Even the PT-76M's armored vehicle can't withstand its machine guns, so letting them run away is to preserve their manpower.
To deal with this T-64B1M, we need to send an anti-tank team.
Compared to the Marder A3 infantry fighting vehicle, the main battle tank actually reduces the damage to personnel.
Faced with a tank's 7.62mm coaxial machine gun, or an infantry fighting vehicle's 20mm autocannon plus a 7.62mm machine gun, any normal person could make the right choice.
Including Cohen himself, they now have four anti-tank teams.
Even if one or two are shot down by machine guns, the rest can still destroy this steel beast.
Yes, a very low-spec version of a saturation attack.
It is specifically designed to target tanks that are single-unit tanks without wingmen or infantry fighting vehicles.
Poor Xia Yu, the PMC empire's expansion hadn't even begun before it was already withering away.
"Boom!"
Not far away, a PT-76M was shot down on the spot while it was fleeing.
Is this some kind of "wanting to take two people down with you even when you die" mentality?
"Run! And what are you all standing there for? Start shooting!"
After Cohen finished shouting, he threw down the walkie-talkie and snatched the mixed-race child directly from the orderly's hands.
"Thump~~"
The launch canister cover was thrown off, and the 9M115 anti-tank missile inside was launched.
The distance was less than 500 meters, so there was no need for the drive-by-wire system. The mixed-race vehicle rushed straight at the T-64B1M, just like a son rushing towards his father.
Xia Yu admits that he has a mixed-race godson, but what is this "mixed-race son" all about?
He's never dated a Russian woman, so it's definitely not his.
"Boom!"
The explosion's flames once again engulfed the vehicle, and the hybrid missile, having failed in its search for its kin, crashed headfirst into the side of the T-64B1M's turret.
The three people inside the car felt their heads buzzing, as if they were standing inside a bronze bell and had been struck by it.
"Mongoose, is it dead? If not, there's another one at three o'clock, target P03."
"Yes, commander!"
"Boom!"
After recovering, Hans fired again, destroying the third (the seventh overall) PT-76M.
Outside the car, the atmosphere froze for a moment, especially for Cohen, who was still carrying the launch pad.
What happened?
Anti-tank missiles can't penetrate tanks?
Here's the situation: this is an AT-7 hybrid, not the later upgraded AT-13 hybrid M type, and its armor penetration thickness is a paltry 460mm.
The sharp blade counterattack absorbed most of the damage, so Xia Yu and the others in the cabin were only a little uncomfortable.
Only a strong, mixed-race m would be enough to give them a run for their money.
However, Panaka didn't know that Bomatou had main battle tanks!
The inventory clearance only provided AT-7s; the remaining AT-13s were to be kept to deal with Busa's T-64B1Ms.
This put Cohen in a terrible position; he felt like a piece of shit, someone anyone could come and stomp on and praise their good luck.
"Quickly, take it down with the competition."
Cohen threw away the launcher and picked up the walkie-talkie again to issue commands.
The competition is much heavier than this hybrid, not only with a larger propellant charge but also a longer range.
Its power should be enough to take down this damn T-64B1M!
Cohen pinned his last hopes on the competition, but as the saying goes, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment; his hopes were dashed.
"Thump~~"
The competition missile, which was placed on the ground, ejected its launch tube cover again, and the missile body inside, connected to a long wire, flew out.
Previously, due to the distance being too far, and Xia Yu using smoke grenades, the competition failed to destroy Weasel A3.
But today, the distance was so close that the gunner had no control over the trajectory, and the missile hit the other side of the T-64B1M turret.
"Boom!"
The three people inside the car felt as if they had been hit by a rugby player.
"Commander, will they ever stop?"
Hans asked, wearing a mask of pain.
He was doing well with his tanks, but there were always overconfident people harassing them.
"Damn it, they're delaying my money-making. Let's take care of them with the machine gun first."
Blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents, and Xia Yu was furious.
He initially ignored them, thinking they were just outdated guys like competitors and old mixed-race individuals, relying on his thick armor.
Who would have thought that his tolerance would be met with such reckless provocation? That was truly intolerable.
"Honey badger, turn around! Mongoose, prepare to fire!"
"Yes, double the tank length!"
Upon receiving the order, the two men quickly sprang into action, and the coaxial machine gun, which hadn't been heard firing since arriving in Bomatu, began spitting fire.
"Da~da~da~da..."
The team that had just fired became the first to fall victim to gunfire.
Under Xia Yu's leadership, Hans revived his family's traditional craft, even if he was using a Soviet-made PKT machine gun.
"Run!"
Seeing the turret sweeping in their direction, Cohen led the way in fleeing.
He survived last time, and he'll survive this time too...
"Da~da~da~da..."
A burst of 7.62mm bullets "hypnotized" Cohen and his orderly into a sleep from which they would never wake up.
May he be able to use a cornet, or a javelin, or a red arrow in his next life.
These missiles either have sufficient penetration depth or can directly attack the top, making it easy to destroy this T-64B1M.
If Xia Yu can find the money that Cohen "promised," he will most likely order a batch of paper offerings from domestic paper craftsmen to burn.
If he can't find one, so be it. His contract is worth millions of US dollars, and time is still very tight.
Five or six hundred bullets were fired, and all four anti-tank teams were wiped out, but the remaining three PT-76M crews could not be found either.
With no other option, Xia Yu opened the hatch and deployed the third Inspire 2 disposable drone of the day.
He usually keeps one on each vehicle, carries one with him, and stores a dozen or so in containers to replenish normal wear and tear.
As for retrieving them and repairing them using the system, the price of one high-explosive shell can buy one tank, and one armor-piercing shell can buy three tanks, but the time required is the opposite.
The time spent preparing a drone can print dozens of artillery shells.
For consumer-grade drones, wholesale purchase is fine; only military drones that require runways for takeoff and landing are worth refurbishing.
Xia Yu really wanted to own one, but there wasn't much wreckage or scrap left from the battlefield, and manpower and space were also problems. He would consider it after the company expanded!
"Waaah~~"
The drone, which had only flown once (as a test flight), took to the air again, and its short lifespan began its countdown.
"Target P04 spotted!"
Ascending to 150 meters, Xia Yu could see the PT-76M hiding behind the building.
It must be said that technology changes lives, and tactics evolve with the times.
In the blink of an eye, the second half had entered garbage time.
"Mongoose, load one grenade!"
Xia Yu issued another order.
He was curious to know how effective the T-64B1M's grenades were against light tanks, since they could take down a BTR-60.
Completely unaware that they had been outflanked by target P04, the crew members seemed to be praying for their survival.
"Boom!"
Unfortunately, unlike in the movies, God is not Black.
There are only two targets left. Let Kuhn and his team enter the game!
Xia Yu turned on the radio and called on friendly forces to clear the battlefield.
"So, it became your spoils of war?"
An hour later, Xia Yu and Kuhn stood in front of an empty PT-76M.
"Yes, the three of them were terrified, so they turned off the engine, got out of the car, and ran away."
The second-to-last target was eliminated, and P06 witnessed the entire process.
Not wanting to get crushed like them, they ran away decisively.
"There's a kind of beauty in industrial waste, even though Dongfang also used it."
Kuhn commented as follows.
Even frontline soldiers will complain if the equipment is unusable.
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