Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 968: Ravaged

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After six rounds of artillery shells have been hit, there is already a pile of steel trash. The IS-7's artillery has also become extremely hot, and the semi-automatic loader's conveyor belt is empty, and it needs to enter a long and long reload. After the violent fire, the monster's position was naturally exposed.

Killing six tanks in one go, this refreshment is comparable to the climax of love! And for the American troops who were hit by guns, it was a nightmare of hell. The lying American soldier found the radio station he was carrying in a scream, and reported to the superior commander in the rear.

"Support, request support, we were attacked by enemy heavy artillery."

“The enemy ’s firepower is too strong, and we lost six‘ Pershing ’in an instant. Now the road is blocked and the tanks behind are difficult to advance.”

"The enemy is hidden on the hillside of the road, the coordinate position is ***. ***, we need the firepower support of the howitzer. Oh ... Damn it!"

On the top of the hill around Gululi in the rear, the US artillery observers were staring attentively on the road two or three kilometers away, but the white mist suddenly appeared in the early morning obscured the view.

Originally, I thought that a strong armored unit must have come to the rescue, but now I saw six smokey bonfires in the dense fog, and the messy call for help on the radio.

There are six 105mm howitzers in the ancient soil. After receiving the coordinates returned from the front, the artillery responded quickly and immediately fired to support them. The artillery commander repeatedly asked the shooting effect on the radio, hoping to hear some useful information, but actually ...

"It rushed out, it rushed towards us."

"Help, who will stop this guy?"

"My leg, my leg is broken, I need a medical soldier."

After hearing these tragedies, many officers in Tuguli raised a question in their minds: What exactly did the armored squad that just went out encounter? They are a powerful armored battalion. Who can beat them so badly?

And the Zhou Qingfeng at this moment is driving his steel mount forward quickly. The 130mm main gun is cool to use, but the shells are stupid and heavy. It is necessary to reinstall the barrel and the transport belt within two minutes.

Two minutes is too long, enough for the enemy artillery to plow the ground where Zhou Qingfeng is with two or three rounds with shells. So he decided to rush out, to rush out to give the enemy a happy!

The original IS-7 is an extremely powerful tank with a rather narrow interior. Mao Xiong has never cared about ergonomics. The running tank swayed violently and basically couldn't do anything.

The "Telephone Baby" transformed by Zhou Qingfeng is quite spacious. Not to mention the space and weight vacated by the electric drive, the American radio station is smaller than the Soviet radio station. Various elaborate sub-systems replace the bulky, bulky and rammed goods of the bear, which is easy to use and comfortable.

The 1,200-horsepower diesel generator provides powerful power and torque, driving this 60-ton tank forward. Because the road has been destroyed by ‘Pershing’, the Zhou Qingfeng uses the excellent characteristics of his tank suspension to drive on the rugged hillside.

U.S. soldiers scattered on both sides of the road suddenly fell into the top of the disaster. When they heard the sound of the tank impact, the steel behemoth had ran to them. Some people panic to avoid, but some people were killed and injured.

An IS-7 crew drilled from the top of the turret and operated the M2HB heavy machine gun from outside to continuously sweep the American soldiers falling behind the tank-yes, Zhou Qingfeng used American machine guns to facilitate the use of the captured ammunition .

And on the IS-7 all the way forward, there is a string of US tanks and armored vehicles behind the road. Seeing this domineering tank actually popping out of the fog, a bunch of squawking screams rang out on the radio again.

"Found target."

"Fire!"

"Play beautifully!"

"Hit."

"It seems to have broken through!"

"They will be finished in another round."

"Break the goal."

"We beat the enemy."

"Bounce!"

"We failed to penetrate their armor."

"Target disappeared."

The first six Pershings were destroyed, and the tank captains behind were already scared to the extreme. As soon as he saw the appearance of IS-7, a bunch of muzzles aimed at him. It was just ping-pong banging a bunch of shells, and the mood of the American tank soldiers fell from the crest to the bottom. This extremely armored tank did not fart, and went on like a frenzy.

The shells hit the IS-7's hull and bang, and basically hit the wedge-shaped main armor on the front. Because the Zhou Qingfeng put the night vision equipment and other equipment back into the car before the impact, the US military's shells left a white spot on the main armor, and they were not cheap.

The American tank was reloaded again and wanted to make a second shot, but found that this hurricane tank ran behind him in the blink of an eye. Even if someone is fast and waits for the IS-7 to pass by when he wants to hit the side armor, he finds that his artillery can't reach the enemy tank passing by.

There are eleven American tanks left on the road, all with armored vehicles and trucks behind. When Zhou Qingfeng commanded IS-7 to cross the tank in front of him, the pitiful thin skin in front of him was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. It was delicious.

"Don't use the main gun, use the secondary gun to hit the armored vehicles, use the machine gun to hit the truck and the infantry." Zhou Qingfeng will be crazy, and he will laugh all the time. He rushed into the enemy line not only to avoid the enemy howitzer, but also to eat the weak spots behind.

The modified IS-7 has a large interior space, but the main gun shells are only sixty rounds. The 40mm sub-cannon is supplied with ammunition chains. There are three hundred rounds of ammunition and more than 2,000 rounds of machine gun bullets. The firepower is extremely sustainable.

Compared to the slow-loading main gun, the platoon deputy who is the gunner has a special liking for the rapid-fire secondary gun. He aimed at the ‘Greyhound’ armored vehicle in front of him, and found that the little guy was shooting him with a small 37mm tube.

The clanging noise was just howling before death.

The platoon deputy pressed the power button, and the forty-mm semi-armor-piercing grenades easily penetrated the thin armor of the Greyhound. The explosion was just right, killing and killing the internal crew.

IS-7 just so easily penetrated into the enemy, sweeping through all the obstacles with his sharp artillery fire. After killing a few armored vehicles and troop carriers, it ca n’t even use the secondary artillery. The turret and the machine gun in front of the vehicle are enough to deal with those unprotected transport trucks.

Motorized American infantrymen had to jump off one after another, looking for cover on the roadside. When the machine guns of the IS-7 turret began to fire at them, the car body itself even directly hit the blocking truck.

More than sixty tons of sturdy tanks hit two or three tons of trucks. Zhou Qingfeng was killed in this way, which was completely unexpected by the US military. No one expected that he would face such an unreasonable super tank.

After rushing to the tail of the armored squadron, almost all of the more than fifty armored vehicles and trucks were smoking. The materials loaded on the vehicles were completely lost, and all the people fled, causing great casualties. Several trucks transporting oil have even ignited fires and flames.

The U.S. troops on the hills of Gutuli in the rear are in a daze. They are watching the flames rising in the mist and listening to the cry for help from the radio, but they ca n’t do anything, they do n’t even know their comrades in the end What are you facing?

The IS-7, which has rushed to the enemy ’s tail, has finally completed the main gun reload, this time including one round in the barrel, which can continuously eject seven rounds. Zhou Qingfeng ordered the tank to turn around and shouted to the driver: "Kill back, kill until the enemy's soul is gone!"