British 1986

Don't underestimate this old tank, which is already fifty years old. Even in this era, it is still very useful.

At that time, I was an old earl who felt that this thing was much more powerful than the cavalry. In the end, I tried my best to get two "scrap" Cromwells from the army.

Over the years, the family has used part of the money to maintain the two Cromwells every year, but...

As time goes by, only one of the two tanks can still be driven, and the other one is used as an accessory vehicle for dismantling parts.

The 75mm artillery that was later replaced can fire grenades. This thing has a miraculous effect on buildings and people. As for its lethality

At that time, it was difficult to fight German tanks of the same level on the battlefield, and they could only be used for side containment, but if it was put into things like suppressing local areas and quelling chaos.

In ordinary civilian houses, if a grenade is dropped, all problems will be solved.

Although the 75mm grenade does not seem to be very big, it is still a small-caliber artillery in theory, but its killing radius is about 8 meters, which is not small anymore!

Dealing with ordinary civilians is appropriate.

Allen put his hands behind his back and watched as the servant replaced the rubber tracks on the tank and wiped off the license plate.

This car has a regular license plate and can be driven on the road legally, but it cannot buy insurance, but his family does not lack this insurance. If there is a car accident on the road, he may not know who hit whom.

Putting the small flag he carried on the green tank, Allen clapped his hands with satisfaction.

"Okay, it's all done!"

This is the Prince of Wales flag owned by Boss Cha. Anyone with some knowledge will know what the condition of this tank is when they see this flag.

Type out your name first and drive all the way to London!

Time: 1:30 pm on May 1, 1992.

Location: Gate of Hill Manor.

Character: Allen, with a group of servants and bodyguards who are ready to cooperate with him to go to London to cause trouble.

Three cars, three support vehicles, a fuel truck, and a tank.

The small convoy headed by the Cromwell Type IV tanks majestically left the gate of the manor, walked not far further, and turned onto the B4312 road.

Speaking of roads in Great Britain, there are roads starting with M, roads starting with A, roads starting with B, and so on.

Theoretically, roads starting with M can be understood as highways.

Those starting with A can be understood as national highways.

As for the ones starting with B, they are provincial roads.

To be honest, the roads starting with B in Wales are a bit bad.

Allen has complained many times, but the funds for repairing roads in Wales have not been approved. It is unrealistic to build a separate section of the road from Carmarthen to London for him. If you want to repair this thing, you have to build it in its entirety. The repair of the section cost a lot of money, and the council above had never approved it. Allen was too lazy to go to the council to make trouble for such a mess.

The turret hatch of the Type IV Cromwell tank still has double doors. The front and rear small doors open from the middle to the outside. When opened, they can serve as two small shields at the front and rear, which can provide certain protection for the observer or the commander.

Allen wore earmuffs and lay on the open door panel, feeling the smoke and dust blowing in the face!

Although this is not his first time riding in a tank, Allen is still very excited to ride in his own tank this time.

With a body width of 2.91 meters and a length of more than 6 meters, although the Cromwell is not big in a tank, it can run very fast.

After removing part of the armor and internal equipment, this thing can reach a speed of about 65 kilometers per hour at full speed.

Without the deceleration glass, leaning out from the turret, watching the scenery on both sides of the road slowly retreating, and listening to the roar of the engine, it was very touching!

Theoretically speaking, in order for a tank to legally go on the road in Great Britain, in addition to replacing the rubber tracks, the tank's internal fire control, sighting and other systems must be dismantled, and the turret must be facing backwards before it can legally go on the road.

But the tank in Allen's family was said to be "scrapped" when it was brought back, but the inside was brand new, not to mention the fire control. When he went out this time, he also brought five rounds of ammunition in the tank. !

As for the turret facing backward, how unimpressive is it? The tank that Mr. Allen is riding in can have its muzzle facing backward?

Just head forward! The muzzle pointed straight ahead.

The convoy was driving on a two-lane provincial highway beginning with the letter B. It was quite far away. When cars coming from the opposite direction saw this scene, they would pull over to the side of the road early for fear of disturbing this weird convoy.

As for who dares to drive a tank so boldly on the road in Wales?

Besides Mr. Allen, who else around here dares?

"Little Shitou, load a cannonball and let me try firing one!"

Allen held a cigarette in his mouth and kicked with his left foot a small stone that was also huddled in the tank with him. After the convoy drove for more than half an hour, the route to London this time was in the direction of Cardiff. Where are we now? Probably not far from Llanelli.

After the initial freshness, Allen was a little bored lying on the turret, so...

He wanted to fire the cannon himself to test its power. If he left Carmarthenshire soon, it would be difficult for him to test the cannon.

Even though he was here, there was still ammunition in the car. If he didn't fire a shot, Allen would feel itchy in his heart.

You can't just randomly give a cannonball to a passing village when there are too many people, right?

The Welsh people have been so honest lately, there's no need for that.

"Ah? Master? Are you right here?"

Although Xiao Shitou was confused, he followed Allen's order and patted the loader next to him to indicate to him to load the bomb. He was a guest messenger this time. There was also a loader and driver in the car. Of course, Allen was a guest The driver, both of them don’t have to work, they are only responsible for the experience.

Until Xiao Shitou reminded Allen that everything was ready, the convoy was still driving at a speed of about 60 kilometers. Allen took out the walkie-talkie, recalled the process in his mind, and pretended to sign up for a taxi about 300 meters away from the roadside. The coordinates of the location of the forest.

The turret slowly turned to the left.

"Prepare!"

"Ready sir!"

"fire!"

"boom!"

There was a violent vibration, and Allen only felt his body shaking back and forth violently a few times, and his chest hit the hatch cover, causing some pain.

After a burst of white smoke, a small plume of black smoke emerged from the woods in the distance, and a large tree in the middle was directly blown to pieces by a cannon.

This power is more enjoyable than a machine gun!

Following the sudden sound of gunfire, the entire convoy suddenly turned around and then quickly returned to normal.

Allen laughed when he saw this scene.

Enjoyable!

"One more shot! Reload!"

"Master, we didn't bring a few rounds of artillery shells, just in case we don't have enough when we get to London."

Xiao Shitou rarely wanted to persuade Allen.

"Idiot! You think I really dare to fire a cannon in London. You think I am too slow to die. Reload!"

Damn, the cannonballs arrived in London and there were not enough cannonballs. This was to cause trouble in London, not to attack London. If Allen really dared to drive this thing to fire in London.

Not much else to say, it is estimated that the reprimand and grounding from the Queen alone will take at least half a year.

Severn Bridge is located at the junction of the Severn River and Bristol Bay. It is more than ten kilometers due east from Newport. The bridge is next to the Welsh side, and there is a local polo stadium next to it. A supporting horse training ground.

The end of the Severn Bridge.

A police car stopped on the side of the road, and two traffic policemen with beer bellies leaned against the front of the car, holding paper coffee cups in their hands and chatting.

It is now about four o'clock in the afternoon. Although they are on duty outside, the glorious tradition of afternoon tea cannot be lost. Even if there is no condition for being on duty outside, they still have to buy a cup of coffee and treat it as afternoon tea.

There were two rather delicate snacks placed on the hood of the police car. The two fat traffic policemen looked at the vehicles crossing the bridge and chatted while drinking coffee.

Until a slightly different sound came from the distance, and then a burst of smoke accompanied by an extremely unpleasant noise.

Just like in an underground parking lot, the squeaking sound of car tires rubbing against the plastic parking lot floor is accompanied by an extremely unrestrained roar of the engine, from far to near.

Then a green tank with its muzzle pointed forward, as if it was afraid that others would not see them, the muzzle was pointed diagonally forward and raised high.

The tall, fat traffic policeman in the lead opened his mouth slightly, looking at this scene in a daze. He didn't react for a while. After all, not every traffic policeman can encounter a tank driving on the road while on duty.

Moreover, it is an old tank that looks older than my father. The most important thing is that this thing also has a civilian license plate!

Just appeared in front of him.

"Boss, what should we do? Stop them?"

Another short, fat traffic police partner patted his boss slightly.

"Stop it, idiot! Didn't you see that flag? Did you eat all the knowledge you learned like donuts?"

"Idiot, stand still! Don't cause trouble!"

After the boss was woken up by his subordinates, he took his big-brimmed hat and slammed it on his subordinate's forehead. Then he quickly put on his big-brimmed hat. After adjusting his clothes, he put his legs together and sucked his slightly bulging belly. He honestly saluted the approaching tank with his gaze.

"Boom boom boom"

The green old tank seemed to have seen the two traffic policemen here. He accelerated suddenly and went a little faster. When he was in front of them, he slowly braked. The two fat traffic policemen were covered in smoke, but he The two of them didn't even dare to fart, and the smiles on their faces even got a little brighter as the tank braked.

There was a bang.

The hatch on the turret was lifted.

Xiao Shitou leaned out with great effort, raised his fingers towards the fat traffic policeman who looked like the leader, and shouted: "You! Come here."

The tall, fat traffic policeman used his hands and feet, and was pushed from behind by his subordinates, before he boarded the two-meter-high Cromwell IV tank. He rubbed his hands slightly awkwardly and looked at the small stone that asked him to come up.

At this time, he had clearly seen the small flag hanging on the tank with his peripheral vision. It was the flag of the Prince of Wales, but he was still not sure who was sitting inside, or whether it was in a car in the convoy behind. Who is sitting?

Haven't you heard that His Highness is visiting Wales recently?

Did he come quietly to inspect this time?

But there’s no need to deploy an old tank for protection, right?

"Do you know who I am?"

Following Xiao Shitou's question, the tall, fat traffic policeman shook his head honestly and nodded quickly.

Xiao Shitou took out his ID card from his pocket and handed it to the fat traffic policeman.

The fat traffic policeman didn't answer the call, but he still recognized the big Hill family crest on the ID!

This thing is more famous in Wales than the Prince's Flag!

"It turns out to be the Hill family."

"Okay, just know that my master is still sitting inside."

The little stone muttered, startling the fat traffic policeman again. When he heard that Allen was still inside, he was so frightened that he wanted to take a step back, but there were still some messy things on the tank, which made it difficult to move.

"Wait. Here you go, take it!"

Xiao Shitou bent down and took two plates of things and a small pot from the tank, and handed them to the fat traffic policeman.

Two plates of very exquisite snacks, and a pot of tea. The teapot is also made of silver!

The fat traffic policeman hurriedly took the things, handed the plate to his subordinates first, and held the pot of tea in his hand with a more reserved expression.

"Okay. You can go down. This is your reward for your hard work. Have a nice afternoon tea!"

Xiao Shitou snapped his fingers and signaled the fat traffic policeman to get out of the car. His attitude was very casual, even a bit like shouting at someone, but the fat traffic policeman didn't feel insulted at all. Instead, his face was slightly red, and he looked like he was very angry. excited!

The fat traffic policeman, who felt extremely unreal, quickly jumped out of the tank with the help of his subordinates. One of them was holding a plate, the other was holding a teapot, watching as the tank started to emit a puff of smoke again, and then drove on. Severn Bridge.

"Boss? This is?"

The little fat traffic policeman looked at the thing in his hand and was a little confused.

"What are you looking at? Do you know who that just passed by? That was the Earl of Carmarthen! He saw that we were working too hard, so he rewarded us with afternoon tea."

The tall, fat traffic policeman hugged the silver teapot tightly and refused to let go. He couldn't bear to drink it.

Although a silver teapot is not worth much, it depends on who gives it or who rewards it!

This was the legendary Earl of Carmarthen who rewarded him with it. He could take it back and put it in the most conspicuous place in his house to keep it in check!

As for why these things were taken out of the tank?

Is it any wonder that I can have afternoon tea in my British tank?

Back then, the British Army claimed that you could capture me, but you had to provide me with afternoon tea!

The head can be cut off and the blood can bleed, but the black tea cannot be cut off. Who in Europe knows this rule?

In those days, the criterion for testing the quality of a tank was whether it could drink black tea inside!

Great British gentlemen, even if they go to the battlefield, they must remain elegant!

Severn Bridge.

This Severn refers to the Severn River, not Ultraman Severn.

This bridge was completed only 60 years ago, but it seemed to have used the latest technology at that time.

Allen didn't understand these technologies, but the bridge with the steel cables looked extremely spectacular. The entire bridge spans nearly one kilometer, connecting Wales and England through this bridge.

After crossing the bridge, we officially arrived in England, which also meant that the team could finally get on the highway starting with M.

However, considering the top speed of the Cromwell tank, even if it is on the highway, it will be easier to walk on the road at best, but the rest will be useless, and it will not go fast anyway.

After driving for more than two hours, I only covered more than 100 kilometers. At this speed,

"Little Shitou, after crossing the bridge, change cars."