What Did 1546 Experience?

"If the people above move their mouths, our gang of cannon fodder will lose their legs!" Putting the last bite of bread into his mouth, the commander leaning on the tank sighed helplessly.

They have been fighting fiercely for more than three hours. Just now, they have destroyed the 13th Destroyer tank, becoming the team that destroyed the most enemy tanks in the entire battalion.

It's a pity that their excellent performance did not help their own troops to achieve suppression on the battlefield-they fought all the way to their current position, annihilating countless enemies, but still did not see the hope of victory.

It's really frustratingly hopeless, no matter how many enemies they kill, it seems that the enemy always can replenish and continue to fight them, not giving an inch.

The battalion they were in had a total of three tank companies, each company had three tank platoons, and each platoon had 5 tanks. Counting the command tanks at the battalion headquarters, there were a total of 47 tanks.

Now that the battle has been fought, there are only 21 tanks left in their battalion that can fight, not even half of them.

A few minutes ago, they added tanks from the 1st Battalion, merged with the 1st Battalion to form a new battle group, and now they have a total of 42 tanks-not enough tanks for a battalion.

The news above is that after dawn, they will wait for the supplementary tanks and crew members sent by the logistics force-each battalion will replenish 3 tanks, and then resume independent combat formations to continue their missions.

But looking at the current situation, no one thinks that they can last until dawn, waiting for the reinforcements of the illusory three tanks...

"Take the time to take a rest...we will continue to move forward in fifteen minutes." The gunner came back from the grass on one side, and he just went to "release water".

Using the short rest time on the battlefield to restore physical strength is the combat experience summed up by all surviving veterans. Being able to close your eyes and sleep for a while anytime and anywhere is a necessary skill that every soldier on the battlefield should master as soon as possible.

"How long do you think I can sleep if I close my eyes now? Two minutes?" The driver casually threw the wrapping paper aside and shrugged.

On his forehead is an eye-catching QR code, which is his production number. You can check his gene sequence, or directly check the production factory, learn about combat experience, and so on.

Every cloned person has such a mark, on the one hand, it is convenient for management, and on the other hand, it is also to distinguish them from natural persons.

The gunner also had a QR code on his forehead. He sat down on the armor plate of the tank and looked at his feet hanging outside the armor plate skirt of the tank: "Did you see the obituary?"

"I see. Colonel Rick is a good commander." The commander sniffled, stood up, and slapped his buttocks twice.

"Such a high-ranking officer died so inexplicably..." the gunner sighed, and looked at the tracer bullets fired by the anti-aircraft guns that kept firing in the distance.

Farther away, the twisted upward trajectory of the anti-aircraft missile has not completely dissipated, and the flames of those explosions illuminate the distant horizon.

Not only here, but farther away, farther and farther places, the battle is going on. This was the second night of the enemy's arrival, and the sound of gunfire never stopped.

"What's so strange about that,

Before Suman's tank exploded, he was still talking to us. "The commander jumped on his tank, climbed up the turret, looked at the crooked external reactive armor outside the turret, and said to the gunner beside him.

The location he was checking was the one that had been hit by an enemy energy shell in the previous battle. The ERA had saved the tank, and they exploded to cancel out most of the jets created by the energy blast.

So the main armor wasn't penetrated, only some dark scorched marks were left behind. And around this circular trace, there are still some edges of the twisted ERA boxes left on the hooks that hung them.

"Go back here and repair it well, don't be unlucky and get hit again." He muttered, and then got into the hatch of the tank.

"Huh...huh..." At this moment, the whistling sound passed over his head, and a new round of shelling from the Alan Hill Empire began.

This is another reason why he didn't take the time to rest just now. Before each attack, the Alan Hill Empire will conduct an unprecedented round of artillery preparations.

With the howling shells and earth-shattering explosions, not everyone can sleep peacefully in such an environment.

In this way, the new battle began with the whistling explosion of shells. The armored troops of the Alan Hill Empire continued to advance, and the troops of the watchmen continued to block.

On the dark battlefield, the tank troops of both sides collided again, and there were scenes of shells flying everywhere.

At 2 o'clock in the morning in the middle of the night, the armored forces of the Alan Hill Empire finally penetrated the guard's line of defense.

The battlefield is littered with crippled Destroyer tanks and the wreckage of smoking Arranhill Imperial electromagnetic tanks.

Some clone grenadiers were simply sweeping the battlefield, and a sweeper with all arms and two legs cut off and made into a "human stick" struggled with the special lock that held him in place.

This is a wounded sweeper. The grenadiers captured him when they were sweeping the battlefield. Because they might need to study it, the grenadiers planned to transport him to the rear as soon as possible.

On the side of a dirt road full of craters, a small tree that has been discounted by shells is pressed against the wreckage of an electromagnetic tank with a shattered turret and a distorted shape.

A man whose face was covered in blood suddenly opened his eyes, and he struggled to sit up, the pain of the wound distorted his entire expression.

After taking a deep breath, he adjusted his breathing, and then managed to see the surrounding environment vaguely through the starlight.

The circuit boards had been deformed and damaged, and the monitor had fallen and was pulled by wires and hung in the air. He reached out and groped in the familiar environment, and finally took a flashlight from the fixed point on the wall.

After turning on the switch, he searched by the light, and finally saw the driver's body lying at his feet.

Then he looked to the other side of himself. The captain, who was fixed on the seat by the seat belt, hung his head, and there was a sharp and shattered piece of armor stuck in his chest.

The blood had been drained long ago, and the captain with his head hanging had been dead for a long time. When it was penetrated by the Destroyer, it was like hell. The shock made the gunner unconscious, and he only regained consciousness just now.

He was also badly injured, with a cut to the head and possibly a broken leg. Luckily his tank didn't explode or burn, which allowed him to survive.

"Crack..." A grenadier opened the hatch that fell off, and saw the surviving gunner inside—he came to check when he saw light coming out of the gap.

"My God! Damn it! What the hell have you experienced..." Seeing the survivors, the grenadier showed an excited smile on his face. He turned his head and shouted excitedly into the distance: "Hey! Come and help! There are wounded here!"

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