In sight, the destroyed tanks were ignited and burning.

Seeing the thick skin and thick m1a2 "Abrams" instantly turned into a pile of scrap iron with black smoke. The lieutenant felt a little cold in his neck. So the thin skin and big filling "Strick" they were riding on was even more vulnerable-

No, no!

These damn Russians, he had thought they had "all fled", and this was simply too underestimating the enemy!

A trace of ominous fear flashed through his mind. The "Strick" where Lieutenant Pete was already braked at the pass on the other side of the gentle slope. He saw an anti-tank "Strick" not far away occupying the reverse slope terrain on the roadside, firing a "Tao" anti-tank missile into the distance. The lieutenant and soldiers who rushed out of the car were rushing to the smooth slope covered by the turf.

After the hasty retreat just now, the large open area behind them is now without any danger. Before the subsequent troops arrive, the soldiers of the Mountain Division must stick to this pass and buy time for the heavy cavalry regiments that are reinforced from behind.

Soon, as the Soviet tanks approached, the rumbling cannons echoed in the open battlefield became louder and louder; I felt the ground under my feet tremble slightly, Lieutenant Pitt, who was lying on the slope, pressed the caller tightly, and called on the fire-powered shooter to prepare the "Jaberlin" anti-tank missile launcher in a hurriedly selected depression position, while the other soldiers picked up various M16 rifles like Christmas trees and lay on the grass slope. According to the skillful defensive arrangement over and over again, the soldiers quickly got ready in their respective positions; a scattered defense line formed in this way was of course very effective to fight against the Russian infantry charge. But right in front of their sight. The one who appeared from the thin white mist was not the charge Ivan with a gun shouting, but one after another of the ferocious steel monsters!

"Bitch--Oliver, call the battalion quickly, we need more fire support!"

Just about a thousand meters away, there were more and more olive-green Russian tanks and big toad-like armored vehicles, and the fire and smoke of shelling were rising one after another. Lieutenant Pete, who was nestled behind the grass slope, slapped the contact liaison officer anxiously, and his hand wearing gloves knocked his helmet "bang bang" sound, "We can't stand so many tanks. Call the helicopter and rushed up quickly! And you, Charlie, where is your "spike" launcher?"

"Sir, I, when I retreated just now, fell on the road!"

"What?! You guy who hasn't woken up - forget it, let's lie down behind the slope!"

Resisting the urge to curse, Thomas Pete continued to lean tightly on the grass slope, raising his hand to wipe the sweat that flowed into his eyes.

Looking forward along the bottom of the helmet, the lieutenant saw the Russian tanks and armored vehicles opposite forming a hash line, and there seemed to be shadowy charge infantry behind him. He first grenades and placed them in a soft grass nest beside him, with m16 rifles flat on both hands. He aimed at the vaguely visible figures through the anvil hole, and then tried to pull the trigger twice.

"Paipa--"

As the clear gunshot sounded, the enemy was still far away at this time. Lieutenant Pete did this just subconsciously to find the actual combat feeling. He always felt that no matter how many targets were shot on the training ground, it was not the same as shooting at living people. But unexpectedly, with his gunshots, the soldiers thought the time had come, so they began to shoot aimlessly. For a moment, gunshots were loud on the grass slope, and he was so angry that he waved his hands and shouted:

"cea color-fire! -cea color-fire! At such a long distance, what are you doing? Are you shooting yourself with courage?"

As if in response to his words, he could only hear a dull explosion behind him. Lieutenant Pete turned around and saw a "Strick" blocking the pass being beaten up with white smoke. The cabin door suddenly opened, and two smoked figures popped out from inside.

Seeing the crew of "Strick" who had escaped death staggering to the ground and rolling, the lieutenant was still glad to the guys in the armored vehicle that the fire-fighting and explosion-repression systems provided by the arms dealers were really useful; however, the previous scrambled gun caused disaster to the soldiers of the mountain division. As the t-72bm tank was slightly adjusted and turned the gun, a fast-flying tail-steady grenade exploded with a "bang" near the grass slope!

Because the shell exploded in front of him, the soldiers lying on the back slope were not hit by the fragments, but were strongly shocked by the shock wave. Several soldiers closest to the crater were bleeding from their mouths and noses and died on the spot. Lieutenant Pitt, who was lying in the distance, was also disgusting.

Suddenly, the mountain soldiers of the 2nd Battalion maintained good combat qualities. After all, the 10th Mountain Division is one of the troops in the US that can fight tough battles. They continued to send some troops to defend the flanks and guard against the Ivans' roundabout attacks. Two FGM-114 Javelin anti-tank missile launchers on the front position have also completed the target lock. One after another, the Javelin missile flew away, and a T-72bm tank that rushed in the front was quickly hit one after another, and a dazzling explosion flash broke out.

At this moment, the vanguard troops of the Rangers 7th Regiment who received the order had arrived quickly along the highway. The m1a2 tanks with black bars and horse head logo quickly drove off the lower lane shoulders and dispersed to each other, forming a thick armored front with the m2a3 "Bradley" chariots following behind.

"Call the 'Stack'! Call the 'Stack'! The rear front is in place, and now evacuate from the original position immediately!"

"roger-that! - All members should take care of it, get on the bus and evacuate the position immediately! Laurie threw away the launcher and threw away my legs and ran away quickly!"

During the fierce battle, when Lieutenant Pete heard the order from the battalion headquarters, he climbed down the grass slope like an amnesty, holding the m16 rifle, and immediately boarded the train and evacuated, giving up this section that seemed easy to defend but difficult to attack, but could not stop the back slope of the Russian track.

When the last soldier jumped into the cabin, three "Stricks" immediately pulled these terrifying mountain infantry out of the front line and ran back. In front of the sparse woodland behind, "Abrams" and "Bradley" on the open side had already taken their place one after another, loaded into the chamber, preparing to face the head-on and head-on battle with the rushing Russian Ironflower.

One side charges with all its might, and the other side is ready; the marking line of the scope is already in place, and the shiny smoothbore gun muzzle is flashing coldly!

When the first t-72bm tank that rushed over the gentle slope crossed the back slope and then followed the armored front to tide over the mid-line of the battlefield, the American tank immediately launched the first round of artillery volley, then stepped on the accelerator and accelerated the charge forward. At this moment, the equal response speed between the two sides of the competition caused almost the same figures of fan-28n and "Apache" armed helicopters to appear in the sky on the north and south sides of the front.
Chapter completed!