Chapter 1814 What News?

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Several 037 "Yellow Water Battleships" bravely rushed into Port Isabel in Brownsville, and the double-mounted 57mm naval guns fired continuously, blasting the weak defensive positions on the shore to pieces.

In fact, before the 'battleship' approached, the guards on the shore had already fled without a trace. Because there is a huge fleet approaching in the sea, and an hour ago, a J-15 fighter plane ran over and shot cheap rockets all over the place.

Several old-fashioned tank landing ships rushed directly to the shore, and after the hatch was opened, a group of Type 63 amphibious tanks rushed out. Then a wave of Mexican soldiers acting as temporary marines accompanied the Zodiac ashore, and then... .

Then everyone just has nothing to do.

The facilities in Port Isabel are very complete, and the transport fleet can easily go up there. After the drill-like landing battle, Papa Julio led an armored force into the port, and quickly rushed to the city of Brownsville, 30 kilometers away.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was running on the road, got a new vt-5. This light tank only weighs more than 30 tons, but it has a thousand-horsepower engine and a 105mm tank gun. This level of performance is definitely enough to deal with motley crews.

As the armored troops were advancing, armed helicopters flew over Papa Julio's head from time to time. These low-altitude killers assigned temporarily were responsible for sweeping up the enemy's firepower along the way. However, there will always be some targets on the ground that can escape the sweep of the air, which requires the tank to deal with it by itself.

"Father Julio, the enemy is found in front of you, five kilometers away from you, a fortress-type target, be vigilant." The call of the investigator came from the radio.

Five kilometers away?

Papa Julio, who was standing on the turret, quickly grabbed the binoculars and looked ahead, but he couldn't see anything on the road. But the platoon leader under him kept asking whether to start a battle formation?

"Damn it, where is the target?" In the telescope is a straight road leading to Brownsville, surrounded by endless ground. Papa Julio didn't seem to find where the enemy was for more than a minute? He was in a hurry to ask questions on the radio, so he could only allow the tank commander under him to move freely.

As soon as the order to move freely was given, the entire tank company dispersed like a riot. The vt-5 driven by a thousand-horsepower engine has far more maneuverability than the old '59', and it rushes forward at a fast speed.

However, before the advance tank company got close to the target, several tail flames suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by flames and black smoke five kilometers ahead.

Another report from the investigators came over the radio,

"Dad, the target was killed by the drone. Don't worry, with us watching, you can go boldly."

"You son of a bitch, you have taken away all the credit." Papa Julio cursed on the radio, causing a burst of laughter.

The soldiers in the army all respected and loved this legendary tank commander, and everyone felt that as long as they followed the white-haired old man, they could always take advantage of it. It's just that the old man himself is quite sad, because he, the old tank commander, can't keep up with the times.

"This tank is great, but I don't know how to use it." Father Julio patted the vt-5 he was riding on, feeling infinitely emotional.

The performance gap between the vt-5 and the old '59 is completely different. The fire control of the vt-5 is completely digital, and it is fast, accurate and ruthless in fighting, which is very easy to use. However, operating this kind of tank requires a considerable cultural foundation, and most people really can't use it.

The armored force is Zhou Qingfeng's heart and soul. In order to improve the learning ability of the tankers, various strengthening drugs are poured out without money.

But these ordinary strengthening drugs are ineffective for old people like Papa Julio. Seeing the young guy easily control advanced tanks, he misses the old '59' that he is proficient in driving.

When driving the old '59', Papa Julio was a brave tank commander with a legendary record. But after changing to vt-5, he couldn't fiddle with this thing, and his reaction was always one step slower than others.

The laggard ran after his platoon leader for three kilometers when he heard the bastards in front firing non-stop. On the radio, the three tank platoons were opening up, attacking in tacit cooperation with each other.

A well-hidden enemy fortification group was not discovered by the armed helicopters. As a result, more than a dozen tanks hit it and immediately took the lead. After a while, there was a mechanized infantry battalion catching up behind them, and the mechanized infantry carried by the infantry fighting vehicle got out of the vehicle to fight, and the scene became extremely lively.

The battle was over in ten minutes, our side was unscathed, and an m60 tank company ambushing in the opposite fortification group was wiped out. The equipment is inferior to others, and the opponent has no chance to resist at all.

Zhou Qingfeng launched a right uppercut to deal with Suzano, and transported a troop by sea directly across the Gulf of Mexico and into the hinterland of the 'Mexist Formation'. But the ambush of a tank company did not play any role. This is already the strongest resistance encountered by the landing fleet.

After half a year of blood loss, the 'Mo Tongzhen' was already powerless to resist. The landing fleet easily occupied Brownsville, the gateway city to the east of the 'Mexist Formation', and everything went much easier than expected.

Passing by those destroyed M60 tanks, Papa Julio even felt sad for those unlucky enemy tankers. These tanks had a small hole opened by sub-caliber armor-piercing bullets, and the explosive reactive armor covering them failed to function, and the crew members inside were easily killed by the flying fragments.

Half a year ago, when Papa Julio was driving the old '59', it was like encountering a natural enemy when he touched the m60. But now..., on the contrary, m60 lost his temper after being beaten.

The enemy was eliminated, but Papa Julio was not happy at all, "Oh, I'm really old. I can't handle this thing, I should step out and make way."

The Legion has always hoped that this meritorious tanker will go to the reserve, and everyone hopes that this old tanker in his fifties and sixties can leave the war alive. In the past, Papa Julio felt that he was no worse than a young man, and he was unwilling to leave the front line of the battle, but now...

"I really hope to fight another tank battle, but unfortunately there is no place for me on the battlefield." Across the abandoned steel tomb on the road, Papa Julio kept sighing. However, the tank company did not stop, and kept advancing into the city of Brownsville.

The moment he entered the city, the old man saw that many of his comrades who arrived first were cheering. He yelled at one person strangely: "We took this city easily, right? But do you have to be so happy? Rabbits, there is still a battle ahead."

The tank soldier who was stopped was laughing, and he shouted loudly to Papa Julio: "No, we're afraid we won't be fighting anymore."

"Ah... that bastard Suzano surrendered?"

"No, it's more exciting than the news. Hop the radio to the public station frequency, the news is on."

More exciting than enemy surrender?

Papa Julio tuned the radio, grabbed the earphone and heard the familiar voice of Usserman, the head of propaganda of the Legion. After listening to it for a while, he was extremely weird at first, then ecstatic, and finally raised his arms and shouted: "Wow..., Long live His Majesty the Emperor! Long live Your Majesty!"

What the hell is this news?