Rise of the Wasteland

The extremely fast 'Meteor' fell from the sky, a hundred meters of smoke rose from the earth, the cheers of flames and the collision of steel officially began.

The propeller fighters of the Air Force of the Legion once again attacked the enemy's anti-aircraft fire, and Father Julio on the turret surged with blood, grabbing the walkie-talkie and shouting on his command tank, "Ladies, follow me Ah, **** those **** girls across from me. "

The engine rumbled black smoke, and more than 30 tons of the old Wujiu pushed away from the temporary bunker and rushed out. In a small town called Teco, south of Merida, more than a hundred tanks hiding in it were divided into three impact arrows and launched into the battlefield with full power.

Tracks rolled and raised the sky and sand; iron armor galloped, driving immense murder.

By age, Julio's father should have retired long ago. But instead of retiring, the old man in his fifties refused to be promoted, and still served as the commander of a tank company on the front line. With him on the battlefield, the entire armored battalion felt a backbone.

As the best tank captain in the legion, Daddy Julio is a legend. From the earliest confrontation with the Legion to the later fighting for the Legion, as long as there is a battle launched by the tank unit, basically this old captain's figure is indispensable.

Armor impact, the formation is quite sparse. Due to the long range of the artillery, the distance between each tank is hundreds or even hundreds of meters. The densely charged tanks are placed for the sake of good looks.

Father Julio's company has a total of fourteen tanks under three platoons, plus two command tanks of the company commander and deputy company commander. The entire company pulled off an attack nearly one kilometer forward, and the target was a tank platoon from the enemy about five kilometers away.

That's right, just hit more and less!

The released bait draws the enemy out, and the next step is how to eat the enemy.

It ’s just that the opponent is very strong. The M60A3's fire control system can find its own target through a long distance. This pre-emptive discovery, pre-emptive fire and pre-emptive destruction, today's battle is bound to be extremely fierce.

Father Julio didn't like to walk in a tank with a narrow field of vision. He stood on the turret and looked around. At this moment, several ‘super toucans’ flew in the sky, followed by ‘yun-five’ which broke the wings.

The fast ‘Super Toucan’ is the main fighter of the Legion Air Force. Unfortunately, there are not many of these planes, and they can only be used to fight enemy air defense firepower. However, due to the lack of ground attack aircraft, they can only pull out the heavy Yun-Five to hang the rocket nest, which is used to plow the ground.

Seeing more than a dozen slow-moving ‘Yun-5 ’s flying overhead, Daddy Julio said on the radio:“ Do n’t be afraid, guys, our ‘Nanny’ is here to help. ”

The bi-wing ‘Yun-5’ flew slowly, and it was from a transport plane. Hanging on a rocket nest was even more stupid. In addition, it often came to the old bank to supply supplies to the armored forces, and was nicknamed 'nanny'.

Flying slowly has the advantage of flying slowly. ‘Yun-5’, with its 19-tube rocket nest, can make the area of ​​a football stadium into a sea of ​​fire at a stretch, and it is also particularly accurate. If the opponent's air defense firepower is scarce, ground targets can be killed by it.

A distance of five kilometers ran for more than half, and suddenly a glare trajectory of a cannonball lit up. An old Wujiu beside Father Julio was directly fired, and blasted the turret to the sky.

"Are you **** fucking, is the Air Force blind?" Father Julio narrowed his scared neck, followed him to watch the telescope for a few seconds in the direction of the ballistics, and then cursed on the radio: " In a row, in a row, there is a bush in the direction of nine o'clock in front of you, 1,500 meters away. "

Four tanks in the front row made an emergency stop, and several commanders also drilled out of the turret. The fire control and sighting of the old Wujiu really rotten a bit, and the distance and reaction speed are indeed inferior to the M60A3.

"Give me a grenade and blind the enemy first." Father Julio is very good. He knows that his old tank not only has poor fire control, but also poor artillery and shells. It is a problem to hit the enemy's front. It is better to smash the enemy's exposed sighting system first with a grenade.

A few grenades blasted out, and the grass with a M60A3 hidden in it burst into a cloud of smoke. The frontal explosion of this tank not only caused the internal vehicles to be shaken, but also the captain of the gunner could not see the outside scene.

The shot M60A3 tried to exit the grass. As soon as it moved, Father Julio seemed to be hiding from another tank after seeing the grass. "Damn it, there was an enemy tank squatting there."

"One row on the spot, two and three rows accelerated and rushed forward, and went behind the enemy." Father Julio saw the enemy's tank even wearing explosive anti-armor on the front, which was comparable to the streaking state. The old five or nine are much stronger.

Realizing that his side's loss could be large, Father Julio quickly adjusted the channel to contact the Air Force's air-ground fire coordinator. He grabbed the radio and looked left and right, with an anxious thought in his mouth: "Damn, where am I? The 'nanny' who just flew by is hurrying to plow the ground!"

"Give me a white phosphorous bomb toward the bushes that the enemy is hiding from, point at that place, let it burn, and burn it to indicate the target." Father Julio talked, and he suffered a big loss in the lineup. Two tanks were knocked out in a row.

The flames of the explosion rose up, and the steel chariot became a steel grave. None of the members of the tank escaped.

The second and third rows of the detour didn't run for a kilometer and sent a worse message, "Daddy, we are in big trouble. The opposite is not a tank row at all, there is a **** behind the grass, and the enemy is squatting behind the **** at least A moped company. "

"Isn't it good that we have only one platoon opposite the enemy?" Father Julio himself was so angry that he suffered heavy losses as soon as he fought and encountered strong enemies.

The air support didn't know where to fly, and the number of 'nanny's was not large. They might be taking care of other fraternal units, or they might fly away when the rocket nest was lit.

You have to rely on yourself at this time!

"Rush up, get closer, don't carry it directly to the enemy tank." Father Julio could not call for air support for a while, but could only yell on the radio if there were any other tank companies around. As a result, he yelled at a battalion self-propelled artillery ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The self-propelled artillery modified by the tracked armoured vehicle raised the muzzle and began short-range cross-fire. The short-barreled 155-calibre howitzer blasted out four rounds.

The grasses dodging by the enemy in front have been ignited by white phosphorous bombs, becoming the best reference. The artillery hiding behind Lao Wujiu fired six rapid fires and immediately turned the area into a sea of ​​fire.

A 155-caliber grenade exploded, enough to overturn dozens of tons of tanks. Within the scope of the explosion, unprotected targets will be killed without suspense.

After waiting for the cannonball to plow the ground, Father Julio led the team again to the enemy's position, and saw that the four M60A3s that had been hiding behind the grass were all dead. One was smashed by grenades; one was penetrated by the side and the occupants were completely destroyed; two were overturned by heavy artillery and the occupants were killed halfway when they escaped.

Without the cover of the tank, the stride behind the grass could not stop the shocking old Wu Jiu, and he could only surrender in full.

Father Julio drove the tank hurriedly past the pitted battlefield, watching the blasted M60A3, and scolded: "I can't beat you, won't I call artillery?"