Chapter 1492 Tank Troops Advancing (Second Update, Please Subscribe)
For many "heroes" in the occupied areas, loyalty to the empire is often utilitarian, which is also the fundamental reason why they would defect to the empire.
Throughout history, there have always been so-called "talented people who know the current affairs", both big and small. Of course, the empire welcomes these people who know the current affairs with open arms.
After all, the most important thing for the occupying forces is the support of the locals, no matter what their purpose is. Even if their purpose is not pure, it does not matter.
As long as there are people willing to stand up and support the Empire's occupation of this place, then they are friends of the Empire, regardless of the so-called loyalty to the Empire.
Even if you tell this to ghosts, they won’t believe it.
However, the occupying forces and the occupied are often playing games between them that are clear to everyone.
Of course, this game between occupiers and occupied has nothing to do with the vast majority of imperial soldiers.
For ordinary officers and soldiers, they don't need to think about anything in the rear. When they are on the battlefield, life becomes simpler, nothing more than fighting and obeying. According to the orders of the superiors, they either attack, defend, or station.
Before the spring of 1996, hundreds of thousands of American and Ming troops were fighting on the edge of the mountains and forests in the border area between California and Oregon.
As the ice and snow melt, the battle that has been dormant for a winter is bound to erupt in a more violent way...
In the woods, more than a dozen Type 18 tanks were parked quietly, but the tank soldiers were not idle. Tanks are impressive to drive, but maintenance is even more difficult.
While the officers and soldiers were maintaining the tank, Zhao Jie, who was sitting on a mat, was writing a combat log. After briefly writing a summary of the battle, he put the pencil and the combat diary into the cowhide bag hanging behind his waist.
Then he stood up, stretched, and then shook his arms and shoulders while watching the tank crews in the company maintaining their tanks.
Lu Daqiang, the commander of vehicle No. 3, was squatting on the front armor plate of the tank, checking the gearbox on the gearbox inspection port. That is one of the most vulnerable parts of the tank. Basically, every 100 to 200 kilometers, there will always be gear failures due to excessive wear.
This problem is very common, because on the battlefield the driver needs to constantly switch gears, and the wear of the gears caused by the clutch not being in place is inevitable. After continuous wear, it is easy to cause the engine to stall. And when you are unlucky, if the engine stalls on the battlefield, the tank will just lie down and become a passive target. Not to mention that it can't withstand the attack of field artillery and anti-tank guns, even a few infantrymen using "Thor's Hammer" can knock the tank down.
Fortunately, the No. 3 crew was experienced and despite several problems with the gearbox, they managed to avoid the tank breaking down. Nevertheless, it still needed to be repaired as soon as possible, but there was no time.
But then again, even if he was given time he wouldn't be able to solve the problem, because the parts they needed were all on the transport vehicles in the rear, and they were out of touch with the rear because they moved too fast.
However, God bless them, a few hours ago, they encountered a US military car transport convoy. After a burst of firepower, they successfully destroyed the convoy and turned twenty-six cars into torches and scrap metal.
However, to their surprise, several of them were actually the 16th Model Jiefang 5-ton trucks produced in the Empire. This was extremely lucky, because the engine, gearbox and other parts of the Type 18 tank were all taken from the 16th Model Jiefang 5-ton trucks. In other words, as long as they disassembled the car, they could get most of the replacement parts, so the few relatively intact trucks were turned into a pile of parts.
Thanks to the efforts of the tank soldiers, they obtained a batch of engine parts and gearbox parts, so Zhao Jie and his troops finally obtained valuable parts and were able to take time to complete the work that should have been completed long ago.
Not just one crew, but all crews in the entire armored company were doing the same thing. Because everyone in the company knew that the tank was their warhorse, and if they wanted to win the battle, they had to maintain it carefully. After all, no one wanted the tank to break down in battle and then lose their lives because of this stupid reason.
"Ah Hu, hand me the wrench..."
Taking the tools handed over by his comrades, Lu Daqiang once again entered the tank cabin and started working on the engine.
"Dacheng, try again..."
Lu Daqiang turned around and shouted to his comrade in the driver's seat.
“Ga ga…dong dong…dong…”
With a roar of engine startup, the engine began to run steadily.
"Dacheng, try stepping on the accelerator a few times."
Lu Daqiang shouted again.
"Normal, there should be no problem."
To Lu Daqiang's ears, the roar of the engine running normally was simply the most wonderful sound.
"You guys have fixed it. Great job, Daqiang. When can we set off?"
Lieutenant Zhao Jie, who had been waiting nearby, shouted loudly.
"Any time."
Ten minutes later, the fully revived armored company drove out of the woods again. In the open area on the roadside ahead of them, there were burning truck wreckages everywhere, and the air was filled with a choking smell of burning. The American trucks were now only blackened skeletons, and some of them were still smoking.
Pools of bright red blood could be seen everywhere around the wreckage, with corpses scattered around some of the bloodstains. The wreckage of the car and the bodies of the soldiers told people a tragic story.
In fact, when this US military convoy was attacked by the armored company, the US soldiers in the convoy also fought tenaciously, but... their fight was destined to end in tragedy. After all, cars can never be a match for tanks, and the rifles in their hands cannot threaten tanks.
"Keep going, our goal is Anderson Bridge,"
Zhao Jie, who was standing on the seat with half of his body exposed, looked at the map and shouted to the driver Fang Guoyong, whose head was exposed.
That bridge was the only railway bridge within a radius of 100 kilometers, and it was also the only bridge that could support the passage of tanks. Their goal was to occupy the bridge first before the US military destroyed it.
According to intelligence, the American troops guarding the bridge consisted of only one company, a National Guard unit at that, which was not worth mentioning at all. Sending out an armored company was simply an overkill!
However, even so, Zhao Jie still seemed very cautious. After all, the Americans had already figured out how to attack tanks. Things like Thor's hammer, anti-tank guns, or even a wine bottle filled with gasoline hitting a tank would be enough to cause them a lot of trouble.
As for anti-tank mines, they are becoming more and more common. A few days ago, the battalion commander's car was blown into the sky by a heavy anti-tank mine.
However, although Zhao Jie was very cautious, he did not expect that just as he led his company towards the target, a crisis was slowly approaching his armored company.
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(End of this chapter)
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