fell down slumped.  This was the end of what he could achieve in this war. Just as he was hurriedly changing the magazine, a rocket fell and flames flew. Two dots splashed on his chest.  His back was so painful that he howled, threw away his rifle, jumped up, and was immediately hit by two bullets.  The high-speed rotating bullet made a big hole in his body, and flew out from his back with a bloody arrow. It pierced into the soil and disappeared. Anthony leaned back and fell down.  A comrade used an engineering shovel to shovel dirt over his body. After only two shovels were covered, a ball of blood mist exploded from his right elbow. His entire arm was cut in two. The engineering shovel in his right hand fell to the ground.  land.  Then, an anti-aircraft machine gun bullet flew, and his whole head exploded into 17 or 18 pieces. Blood and brains splashed all over Anthony!  Anthony tried to press the wound with his palm, but couldn¡¯t hold it?  He struggled to even raise his arms, and in vain he called the medic at the highest volume. He didn't know if the medic heard him. Anyway, even he couldn't hear his own voice.  The medical soldier seemed to hear him, threw out two grenades, and ran over quickly using the trench that had been blown into a shallow pit. Anthony even saw him opening the medicine box and taking out something while running.  At this moment, a string of anti-aircraft machine gun bullets came, and the medical soldier was broken into two pieces at the waist. His upper body flew back six to seven meters, leaving a shower of blood.  Anthony smiled bitterly. He knew clearly that the Soviet self-propelled anti-aircraft machine guns were shooting bullet casings all over the ground at the foot of the mountain, but he still dared to run with his waist crouched and trotted quickly. If you don't die, who will die?  The medical soldier died, and all his comrades around him were also dead. The flames were still spreading on his body, and the blood spurting from the wounds could not extinguish it. Anthony's meaning soon became blurry. Death was smiling at him. He  He instinctively grabbed the silver cross hanging around his neck, as if this holy object could help him drive away death "The endless Soviet bastards!" As he lay dying, he vaguely heard  A hoarse roar.  Who is furious?  Company commander?  With such doubts, he closed his young eyes forever.  Behind him, the brutal fighting continued. Automatic rifles fired almost face-to-face. High-explosive grenades and defensive grenades flew from one crater to another. Rockets fell in rows and blew up all living things.  Company A gritted its teeth and persisted, while the Soviet army attacked like a wave. The mountains and mountains were full of corpses and the screams of wounded soldiers. Soldiers who were shot were often knocked down by the powerful impact, and then stacked on top of each other regardless of whether they were friends or foes.  , layer after layer none of this has anything to do with Anthony.  He lay quietly in a crater stained red with blood, his charred body curled up, and flames jumping weakly on his body.The hands were clasped together tightly, and in the palm of the hand, a small silver cross had been turned black by gunpowder smoke.
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