Chapter 362: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 362 Tank Camp (2)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Yu Weichao's beloved Policy Research Office expanded once again.

Besides conducting serious and boring legislation for the natives of Ma La, their main work was staff work—such as calculating how much food a native army needed to carry for a 40-kilometer advance, how much fuel and ammunition an armored force needed for a ring-city suppression operation… all of which had to be calculated and estimated before departure…

Operations within a 40-kilometer radius seemed complex but were actually simple; if calculations went wrong—which happened often—there was no need to panic, as an armored vehicle stopping by the roadside or running out of ammunition was not fatal. Soldiers missing two meals or eating a bit more meat didn't matter—the natives were hardworking and enduring like poor and lower-middle peasants. And the "Jiangning people" had long been used to carrying chocolate and Type 54 Pistols on their person, with some even carrying Automatic Rifles…

Such low requirements also provided an excellent platform for training the "staff officers," at least for the recent period, soldiers rarely went hungry consecutively anymore.

The Ring City Highway had become as safe as the West River Water Fortress's private plot. Otherwise, the Ma La Elder Council wouldn't have wasted breath persuading Sir Kadwell to ban slave trading—banning the use of slaves and machinery in Ring City Highway construction was merely a euphemism.

Most of Ma La's Elders, though worried, still believed rational people wouldn't start hostilities at such a time, especially occupying a city-state—such behavior affecting the Temple War had a high chance of provoking retaliation, and once over a million troops appeared from the mountain foothills, those tall Earth Dragon Knights and Bird Knights would easily drown the Jiangning people's defenses…

For this very reason, Ma La's Nobles, while seriously defending the city, paid far more attention to the surrounding environment, with some even proposing to weaken city defenses and strengthen defenses outside the city…

But on this day, any wild theories lost their market.

Large numbers of Jiangning people and their "Heavy Armored Mounts" appeared outside the city, emitting rumbling sounds.

Vladimir, a Combat Skill Level 7 Knight of the Second Cavalry Regiment, stood on the Sacrificial Tower in the city center looking into the distance, barely suppressing his trembling heart, saying: "Heavier than their previous Heavy Cavalry."

Standing beside him was Gasa Ye, Council Chairman of the Elder Council, wearing a Grand Knight's robe trailing on the ground, magnificently garish, coldly asking: "Sir, what do you mean?"

Cavalry Regiment Commander Vladimir recited like counting treasures: "In the Jiangning people's words. They have two-wheeled Motorcycles, four-wheeled small Humvees, don't know what kind of horse, and Trucks either open-topped or wrapped in Mud Cloth, and finally Armored Vehicles."

He paused slightly, looked at the Elder Council Nobles standing behind the Chairman, shook his head inwardly, and said: "According to our intelligence, they only use two-wheeled Motorcycles within the West River Water Fortress, presumably a pure transportation Mount; four-wheeled Trucks, we've killed five or seven of them, very fragile, used as pack Mounts for their supplies. Four-wheeled small Humvees have considerable power, possibly their Light Cavalry, and the Armored Vehicles behind them resemble their Heavy Cavalry… but now…"

He pointed at the Tank below and said: "Look at the tracks on the ground; this thing is heavier than Armored Vehicles, so this is their Heavy Cavalry, their Combat Power has increased again."

Vladimir's words caused a stir of discussion.

The Generals all kept grim faces and said nothing, full of pessimism about the future. While the civil official Nobles and hereditary Elders had never truly gone to the battlefield, so they were generally optimistic.

"Didn't we destroy several of their Armored Vehicles? Their Heavy Cavalry must be very expensive; now they don't dare approach."

"In my opinion, their Heavy Armored Spearman are formidable; didn't Tuke die from their Javelins?"

"That's called a Missile; intelligence has already arrived."

"We have Dragon Beast Knights; look at the tracks below, their Armored Vehicle tracks aren't as deep as our Dragon Beast Knights. Even now, their Heavy Cavalry, whatever you call it, is only at the level of Dragon Beast Knights. A charge from one Heavy Armored Regiment could wipe them out."

"Dragon Beast Knights can't be mobilized; didn't you hear the Grand Knight of the Heavy Armored Regiment say the Temple War is about to begin?"

"We should request the Temple to launch a punitive expedition."

"Wait until the war ends."

"In my opinion, concentrate the Archers to destroy their Heavy Armored Spearman—that's the right way. Without Javelin soldiers, their Cavalry wouldn't dare approach the city walls."

"Wasn't it said that smashing the Hooves of those Armored Vehicles could destroy them? I looked at those Hooves, they're very fragile…"

"Their Retaliation is a bit troublesome; the Manors outside have been emptied, right?"

"We must guard against terrorist attacks inside the city; some low-born people listened to them and are causing trouble now."

Vladimir had long been utterly disappointed in these Nobles. What they said was either outdated news or outright fabricated lies, some even fabricated by his order and spread within the city to reduce panic…

Except for the first few days when the Ring City Highway station began, when Combat Skill Level Knights of the First and Second Cavalry Regiments, plus several Flag Bearers from Heavy Infantry Regiments, gathered and destroyed several Armored Vehicles, in all other sorties, losses kept increasing.

By today, no Knight dared appear on the city wall, and those Javelins specially made were mostly fired blindly.

Vladimir thought: Those Missiles, their soldiers using them were probably rookies, which was normal; things that looked expensive were naturally not wasted in training. However, their Heavy Javelin soldiers were getting more and more Accurate.

"Their Heavy Vehicles are turning." The Lookout shouted loudly, his voice gradually becoming terrified: "Their Turret, they have a Turret, the Turret is turning."

The West Continent also had Crossbow Cannons; at the "Panlin Fortress," the core of the Temple War, 3300 Crossbow Cannons built of steel were awe-inspiring, their power so great they could kill any Temple Knight approaching the city wall range, no Battle Qi was of any use.

Other Nobles probably thought of this too, worriedly saying: "A Cannon that thick should be slower, right?"

"Certainly." Everyone began to comfort each other.

"Be on strict guard." Chairman Gasa Ye ordered again.

Machine Cannons couldn't penetrate city walls, nor cause large-scale destruction, so although Ma La's Nobles were terrified, standing behind the city walls they weren't so afraid.

But the Type 59 100mm rifled Cannon wasn't as light as a double Heavy Machine Gun.

After a silent 1-minute wait, the artillery fire still hadn't arrived.

Because the Cannon crew inside the Tank was excitedly measuring distance, aiming, loading… adjusting position, re-aiming, re-measuring distance…

No way, Jiangning had not organized an Armored Tank Division, and soldiers including Special Forces, until retirement, had never fired even a single shot; all their training was conducted without ammunition, officers worried about accidents and always thought to minimize the number of times and time spent at the firing range, eventually eliminating it altogether. So let alone techniques like short-stop firing, even volley concentrated fire required retired veterans to coordinate for a long time… all thanks to the "Tank Jelly" Chen Yi gave them to eat, did they have the capital to fire slowly.

It really had been a long time!

About 15 minutes later, Hu Yang wiped the sweat from his head, picked up the Wireless Telephone, and ordered: "Prepare to fire, 5, 4, 3…"

The moment the word "1" left his mouth, an orange-red fireball lit up several meters ahead of the four Tanks—that was the Main Gun's muzzle flash!

The Car Body shook violently, to the extent that the Vehicle Commander had to grab onto things beside him to steady himself.

Rapid fire continued for 10 minutes, firing 100 Shells, averaging 2.5 shots per vehicle per minute, far below the highest standard of 7 minutes per shot, and the effect far exceeded the estimates of Ma La's Nobles.

The opposing city wall had at least collapsed into a 50-meter-wide ruined wall; if they charged with momentum, it would likely cause huge losses.

Hu Yang was also stunned, using the Wireless Telephone to ask: "Captain, should we continue bombardment?"

The Wheeled Armored Vehicles behind, eager to try, were also stunned; their mission was under the cover of bombardment to place 1-ton powerful Explosives to blow up Ma La's eastern city wall.

Now the city wall had already fallen; where would they place it?

Sun Ruihe, in charge of command, didn't have time to ask Chen Yi for instructions, and ordered on the spot: "Cannon Barrel cools for 5 minutes, resume bombardment."

"Yes." Hu Yang answered, then said embarrassedly: "Just now the brothers fired too happily, each vehicle only has 10 Shells left."

A base load of Shells for the Type 59 was 34 rounds; they had deliberately prepared a few extra before departure, but they couldn't withstand this kind of using the Tank Cannon like artillery to fire away.

"Bombardment in 5 minutes. First rapidly fire five rounds, then one shot per minute, covering the Armored Vehicles." Sun Ruihe spoke again.

Hu Yang didn't care, just stood under the ventilation fan, blowing the wind desperately, feeling so good he almost cried out. Because in the past there was a heroic Tank that, unable to turn on the ventilation fan, persisted in combat for two days and two nights, destroying over ten Enemy Army Tanks; therefore traditional Armored Forces required training soldiers in the "skill" of fighting without turning on the ventilation fan… a very beautiful formalism, torturing the soldiers until their toes ached.

One minute later, the armored vehicle also received the news: the designated explosion site was moved north by 500 meters.

"Prepare." The seven people inside the armored vehicle were all students from before the tenth session; the four led by Li Feng were tasked with taking the vehicle out to place powerful explosives.

According to the so-called Policy Research Office's plan, the executors of this mission could be Natives or Meixige Ren, but Chen Yi vetoed it.

Students who dare not even take the vehicle out are incapable of suppressing Natives and Meixige Ren; he demanded that the student army must be the bravest, not Natives or Meixige Ren.

Li Feng volunteered to carry out the mission.

Just as Chen Yi said, his disciple must also be the bravest student, so that he can suppress the other students.

The cannon fire of four tanks began as scheduled, accompanied simultaneously by twelve heavy machine guns and five machine cannons. The entire eastern wall was like a festival, flashing with clusters of white smoke and orange-red firelight. The sound arrived slightly later, merging into an impenetrable giant wave.

Twenty Milan Anti-tank Missiles watched hungrily, each person beside whom stood an observer—the West River Water Fortress's three Inspection Teams and the Native Company have yet to be equipped with Snipers; the only force resembling Snipers is the Village Tree Watch Squad, using selected Automatic Rifles. Whether dealing with thick-skinned cavalry, heavy infantry, or Temple Knights wrapped in battle qi, an accurate sniper rifle is not as good as a 12.7-millimeter heavy machine gun.

"Set out." Li Feng took a rough breath, sitting on a piece of powerful explosives larger than an Eight Immortals Table, and gave the order.

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