Three Hundred and Ninety-Seven Supply Station

Inside the cramped tank turret, Tony devoured a compressed biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth.

Being able to have a meal in a seemingly safe place is already a very enviable thing in this kind of battlefield.

Beside Tony, the gunner is using his sight to monitor the movement in the distance, which means he is on guard. Although his field of vision is limited, it is better for someone to watch than no one to care.

"It's your turn." Tony said vaguely before he swallowed the biscuits in his mouth, "Hurry up and eat!"

At this time, both Tony and the gunner envy the driver sitting in front of them. The driver can always relax and enjoy his food. After all, he doesn't have to operate the weapon when someone helps to keep watch, which is quite relaxed.

The gunner nodded, took the starch can that had been unscrewed long ago in his hand, and began to enjoy his own food with a small folded fork.

Where they are now is a forward position close to the demon army. Any trouble will cause a fierce battle, so everyone is very careful and careful to handle every detail.

There are grenadier positions on the periphery of the armored troops, in fact, they don't have to worry about the sudden arrival of a sneak attack. But the tricks of the devil are endless, and it is better to be careful in everything than to be careless.

Although the protection level of the t-72 tank is not high in modern tanks, it can even be described as more general, but in this world, it is still a heaven-defying existence.

It can provide almost three hundred and sixty degrees of strong defense capability, giving all soldiers who operate this tank great confidence.

Being in this tank naturally has a very safe feeling. At least since the start of the war, there has not been a t-72 tank destroyed by the demon army.

"It's cold, and there's no chance to heat it up." The gunner complained while chewing on the canned starch.

They have advanced more than 30 kilometers today, and encountered sporadic resistance from some demon troops, which did not cause them any trouble.

The attacking force of Ailan Hill has been widely dispersed. From time to time, the armored reconnaissance vehicle can be seen turning back, providing the tank troops with some specific conditions nearby, as well as the number and deployment position of the enemy.

These light armored reconnaissance vehicles have strong combat capabilities, and the 20mm caliber Vulcan guns equipped on the vehicle body can also be used for some scattered demons.

They often go out to places 10 kilometers or even 20 kilometers away from the main force,

At the same time of reconnaissance, it will also easily eliminate some lone enemies.

"It's good to eat some." Tony swallowed the compressed biscuits in his mouth, took a sip of water, tightened the lid of the kettle, hung it on the inner wall hook of the tank turret, put it in front of the periscope, and looked around.

Several armored vehicles full of soldiers drove from the rear, and the soldiers with weapons sat on top of these tracked armored vehicles until the armored vehicles stopped, and they jumped down and dispersed.

Some soldiers lit cigarettes in the lee of the armored vehicles, while others joined the surrounding lines of defense.

They were all stragglers who came by hitchhiking, along with the soldiers who were covering Tony's group's advance.

Along with these armored vehicles, there were several other cars. There are jeeps and six-wheeled trucks.

There is a temporary welded iron shelf above the front engine compartment cover of the Jeep. On this iron shelf, are the fuel tanks arranged neatly side by side.

The soldiers sitting in the car jumped out as soon as the car stopped, and then they took the heavy oil drums from the jeep's bonnet and started running towards the t-72 tanks hidden everywhere.

"The supply is here!" Tony relaxed when he saw the soldiers carrying the oil drums. The logistics have arrived, which means they can get more ammo and fuel.

"Crack!" He lifted the hatch above his head, and Tony leaned out halfway and took a sharp breath in the air that smelled of gunpowder, making him feel a little more comfortable.

"Come down and help!" Several soldiers of the logistics force carrying oil drums carried Mauser 98k rifles, walked heavily to Tony's tank, shouted loudly, and put the fuel tank in one hand under their feet , unscrewing the cap on the other tank by hand.

Tony motioned for the driver to open the fuel tank on the tank's hull. He got out of the tank's turret and jumped onto the engine cover at the back of the tank to help refuel the tank.

"The car that transports the artillery shells has also arrived! Replenish the ammunition in a while! We have been ordered to build a new supply base near here! We need your help!" Dumping the oil barrels, poured the diesel into the fuel tank of the t-72 tank, logistics The staff grinned.

Originally, in order to increase the travel of the t-72 tank, there were two external fuel tanks at the rear of the t-72 tank.

However, because the battle has continued, the external fuel tanks have been removed, leaving only the semi-circular fixtures where the external fuel tanks are installed, exposed there.

Tony helped carry the oil drum to pour diesel oil into his tank, because it was very heavy to hold a full tank of diesel oil because it was difficult to say a word, and it was still very difficult for one person to carry it.

At this time, in the distant horizon, there was another rumbling sound of cannons. Alan Hill's artillery began to attack again.

The battle line has just stopped for less than an hour, and the artillery units, which are becoming more and more mechanized, are unwilling to show their sense of existence once again.

As the shelling became more and more intense, it was not even clear that the shells exploded one after another.

More cars drove to this open space, and Tony finally emptied the fuel tank in his hand at this time, and handed the empty fuel tank back to the logistics support staff who were waiting to get the fuel tank back.

A truck next to each other stopped by the side of the road, and some soldiers had begun to set up tents in the core area.

Armored tank maintenance vehicles and simple cranes have already arrived here, and many people have begun to unload various types of caliber ammunition from the truck's compartment.

The man directing the traffic waved his hands and shouted one after another. The heavy vehicles began to park in the designed position, and a huge tent was already propped up not far away.

While the tent was being put up, someone had already fastened the camouflage net to the top of the tent. The camouflage net full of rags works very well, and the tent instantly blends in with the surrounding vegetation.

The entire supply base soon began to take shape, and Tony had to get back into his tank and ordered the tank to be launched to make way for the subsequent supply vehicles.

Trucks loaded with ammunition came one after another from the nearby road. Several tents had been set up, and some vehicles rushed to collect ammunition, causing traffic jams, but the situation quickly changed from chaos to order. .

Several m4 tank trump card modified cranes began to work, and a cover helicopter was hovering in the sky, and it also began to return at this time.

A hurried quad-mounted anti-aircraft missile launcher took over the helicopter's job and was responsible for ensuring the absolute safety of the nearby airspace.

"How can you say there are so many vehicles..." Watching more and more vehicles gather, the gunner said with some emotion, holding his tin can.

Tony leaned on the hatch cover, looked at the lively forward supply station in the distance on the slightly bumpy t-72 tank, shook his head and said, "I used to be a TV seller, how could I know that these things are all Where did it come from."

"It turns out that we are still fighting with swords." The gunner laughed at himself, poured all the salty starch cans into his mouth, threw the cans out of the tank, and slammed down the waterway.

"Yeah, three years ago, I never even thought that I would one day be on the battlefield and fight demons." Tony sighed: "Now, I am commanding such a powerful tank to fight!"

"You said, is the production of such an advanced tank very slow?" The gunner slapped the t-72 tank, which he liked more and more, twice, and then chatted casually.

Tony laughed: "Not necessarily? Maybe it's as easy to produce a tank as a piece of clothing in Seris' factory!"

"You really dare to think about it!" The gunner obviously didn't believe it, shook his head and said to Tony with a smile.

Tony didn't refute, and still said to himself: "Maybe, there will be machinery to automatically produce this kind of tank, one after another... You don't even need workers."

"Your imagination... It's a pity not to write novels." The gunner was amused by Tony's conjecture, leaned on the slightly bumpy seat, shook his head and smiled.

Of course he would not have thought that when Tony, the TV salesman, said this casually, he was actually telling the truth.

The weapon production of Ailan Hill is indeed developing towards full automation. Soon, the time to produce a T-72 tank will be compressed to an unimaginable level.

In the distance, a motorcycle was speeding up, and the soldiers in the car began to shout from far away from Tony and their tanks.

Tony took off his headphones and heard the opponent riding a motorcycle, loudly reminding Tony's tank company that was advancing: "There are demon troops ahead! Many! Prepare to fight!"

"Slow down!" Tony put on his earphones again and commanded, "Watch your surroundings! Grenade...load!"

The gunner pressed a button on the automatic loader, and the automatic loader selected a grenade and quickly loaded it into the barrel of the t-72 tank.

"Keep the battle formation! Be careful to cover each other!" In his earphone, the command of the company commander also came. All the T-72 tanks immediately adjusted their positions, and soon formed a wedge-shaped offensive formation that covered each other.