Chapter 1660 How Long Can I Live?

The terrain on the Mexican plateau is really suitable for the armored forces to launch an impact. On this solid land, there are only a few hills with a relative altitude of one or two hundred meters, and the rest are scattered villages.

Because the terrain is flat and the ground is hard, the tank can get off the road and run over the farmland directly. Mexico is suitable for growing corn, but it is generally dry land, and there are no paddy fields that will trap armored troops.

Facing a channel that is several kilometers or even more than ten kilometers wide, the defender's flanking and ambush are all jokes.

The incoming armored forces can have hundreds of tanks laying out a very wide attack front, soaring at a speed of tens of kilometers per hour and in a very scattered formation. Even large-caliber artillery cannot stop their advance.

After dark, more than 100 M60A3 vehicles of the 2nd Armored Division of the "Mo Tongzhen" were used as charging arrows, with more than 300 armored vehicles guarding the sides and rear wings, and long-range artillery and air force firepower were responsible for suppression. More than 10,000 people in the entire division launched There was a wave of armor impact.

When this wave hit the shore with a turbulent wave, the defender's position as the defender was being bombarded by large-caliber heavy artillery. The fireworks constantly exploding in the darkness indicated that the forward position was completely finished, no one could stay in the fortification 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 blown away. In the darkness, countless people fled like headless chickens. They couldn't tell the direction, and they couldn't tell the enemy from ourselves, so they could only gamble their lives amidst the sound of explosions...

It's just that the tyrannical shrapnel is enough to cover the area of ​​half a football field, and the unprotected people surrounded by it have absolutely no chance of escaping. At this time, if there are still survivors, hiding in a corner of a dilapidated fortification and shouting to God is the only thing he can do.

The artillery fire began to extend, and the armored troops had rushed up. At this time, in the field hospital behind the Celaya line of defense, Rubin, who was slightly injured and concussed by the shelling during the day, was running around.

In the dark night, there was only the loud noise and light of shell explosions, and the medical staff were screaming in panic. Faced with this situation, Rubin also lost his mind. He was constantly pushed and shoved in the dark, and even fell to the ground and fell a few dogs to eat mud.

At this time, I can't think of anything personally, and Rubin can't calm down even if he wants to, so he can only stumble and drift with the crowd. And when he ran for a distance, suddenly the top of his head lit up, and there was a flare in the sky, and a circle of heavily armed soldiers and an officer appeared in front of him.

"No one is allowed to run, take up your weapon and go to the front line." The officer was wearing the uniform of a regimental cadre, waving a flare gun in his hand. With disheveled clothes, he shouted viciously: "Anyone who dares to retreat will be executed immediately."

The sudden light made the running people stop and look around, and the soldiers blocking the way rushed forward to push and push the entire team.

The regimental officer saw Rubin who was in the crowd, glanced at the military rank on his shoulder, frowned and said, "Lieutenant, I'll give you a chance to make a contribution and bring these people back to the front line. You can die wherever you want. "

The crowd running in a panic was dazed, and Rubin himself was even panting with dry mouth and tongue, without self-awareness. An old Type 5 or 6 semi-automatic rifle was quickly stuffed into his hand, but it only had one magazine.

With a gun in his hand, Rubin finally stabilized his spirit. Three months of military training had at least given him some basic qualities. Running around on the battlefield is definitely not a way to survive. The army has not been defeated at the moment, and if he doesn't want to be killed by the supervising team, he must turn around.

"Come with me, follow me. I'm Captain Rubin of the 3rd Battalion and 2nd Company. Who will be my orderly? I need two orderlies." Lubin shouted twice, and the soldiers of the supervisory team pushed him away. Two people come over.

Then several platoon-level officers were picked out and put under Rubin's command, and the soldiers who ran around in the hula la were reorganized into a company. Under the leadership of Rubin, these people ran back and forth, and the three-month recruit training allowed them to retain the most basic sense of obedience.

After running back for less than 200 meters, a fire whip came thumping in the darkness.

It was a 20mm machine gun firing, and Rubin's team was lightly whipped by this vicious whip, and a dozen people fell down in the running crowd at once—all of them shattered into slag.

"Lie down, spread out," Rubin yelled, lying on the ground and shaking for a long time. When he had the courage to raise his head, he saw an armored vehicle faintly parked in the darkness less than a hundred meters away with the aid of flares that kept lighting up.

In front of the armored vehicle, an M60A3 tank fell overturned in a ditch—a ditch three meters wide and two meters deep.

The Legion has nothing else, too many construction machinery. The trench digging machine has no other skills, and has dug tens of kilometers of anti-tank trenches around Celaya.

This kind of trench is laid with a camouflage net, and no one can see anything abnormal. But when the tank is running at high speed, it is easy to fall in if you are not careful, and it is basically impossible for the tank to get out by itself.

The width of the trench is calculated to ensure that half of the tank's body is stuck and its buttocks are cocked outside. It is not feasible to use a tank to fill the trench to allow subsequent tanks to pass. This simple method is enough to delay the attacker for 20 to 30 minutes.

"Bazooka, bazooka, did that bastard bring a bazooka?" Rubin yelled in the middle of the battlefield. He knew that the enemy's armored vehicle was protecting the tank in the trench, and the other party must be waiting for the engineering vehicle to fill the trench and drag the tank.

Time is of the essence, and that armored vehicle must be taken out as soon as possible.

Hearing the company commander's yell, two soldiers with '40 Fire' responded a few times behind Lu Bin.

"One row, one row to attract the attention of armored vehicles from the left. Those with bazookas, go around from the right and destroy that armored vehicle first." Rubin had to shout loudly, otherwise no one could hear what he was saying.

The order was repeated several times before being arranged, and a temporary platoon led by the platoon leader bravely dawdled forward. Before they ran ten meters away, the cannon of the armored vehicle opposite opened fire on them. Someone fell down too late and was beaten to pieces.

What Rubin didn't expect was that there were more than a dozen mechanized infantry guards in front of the tank. After he launched an attack on his side, a dozen guns on the opposite side started shooting suddenly, killing and wounding several people on his side.

"Let the second row move forward, throw grenades, and blow up those sons of bitches." Rubin, who was lying on the ground, sent an orderly to deliver the order, and the soldiers were beaten to death within five meters of walking. He could only yell to the second orderly with a cold face: "Go on, your task is to deliver the order."

The battlefield is bloody, and there is no room for mercy.

On the battlefield, guns and guns blared, either they were scared to pee their pants and couldn't move, or they could only obey mechanically as if they were resigned to their fate. A second orderly scuttled out, and Rubin covered himself with his weakly fired semi-automatic rifle.

After a few pulls of the trigger, the magazine was empty of bullets. Rubin looked at the second orderly who just ran out, and the other party had disappeared on the battlefield that was always bright and dark. It didn't take long before a group of people in the second row started running forward, approaching the enemy and throwing grenades vigorously.

The 67-type grenade was thrown quite far, and it fell in front of the tank and exploded, blowing up the enemy infantry who were also lying on the ground. Only then did the two shooters of the bazooka have a chance to find a suitable angle to aim at the armored vehicle behind the tank.

A shooter squatted down to take aim, and was immediately blasted in the head by a stray bullet from nowhere, and his body fell to the ground. The other shooter lay down on the ground and fired. He swished and flew about a hundred meters before killing the armored vehicle with a bang.

Without the cannon of the armored vehicle, Rubin cleared the enemy infantry squad in front of the tank. When the soldiers followed him and jumped into the anti-tank trench to pant, there was only less than one platoon left who could keep up.

The others either died or fled again.

Rubin leaned against the mound of the trench and asked himself—what next? How long can I live? 8) For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy