I Have Become A Military Industry Boss And You Tell Me To Start School?

Chapter 198 T72 is a rabbit!

T72 was still moving forward in confusion. The opponent was probably ordered to intercept the tank troops of the Saisi Army attacking Domammus City, but for some reason, he was out of touch with the larger troops.

Of course, Berkeley believed that this was the only tank left by the Allied forces.

Ellia imported a lot of T72s in the 1980s, but most of them were lost in the war with Israel, and the remaining few have long since expired. It has been more than ten years since I retired.

I don’t know how many used T72 parts Gamal dismantled before he finally made this drivable vehicle.

This is simply the hope of the whole village, but it is a pity that the other party will soon be here again.

Because there are fifteen T90s and M1A1s here, any one of them has the ability to defeat the other party, and the other party is still ignorantly entering the encirclement.

He was so ignorant that Berkeley couldn't bear it and wanted to let the other party live.

The crew members in other tanks were also full of absurdity at this time, and they even complained leisurely.

"I didn't expect the Alliance Army to have such rubbish tanks!"

“I’ve driven this thing before, and it’s slower than a tractor, and it’s not accurate at all when extinguishing cannons.

"This tank... looks bigger than my grandpa!"

"I can kill three T72s with one shot!"

The drivers in the T90 and m1a1 tanks complained one after another.

Hearing the tank driver's words, Berkeley couldn't help laughing.

Amid laughter, he pressed the radio communication button.

"Everyone is on standby, I will personally go out to deal with this outdated tank!"

"Close the distance and fight again!" he added.

It is impossible to let him go. Although Berkeley is only a small tank company commander, Ellia itself only has two armored divisions of tanks, so his status is actually equivalent to at least one regiment of ordinary infantry. longer than that.

He needs records and victories to take himself further.

A T72 is also a tank after all, and it deserves credit, right?

"Yes, sir"''''''''

Following Berkeley's order, two T90s were dispatched instantly, one on the left and one on the right quickly moving towards the T72.

Although they could see the target, because they were in a city, various roadblocks and buildings blocked the range of fire.

Moreover, the opponent is also moving. Although the T90 has the ability to move from move to move, its accuracy is not very high, and it is filled with high-explosive bombs.

If this one shot went astray and hit a residential area, I'm afraid hundreds of people would be killed or injured.

Although Berkeley didn't care whether others died, he was afraid that Sisi would bring himself to court on charges of massacre of civilians, so as to take the blame for the deaths of civilians during the government's offensive since the outbreak of the civil war.

At this time, the T72 finally understood its situation. There was a roar of the engine, and the other party turned around in a panic. The tracks ran over a broken wall, the heavy car body took off, and a huge flower was smashed out with a roar. cloud of dust.

It didn't fall apart, and it could continue to drive, and the speed was not too slow. Berkeley nodded and applauded the little sheep.

He is not afraid that this tank will run away. If the T72 can actually outrun the T90, then why upgrade it?

With a cat-and-mouse smile on his face, he ordered: "Speed ​​up and load ammunition!"

"Look behind the target and try to avoid accidental damage!"

The fire control system has been started. At this time, the computer has begun to calculate the trajectory and adjust the muzzle orientation.

The automatic loading machine also made a loud noise, grabbed a high-explosive bomb, and then pushed it into the gun bore with a bang.

"Sir, behind the target is the city hall. There may be civilians hiding!" the gunner's report sounded.

"Continue to wait and catch up!" Berkeley ordered.

"clear!"

The driver replied and pushed the fuel lever. At the same time, the dull engine sound in front began to get louder.

"Ready to escape?"

Berkeley's face was filled with coldness.

The T90 is not only higher than the T72 in every numerical value, but its maneuverability is also much stronger than the T2!

Among other things, the T90's engine is turbocharged and can reach a maximum highway speed of 58 kilometers!

The maximum highway speed of T72 is only 45 kilometers.

The entire T90 is trembling, and the speed has increased.

The distance between the two sides is also getting closer...

500 meters, 450 meters, 400 meters, 350 meters...

Berkeley looked at the frantically escaping T72 in front of him with contentment. He even had a bad taste at this time.

Should we chase the opponent directly and hit him in the butt with the barrel of the cannon?

With the T72's paper-thin armor, I'm afraid it can't be penetrated by just a casual poke, right?

Forget it, a cold look suddenly flashed across his face.

The T72 has left the scope of the city hall, and it's time to enjoy the fireworks.

He ordered fiercely: ".々Fire!"

However, nothing happened.

The gunner did not fire. Berkeley watched helplessly as the opponent turned quickly and then rushed through a corner. At this time, he could no longer see the opponent's figure, but could only judge the opponent's position through the rising smoke.

"Why don't you fire!" Berkeley (well) asked the gunner sternly.

"Sir," he was greeted by the gunner with a confused expression, "when you gave the order just now, the fire control system showed that the opponent's speed has exceeded 66 kilometers [the ballistic ear cannot be calculated!"

"Um?"

"What's going on?" Berkeley's eyes suddenly widened.

He seemed to have been struck by lightning, with a look of disbelief on his face.

How could a dilapidated T72 be faster than a T90 running at full speed?

66 kilometers per hour...

"Я......"

The speed of the T72 is actually on par with the m1a1, and their T90 can't even catch up with the T72.

He stared blankly at the smoke and dust escaping all the way, and even the smoke and dust smelled of haste.

Is this T72 a rabbit?