Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1660: How long can I live?

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The terrain on the Mexican plateau is too suitable for the armored forces to launch an impact. In this solid land, there are only a few hills with a relative altitude of one to two hundred meters, and the rest are scattered villages.

Because the terrain is flat and the land is hard, the tank can break away from the road and run over the farmland directly. Mexico is suitable for growing corn, which is generally dry land, and there is no paddy field that will trap armored forces.

In the face of several kilometers or even more than ten kilometers wide passages, the defender ’s pinch and ambush are jokes.

Incoming armored troops can lay out very wide fronts of attack with hundreds of tanks. At a speed of tens of kilometers and a very evacuated formation, even large-caliber artillery can't stop them from advancing.

After dark, more than one hundred M60A3s of the 2nd Armored Division of the "Morzo Array" acted as charge arrows, with more than three hundred armored vehicles guarding the rear wings and suppressed by long-range artillery and air force. Many people launched a wave-like armor shock.

When the tide hit the shore, the defending position as the defending party was being bombarded by heavy caliber heavy artillery. The fireworks exploding in the dark indicate that the frontier position has been completely finished. No one can continue to stay in the fortification at this time, and death is the only ending.

The earth exploded, mud waves rolled, and violent air waves threw various debris into the sky, and hundreds of kilograms of fortification components could be lifted off. Countless people in the dark flee like headless flies, they can't tell the direction, they can't tell the enemy, we can only gamble on the sound of explosions ...

It's just that the violent grenade shot is enough to cover the area of ​​half the football field, and the unprotected people who cover it have absolutely no chance of escape. If there are still survivors at this time, hide in the corner of a dilapidated fortification and shout that God is the only thing he can do.

The artillery fire began to extend, and the armored forces rushed up. At this time, at the field hospital behind the Celaya line of defense, Rubin, who was slightly injured by a shelling concussion during the day, was running around.

On the dark night, only the loud noise and light of the shells exploded, and the medical staff shouted in panic. Rubin had no idea to face this situation. He was constantly pushed in the dark, and even fell to the ground with a few dogs.

At this time, I ca n’t do anything. Rubin could n’t do it if he wanted to calm down. He could only stumble and follow the crowd. When he ran for a while, he suddenly had a light above his head, a flare was added to the sky, and a circle of heavily armed soldiers and an officer appeared in front of him.

"No one is allowed to run. Take your weapon to the front." The officer wore a uniform of a regimental cadre and waved a flare gun in his hand. Shaggy, he shouted fiercely: "Anyone dare to step back and execute immediately."

The sudden light stopped the runners and looked around. The soldiers who stopped the road quickly stepped forward and shoved the whole team.

The regimental officer saw Rubin mixed in the crowd, glanced at the rank on his shoulder, and frowned, shouting: "Lieutenant, give you a chance to do something with crime, and take these people back to the front line. You die. Where is it. "

The panicked crowd is all at a loss, and Rubin even gasped dryly, not self-conscious. He was soon plugged with an old-fashioned Type 5-6 semi-automatic rifle, but there was only one magazine.

With a gun in his hand, Rubin finally stabilized his spirit. After three months of military training, he has some basic qualities. Running around on the battlefield is definitely not a way to survive. Right now the legion has not been defeated. If you do n’t want to be killed by the supervising team, you must turn around.

"Come with me, come with me. I am the company commander of the Rubin in the 3rd Battalion, 2nd Company. Who will be my service soldier? I need two service soldiers." Rubin shouted twice. He pushed two people over.

Several platoon officers were then picked out and commanded by Rubin, and the soldiers of Hula La more than one hundred running around were reorganized into a company. Under the leadership of Rubin, these people ran dumbly and ran back. Three months of recruit training allowed them to retain the most basic sense of obedience.

Less than two hundred meters back, the tom flopped a fire whip in the dark. It was a twenty-millimeter machine gun firing. Rubin's team was lightly tapped by this ferocious whip, and a dozen people immediately fell from the running crowd-all broken into scum.

"Lying down and spreading out." Rubin yelled loudly, and he lay on the ground for a long time trembling. When he bravely raised his head, he could not see an armored car parked in the darkness a hundred meters away through the constant flare.

And at the front of the armored car, a M60A3 tank fell down into a trench-three meters wide and two meters deep.

There is nothing else in the Legion. There are too many construction machines. The trencher had no other ability, and digging dozens of kilometers of anti-tank trenches around Celaya.

This kind of trench is paved with a camouflage net, and no one can see anything unusual. However, when the tank is running at high speed, it can easily fall in, and it is basically impossible to get out of it by itself.

The width of the trench is calculated. Make sure that half of the tank ’s body is stuck so that its **** is tilted outside. The method of trying to fill the trenches with a tank to let the subsequent tanks pass is not feasible. This local method is enough to delay the attacking party for twenty or thirty minutes.

"Rocket launcher, rocket launcher, did that **** carry a rocket launcher?" Rubin shouted loudly on the battlefield. He knew that the enemy ’s armored vehicle was protecting the tank that was trapped in the trench. The other party must be waiting for the engineering vehicle to fill the trench.

Time is life, you must get rid of the armored vehicle as soon as possible.

Hearing the company commander's shouting, the two soldiers with 'Four Zero Fire' answered a few times behind Rubin.

"One row, one row attracts the attention of the armored vehicles from the left. Those with bazookas, go around from the right and kill the armored vehicle first." Rubin must shout loudly, otherwise no one can hear him talking. what.

The order was repeated several times before it was scheduled. The temporary formation was led by the head of the platoon and dared to move forward. Without waiting for them to run out ten meters, the gun of the armored vehicle opposite opened fire on them. Someone fell apart in time and was torn apart.

What made Rubin even more unexpected was that there were more than a dozen mechanized infantry guards in front of the tank. After launching an attack on his side, a dozen other guns suddenly started shooting, killing and wounding several others. .

"Let the second row forward, throw grenades, and kill the bitches." Rubin, who was lying on the ground, sent a serviceman to order, and the soldiers were killed within five meters of going out. He could only cry with a cold face to the second serviceman: "Continue, your task is to send orders."

Blood in the battlefield, not tolerate any kindness.

Guns and guns were on the battlefield, either the frightened urine pants could not move, or they could only accept the fate of mechanical obedience. The second serviceman fled out, and Rubin took cover with the thin semi-automatic rifle in his hand

After pulling the trigger a few times, the bullets in the magazine were gone. Rubin looked at the second serviceman who had just ran out. The opponent was no longer visible on the battlefield. It didn't take long for the group of people in the second row to start running forward, throwing grenades vigorously behind the enemy.

Sixty-seven grenades were thrown far away, blasted in front of the tank, and blasted the enemy infantry who was also lying on the ground. The two shooters of the bazooka have the opportunity to find the armored vehicle aiming at the right angle to the rear of the tank.

A shooter aimed half-squatted and was immediately hit by a stray bullet from unknown source. The body fell to the ground. The other shooter lay prone on the ground and shot. He swung out and flew for about 100 meters. Only then did the armored car get rid of with a bang.

Without the cannon of the armored vehicle, Rubin cleared the enemy infantry squad that was blocking the way ahead of the tank. When the soldiers followed him into the anti-tank trench and panted, there were fewer than one platoon remaining.

Other people either died or fled again.

Rubin leaned against the trench mound and asked himself-what next? How long can I live?