Chapter 977 Who Designed the Wonderful Tank?

The fast column of the 178th Regiment successfully broke through the interception of the US tanks and entered the enemy's attack line in reverse. In fact, this front does not have any trenches, but a line of fire composed of light and heavy weapons. Pushing all the way, that's what Yankees do.

And even if you push all the way, the position needs to be occupied by infantry. There is a tank company attacking the hill ahead, so someone should be watching from behind, right? That is inevitable, and Colonel Puller of the Marine Regiment is personally supervising the battle.

But now the tank company in the front was killed by a fast column coordinated by the Volunteer Army's infantry and tanks, but the American infantry on the road behind and on the hill could not help at all. They were anxiously thinking about how to kill the three IS-7s that were approaching.

Seeing the 130mm thick pipe approaching, Colonel Puller, who went to the front line himself, also felt his heart tremble. If it weren't for the bravery of the U.S. Marine Corps, those veterans of the Army would have retreated long ago.

"'Bazooka', tune me to 'Super Bazooka'." Colonel Puller ordered to the adjutant behind him heartbreakingly, even though he was wearing a full set of cold-proof military uniform, he couldn't restrain the chill that kept churning in his heart. It has always been a problem for infantry to fight tanks, and ordinary guns are not easy to use.

Thankfully, praise the military industry of Great America. The infantry of the Marine Corps also has individual bazookas in their hands. This thing allows ordinary infantry to regain confidence when facing tanks, so that they will not be helpless to fight back.

There are two types of 'Bazooka' rocket launchers. The old-fashioned version is only 60mm in diameter, and its power can't even kill a T-34-85 tank. The 'Super Bazooka' uses a 90mm caliber warhead, and its armor-piercing power is quite good.

On the urgent order of Colonel Puller, the infantry carrying the bazooka was called up urgently. They divided into several teams to form a multi-layer firepower network, and tried their best to ensure that the IS-7 rushing forward was destroyed. Now the U.S. military is still stuck on both sides of the road, and there is enough firepower to prevent any enemy from passing in front of them.

Hastily rushing to the front line, the imposing IS-7 has already appeared in the field of vision, and the American infantry carrying the "Super Bazooka" at the front can't help swallowing. They took aim with bated breath and pulled the trigger.

The process is very simple. The rocket fired by the electric shock is ignited, flies out with a whiz, and hits the target accurately.

Yeah... Seeing that the first group of anti-tank infantry scored three hits, Colonel Puller, who retreated 200 meters, immediately cheered for his calm command, "Yes, that's it. Kill those damn tanks .”

The only one cheering was the colonel himself, but the adjutant beside him couldn't help reminding: "Sir, those rockets didn't explode."

Huh... yes! Why didn't it explode?

The colonel and the adjutant looked at each other, and the adjutant gave an embarrassing guess: "Maybe the low temperature makes the rocket ineffective, we should fire a few more rounds."

What kind of broken reason is this?

Your Excellency the colonel raised his binoculars and looked again. The leading enemy tank had rushed past the first bazooka team and killed all those brave soldiers with machine guns.

But the marines on the second line of defense were not discouraged. They once again leaned out from their hiding places decisively, either standing or squatting, and attacked the enemy fearlessly.

Whoosh..., whoosh..., whoosh..., the number of rockets that flew out this time was more dense, and some of the rockets that missed the tank exploded normally, but the ones that hit the tank did not explode, but..., stuck in the above the tank.

God, what is the situation?

Killing and being killed are relative. The danger was imminent, and Colonel Puller felt his chest tighten and his breathing hard, because the three unkillable tanks gave him a great visual impact. The adjutant had to forcefully take the colonel away to prevent him from being accidentally killed by stray bullets.

In the process of Maoyao's escape, the embarrassed Colonel was puzzled. He kept asking loudly: "Why? Why didn't our rockets explode? It's unscientific! As long as another rocket explodes, we won't have to escape."

Not to mention that the colonel thought it was unscientific, the marine soldier who fired the 'Super Bazooka' at the front felt even more unscientific.

They took great risks, sacrificed their lives, and defended the dignity of the United States with a fearless spirit.

But why the hell does the rocket never explode?

Not only did the rockets not explode, they stuck on the tank. It's really stuck on..., wait, not on the tank, but on the iron railing around the tank.

After getting closer, the American soldiers discovered that the three heavy tanks were surrounded by iron railings with large gaps. More than a dozen rockets have been fired, and most of them are stuck in the gaps between these railings.

This is like the fierce general riding a horse in ancient times, who killed countless enemies but was unscathed. At most, he had a circle of arrows that could not penetrate the armor, which was extremely powerful and domineering.

Seeing that the enemy's heavy tanks are not dead with more than a dozen rockets stuck in them, the American soldiers who are besieging them will not be able to figure out why this is the case? Shooting rockets at a distance of tens of meters is the limit of their bravery. It is really impossible for them to risk machine gun fire to throw explosives.

The U.S. troops on both sides of the road were beaten by IS-7 machine guns and secondary artillery, causing heavy casualties. The fast column at the back also tried their best to push away the wreckage of 'Pershing' blocking the road and speed up to keep up. Colonel Puller even yelled helplessly, he could only retreat into the hills on both sides of the road, thinking about fighting with the whole army.

It is obvious that a hit means that it cannot be killed. This is the situation that hurts the morale of the army the most. To put it bluntly, this is actually very simple. This is very common in armored vehicles in the Middle East in later generations. In order to deal with the RPG rockets that are difficult to guard against in urban security warfare, iron railings will be welded around the vehicle.

The flying speed of the rocket is slow, and the killing of the target depends on the metal jet formed by the explosion of the conical charge in the warhead. But now the warheads are all stuck in the gaps between the deliberately set iron railings, so they won't explode at all!

Even if a warhead hits the iron railing itself by chance, it will at most break the railing, and the metal jet will be detonated in advance, and it will collapse if it does not touch the main armor. This is still no way to take the tank.

Zhou Qingfeng had long thought that he would face close-range US rockets, so he also prepared detachable iron railings. He moved left and right on the battlefield, retreating step by step from the U.S. troops killed by fierce firepower, and he was simply mocking the enemy for having nothing to do with him.

Colonel Puller, who was extremely depressed, couldn't run away or fight, so he was forced to lead his men back into the mountains. He also wanted to control the hills on both sides of the road to prevent the volunteers on the road from passing, and even serve as an artillery observation post to guide the howitzer company in Gutuli to shell.

"Don't be afraid, the tank's main gun has no elevation angle, it can't hit us who climbed the mountain." Colonel Puller gathered his troops a little, but the result was very sad. He came out with more than a thousand people, but now they were cut to pieces by the enemy, with countless casualties, and there were less than three hundred people still following him.

And just when the Colonel vowed that there was still a chance to attack the tank, the continuous shells fell from the air, and the US troops who were trying to regain control of the road were immediately bombarded and cried.

Colonel Puller really felt that God must not have blessed him today. He lay on the ridgeline of a mountain, enduring the pressure of flying shrapnel, and raised his binoculars to see where the shells came from.

Don't worry if you don't look at it, the colonel's nose can be twisted when you look at it, the three enemy heavy tanks are still shooting. This fearsome heavy tank is equipped with a super thick main gun, a flexible secondary gun, creative iron railings, and a mortar that can be used for curved attacks.

Who designed this cheating tank? It's really super deceitful!

Seeing the mortar shells continuously flying out from the heavy tank turret, Colonel Puller had to retreat from the ridgeline of the hill. Because if you don't retreat, the fast column that follows will teach him how to behave with stronger firepower?

"This is so shameful, so rascal, and so unreasonable. Who designed the wonderful tank?" Colonel Puller was really sad when he was forced to kill more than a dozen of his men by the mortar. Now the sun is the last ray of brilliance left, and the US military has no way to fight after nightfall.

Seeing those enemy tanks ignoring the U.S. troops retreating into the mountains, and directly killing the Gutuli a few kilometers away, Colonel Puller realized that he was in serious trouble—there were only some technical units left in the Gutuli. Almost an empty nest.

It's over, Gutuli will definitely fall!