Chapter 1660: How long can I live?

The terrain on the Mexican plateau was too suitable for an attack by armored forces. There are only a few hills with a relative altitude of one or two hundred meters on this solid land, and the rest are the little villages.

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

Facing a few kilometers or even more than ten kilometers wide passage, the defender's pinch and ambush are jokes.

Oncoming armored units can pose hundreds of tanks with very wide attack fronts, hurricaneing at tens of kilometers per hour and very evacuated formations, and even large-caliber artillery can't block their advance.

After dark, more than 100 M60A3s of the 2nd Armoured Division of the 'Metrique Formation' served as the assault arrows. More than 300 armored vehicles guarded the rear wings and were suppressed by long-range artillery and air force fire. A wave of armored shock.

When this wave came in with a rushing wave, the defensive positions were being bombarded by heavy-caliber heavy artillery. The non-stop fireworks in the darkness heralded the forefront was completely finished, and no one could stay in the fortifications at this time. Death was the only ending.

The earth exploded, mud waves rolled, violent air waves threw all kinds of debris into the sky, and hundreds of kilograms of fortification components could be lifted off. Countless people flee like headless flies in the dark. They can't distinguish their directions, they can't distinguish between themselves and their enemies, they can only gamble in a burst of explosions ...

Just when the violent shrapnel was fired, it was enough to cover the area of ​​a small half of the football field, and the unprotected personnel in it had absolutely no chance of escape. If there were survivors at this time, hiding in a corner of a rundown fortress and calling God is the only thing he can do.

The artillery fire began to extend, and the armored forces had already rushed up. At this time, at the field hospital behind the Zelaya Defense Line, Rubin, who was slightly injured by concussion due to shelling during the day, was running around.

In the dark night, only the loud sound and light of the shell explosion, the medical staff were screaming in panic. Rubin had no idea in the face of this situation, he was constantly shoved in the dark, and even fell a few dogs to mud.

At this time, there was no idea for the individual, and Rubin couldn't do it if he wanted to calm down. When he ran for a long distance, his head suddenly lighted up, there was an additional flare on the sky, and a circle of heavily armed soldiers and an officer appeared in front of his eyes.

"No one is allowed to run. Take the weapons to the front." The officer wore a flare gun in the uniform of the regiment cadre. In disheveled clothes, he shouted fiercely: "Anyone dares to step back and execute immediately."

The sudden light stopped the running people to look around, and the soldiers on the road quickly stepped forward and shoved the whole team for them.

The regiment officer saw Rubin mingling in the crowd, stared at the rank on his shoulder, and frowned, "Lieutenant, give you a chance to commit crimes, and take these people back to the front. Where you want to die, you will die. "

The panicked crowd was dazed, and Rubin himself was panting dryly, without any sense of autonomy. He was quickly plugged with an old, out-of-the-box, semi-automatic rifle of the five or six type, but only one magazine.

With a gun in his hand, Rubin finally stabilized his spirit. After three months of military training, he has such a basic quality. Running around on the battlefield is definitely not the way to survive. At present, the legion has not defeated, and he must turn around if he does not want to be killed by the supervision team.

"Come with me, come with me. I'm the commander of the Rubin company in the third battalion and the second company. Who will be my serviceman? I need two servicemen." Rubin shouted twice, and the soldiers of the supervision team pushed him. Two people come over.

Then several platoon officers were picked out to be under the command of Rubin, and more than a hundred soldiers running around in Hulah reorganized into a company. Under the leadership of Rubin, these people ran back with their heads sullen. Three months of recruit training allowed them to retain the most basic sense of obedience.

Within two hundred meters of running back, he flung a fire whip in the dark. This was a 20-mm machine gun firing. Rubin's team was gently pumped by this fierce whip, and a dozen people immediately fell in the running crowd-all shattered into dregs.

"Lying down and falling apart." Rubin yelled, and he was lying on the ground for a long time, straight and straight. When he braved his head and raised his head, he could see an armoured car parked in the darkness less than a hundred meters away, with the constant illumination of flare shells.

In front of the armored vehicle, a M60A3 tank fell to the sky in a trench—a trench three meters wide and two meters deep.

The Legion has nothing else, too many construction machinery. The excavator had no other ability and dug dozens of kilometers of anti-tank excavations around Zelaya.

No one can see anything unusual about this trench with a camouflage net. However, when the tank is running at high speed, it is easy to fall into it, and it is basically impossible to get out by the tank itself.

The width of the trench is calculated, making sure to jam half of the tank's body with its buttocks tilted outwards. The method of filling a tank with subsequent tanks is not feasible. This method is enough to delay the attacker for 20-30 minutes.

"Bazooka, bazooka, did that **** bring a bazooka?" Rubin shouted loudly on the battlefield of Gunlin Danyu. He knew that the enemy's armored vehicle was protecting the tank in the trench, and the opponent must be waiting for the engineering vehicle to fill the tank.

Time is life, and that armored vehicle must be killed as soon as possible.

Hearing the company commander's shout, two soldiers with 'Four Zero Fires' responded a few times behind Rubin.

"A row, a row draws the attention of the armored vehicles from the left. Those with rocket launchers go around from the right and knock down the armored vehicle first." Rubin must shout with a loud voice, otherwise no one can hear what he is talking about.

The order was repeated several times before it was arranged, and a row formed temporarily under the leadership of the platoon leader bravely moved forward. Without waiting for them to run out ten meters, the cannon of the armored vehicle opposite opened fire on them. Someone was lying untimely and was beaten apart.

What made Rubin even more unexpected was that there were more than a dozen mechanized infantry guards in front of the tank ~ www.novelhall.com ~ After his attack, more than a dozen guns suddenly started to shoot, which also killed and wounded. There are several people on your own side.

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

The battlefield was bathed in blood, and no kindness was allowed.

The guns rang out on the battlefield. Either they were scared and couldn't move their pants, or they could only obey their fate. The second serviceman rushed out, and Rubin covered with his thin semi-automatic rifle.

With a few triggers, all the bullets in the magazine were gone. Rubin looked at the second serviceman who just ran out. The other side was no longer visible on the battlefield, which was bright and dark. It didn't take long, but a group of people in the second row really started to run forward and shook the grenade as they approached the enemy.

Sixty-seven grenade flew far, landed in front of the tank and exploded, blasting the enemy infantry also lying on the ground. The two shooters on the beach then had a chance to find the right angle to aim at the armored vehicle behind the tank.

A shooter aimed at the squat squatting and was immediately hit by a stray bullet that did not know where it came from, and the body fell to the ground. Another shooter lay on the ground and fired, and the stunned one flew out to fly about 100 meters before blasting out the armored vehicle.

Without the cannon of the armored vehicle, Rubin cleared the enemy infantry squad blocking the road ahead of the tank. When soldiers followed him and jumped into the anti-tank pant, panting, there were fewer than one platoon left.

The others either died or fled again.

Rubin leaned against the mound of the trench to ask himself-what to do next? How long can I live? 8) More exciting novels, welcome to visit everyone's reading school