Chapter 193: They didn't give us heavy launchers for the infantry—what the hell am I supposed to use to fight tanks, piss on them?

Damn!

The outer defensive line won't hold!

Their tanks and armored vehicles can't be damaged at all; they're just turtle shells!

Seeing the outer defensive line about to be breached by the armored cluster, Zhou Kaidong on the rear position was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

He disregarded the hail of bullets, risking being shot to shreds, gritted his teeth, picked up the 40mm rocket launcher, and charged forward.

After closing in, he took aim and fired a rocket at that Type 59 tank.

The rocket whooshed and hit the tank's front armor, but it had no effect.

Although the Type 59 is a relatively outdated tank domestically, its front armor is 220mm thick, and even its thinnest side is 80mm thick—definitely not something a single 40mm rocket launcher can handle.

At that moment, the tank's machine gunner saw Zhou Kaidong brandishing the 40mm rocket launcher and scratching the tank, and instinctively turned the gun toward him.

The 12.7mm dual-purpose anti-aircraft machine gun sprayed flames like the Grim Reaper's scythe, sweeping toward him.

Two friendly soldiers on the left had already been killed, and it seemed Zhou Kaidong would be next.

Knowing he couldn't escape, he simply dropped the rocket launcher, raised his rifle, and prepared to launch a death charge.

Trade one for one, trade a pair for a pair!

What Zhou Kaidong didn't expect was that, the next second, the tank's machine gun suddenly fell silent.

Taking a closer look, the machine gunner's head on the tank was already emitting white smoke—had he been killed by a single shot?

Get out of here!

On the other side, Lu Yang crouched low, quickly changing his firing position, while shouting at Zhou Kaidong.

Realizing it was Lu Yang who had saved him, Zhou Kaidong gratefully lay on the ground and crawled backward to retreat.

On the position, First Platoon Leader Kang Changyi was still using bullets to scratch the armored vehicle, appearing extremely excited and fired up.

That's how war is: even though we know bullets are ineffective against armored vehicles, when we see the enemy advancing, we have no better weapon at hand.

All we can do is keep expending the ammunition on the position; it's a psychological comfort, and likewise a desperate measure.

Hold the line, brothers, hold it for me!

Persist, persistence is victory!

Kang Changyi lay behind cover, gripping the light machine gun, and shouted passionately.

He was covered in dust and grime, and indeed looked the part.

But Zhou Kaidong, who had just escaped death from the front and retreated, shouted at him angrily.

I'll fuck your grandmother, I'll fuck your mother!

How did you become platoon leader? When assigning weapons, why didn't you take anti-tank rocket launchers? It's all just those damn 40mm rocket launchers!

They didn't give us heavy launchers for the infantry—what the hell am I supposed to use to fight tanks, piss on them?

My 40mm rocket launcher is like cupping on them—hitting does nothing, can't even blow off the rusty tracks of their damn tanks!

I just don't get it—why didn't you take heavy artillery? Why, for such an important position, did you take so many 40mm rocket launchers?

That tank's gun barrel is bigger than my dick—what the hell are you letting me use to fight it, what the hell are you letting me use?

Zhou Kaidong's veins bulged on his forehead as he spat a mouthful of saliva at Kang Changyi.

Kang Changyi's eardrums were nearly shattered, so he pretended not to hear: "Now isn't the time to talk about this—hold the line, hold it!"

Zhou Kaidong, furious and exasperated, went to hit someone, but the Second Squad Leader firmly stopped him: "Don't act rashly, don't act rashly—rashness is the devil! First present a united front against the enemy; we can talk after the battle ends!"

The company commander will handle it, he will definitely handle it!

Seeing Kang Changyi's guilty face, Zhou Kaidong felt his lungs about to explode with anger!

After this drill ends, regardless of win or lose, he must give that son of a bitch a good show!

Usually messing up in training is bad enough, but during drills situations keep occurring—having such a commander let him loose on the battlefield is just harmful!

It's said that the enemy reconnaissance soldiers were able to infiltrate because they sneaked in from the defensive position held by their first platoon.

And when setting up the position, this guy arranged things however he pleased.

He assigned few people to important positions, and crowded the unimportant ones with many defenders.

As a result, the Sixth Company's commander almost got captured, and the instructor died in the artillery fire.

Now, there's been such a huge lapse in weapon allocation—it's simply intolerable.

Pah!

Even dragging a dog over would be more useful than you!

Zhou Kaidong spat fiercely at the ground, cursing as he ran back.

He wanted to find other platoons, other companies to borrow from, seeking a heavy rocket launcher capable of destroying tanks.

In the past, if Kang Changyi got scolded, he'd surely argue with him for three hundred rounds, but this time he didn't utter a word.

The reason he didn't prepare heavy artillery was because, when allocating weapons, he discovered several outer positions had been equipped with heavy weapons.

He thought, as long as the outer positions knocked out the tanks and armored vehicles, they'd only have to deal with infantry afterward, so he simply took all 40mm rocket launchers.

But he never expected that, in the previous battle, the enemy tanks first destroyed the friendly positions equipped with heavy rocket launchers, which left them helpless when facing the enemy's assault.

After all, it's still his mistake as platoon leader; if the unit had heavy rocket launchers, the current pressure would be much lower.

But now it's too late to say anything; the only way is to make up for the mistake as much as possible and recover the losses!

Hit, hit hard!

Kang Changyi's tone rose higher, his emotions more agitated.

It's as if, as long as his momentum rises, he could enchant the bullets.

Compared to his ineffective, self-motivating scratching, Lu Yang swiftly moved toward the enemy's flank.

He really couldn't damage the tanks and armored vehicles, but he could still hit the machine gunners on top and the infantry following behind the tanks.

On the battlefield, the role of armor is mostly as a mobile vehicle, a mobile fort; usually there are infantry squads following behind to facilitate seizing advantageous terrain.

Our position actually still has many minefields, and the anti-tank spikes have not been cleared; tanks wanting to continue advancing still need to rely on infantry to clear obstacles.

And this way, with infantry hiding behind tanks to advance together, is tactically called—infantry-tank coordination.

Finding a suitable position, Lu Yang quickly lay prone on the ground, aiming the muzzle of the captured Type 88 sniper at a distant target.

Bang!

The first shot missed!

But this was within Lu Yang's expectations.

This gun was captured from Guo Yongwen; different shooting habits caused the first shot to usually need adjustment.

Lu Yang lowered his head, dodging the incoming bullets, and quickly adjusted the gun.

Then he rolled laterally one meter, then peeked out again to aim and shoot.

This shot directly hit the machine gunner on a Type 63 armored vehicle.

At the same time, the armored vehicle's rear door opened, with infantry filing out, preparing to descend and seize the position.

But Lu Yang, like whack-a-mole, stayed in his position, picking them off one by one as they appeared.

He consecutively took out four enemies; the rest shrank inside the armored vehicle, not daring to come out, and even forcefully closed the rear door.

Seeing this, Lu Yang smiled, turned the muzzle and reaped several more enemies.

As a result, the enemy's infantry-tank coordination encountered serious problems.

The tanks' advance speed also slowed considerably, with one armored vehicle simply stopping in place.

Lu Yang's appearance posed a threat to the enemy infantry; at this point, armored vehicles were needed to provide cover to ensure infantry safety.

Lu Yang really liked this feeling of threatening the enemy on the battlefield and disrupting their offensive deployment.

"Yang Ge, dodge quickly!"

At this moment, Chen Panpan's loud shout came from not far away.

Lu Yang was startled, but saw several iron lumps falling toward him in a parabolic trajectory from the air.

"Damn it!"

Lu Yang grabbed his gun, turned and ran backward, then dove prone.

Boom—boom—boom!

Behind him, his previous position exploded into clouds of white smoke.

Lu Yang gulped, touched his head to confirm the smoke detector hadn't been triggered, then breathed a sigh of relief.

He had almost been blown sky-high by mortar fire; thanks to Chen Panpan's timely warning.

Indeed, on the battlefield one cannot be complacent for a moment, nor relax vigilance for a second.

Lu Yang quickly rose, gave Chen Panpan a thumbs-up to express thanks.

Chen Panpan also smiled; this was his first time receiving praise from the assistant squad leader, and he was a little excited.

"Move out of the way!"

At this moment, Zhou Kaidong came running from behind, carrying a PF89 120mm anti-tank rocket launcher.

He knelt on one knee to load ammunition, then immediately fired at the nearest tank.

With a boom, the tank spewed thick smoke indicating damage and stalled.

Seeing this, Lu Yang picked up the Type 40 fire on the position, using his legs as a vehicle to sprint at high speed, detouring around the side of an armored vehicle.

Half-kneeling on the ground, he shot at the rear of the armored vehicle, killing several infantry hiding in the back.

Then he switched again to the Type 88 sniper, slapped on a new magazine, and coordinated with the main force to sound the counterattack horn...