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In all fairness, the Mark IV tank has many problems, but this does not prevent it from becoming a dazzling boy in World War I, especially on the battlefield with complex terrain.

"Start the engines! John!" cried Captain Edward Kenway.

"Yes, sir!" The driver sitting in the front section of the tank slammed the bar in front of him, and then the horizontal engine in the middle of the tank began to roar, several pistons began to reciprocate, and a steady stream of power passed through the two rear ones The transmission came out, and after a shock, the 28-ton behemoth with two 57mm guns and four Hatchkiss machine guns began to move slowly.

"Keep up the speed, let's wait for the order!" The captain pushed open the observation window on top of the tank, and the sound of gunfire on the distant horizon was loud.

"Sir, what happened, why did you suddenly attack?" the loader of the 57 gun on the right asked curiously.

"I don't know, but I have a feeling that we can achieve a major breakthrough today!"

"Hey, Edward, you're babbling again!" Another Mark tank drove over, and a captain without a military cap and a jacket exposed his head from the observation window behind Mark, hehe laughed.

"Shut up! Bakyan, if you don't talk, then you are considered dumb!" Captain Edward pushed his big-brimmed hat angrily, and then said, "Why, you didn't have a nightmare today?"

"Nightmare? I've been doing it every day since the Battle of the Somme, but you're right, today is the end, so for me, the nightmare will end here today!" The tank called Bakyan Long talking, he took out a small jug from his pocket and took a sip of whiskey.

"Dududu..." With the sound of gunfire, there were more intense shouts of killing and the whistle of the officer.

"Here comes the order, good luck, Bakyan!"

"Of course, brother, we'll see you in another world!"

More than a dozen Mark tanks slowly lined up in a row. After the second whistle, Captain Edward Kenway's Black Beth took the lead and drove out of the bunker.

"Wow, sir, do we have gods here?" Driver John saw that on the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, two of his own personnel were resisting the artillery attack from the German army.

"Don't worry about anything else, support them in the past!"

"Filled!"

"Stop, fire!"

The dark-painted black Bess did not attract much attention on the noisy battlefield, so the two 57 guns easily cut off four or five firepower points, and then the German army woke up like a dream.

"Attack the tank, attack the tank!" The field artillery, who just aimed the muzzle at Fisher, had to shout his horn and turn the cannon. At this time, Fisher and Diana had already entered the German army. trenches.

"Death to the Lord!" Fisher grabbed the rifle with the bayonet and stabbed to death an officer wearing a pointed helmet, then released the rifle and pulled out the revolver stuck in his chest and Luger at his waist.

In narrow trenches, a short pistol will always be more powerful than a long rifle.

After a burst of shots, there was no one alive in the trenches near Fisher.

Then Fisher took out the one-handed hammer that Paradise Island had made for him, picked up a grenade bag at his feet with his left hand, and rushed towards the depths of the trench.

Fisher, who was wearing goggles and had iron armor strapped to his chest, startled the Germans first with his peculiar outfit, and smashed the warhammer with guns, not to mention the helmet, a German The officer was still trying to yell for the reservists to push out more Maxim machine guns, and then a hammer slammed behind him, sending the officer several meters away, while those Maxim and the shooter hadn't yet. In response, the grenade with green smoke landed at their feet.

After two fierce men, both related to God, rushed into the trenches and confronted ordinary German troops, the formation of the Germans was stirred into a pot of porridge, especially when Fisher carried the 1895 and dropped smoke bombs from time to time, and then stared at it. With the officers fighting, the German army was soon in a mess because the soldiers couldn't find the officers.

As for Diana, she was even more brave. Whether it was a machine gun or a rifle, it couldn't stop the sword and shield in her hand. She even cut off the barrel of a field gun with her shield.

"Retreat, retreat!" At this moment, the frightened German army was like the Japanese army seeing Yan Shuangying in the anti-Japanese drama, leaving dead bodies all over the ground ready to retreat, but at this time the coalition forces had already rushed forward, and the two sides directly entered a fierce hand-to-hand battle. If you want to get out, you can't get out at all.

"Diana, follow the tank, follow the tank!" After rendezvous with his Anzac Army, Fisher found Diana, who was a real soldier. The German headquarters was still in the town behind the trenches. Those who were enslaved Belgian civilians were there as well as a bunch of high-level commanders.

"No, they're too slow, I'll go first!" Diana glanced at the tank that was still crossing the trench, shook her head, then jumped up and rushed to the rear of the battle line.

"Damn, keep up, keep up!" Fisher grabbed Steve by the collar and pulled him off the ground.

"Can you still fight?"

"certainly!"

After converging a small force, Fisher called Edward's tank company, and the two sides joined forces and advanced to the town.

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"Counterattack, counterattack, you must take back the position!" The German division commander was in a cold sweat at the moment. He knew that the army director was not far behind him. If the allied forces broke through, the division commander would not dare to think about it.

"Where's the tank, give me our tanks, the Spitfire, and the Stormtroopers, we must take back the position immediately!"

The desperate German army mobilized all available personnel, including the lightly wounded in the hospital and logistics, as well as several German self-developed a7v tanks and captured British Mark tanks, and launched a counterattack against the coalition forces outside the town.

"Enemy tanks! Fire!" On the narrow road outside the town, Edward Kenway's company and the German armored unit came face to face.

"Fire!" The 57th gun on the right opened fire first, firing a semi-armor-piercing projectile that accurately hit the frontal armor of the a7v.

"Dang!" With the crisp sound of impact, a group of sparks exploded, and then the unharmed a7v slowly drove out from the smoke.

"Load, hurry!"

boom! There was another gunshot, but this time it wasn't a British gun, but a 57mm a7v gun. The shell accurately hit a British Mark and penetrated the latter.

"No!" Seeing the thick black smoke coming out of the Mark, the remaining British tanks fired again at the same time, and the fierce exchange began.

After a tragic exchange, there were only four Marks left on the British side, including Captain Edward Kenway's Black Beth, while the Germans still had two a7vs and a Mark tank.

"Turn left, turn left! Bakyan, we can't beat them head on, attack them from the side!" Edward, who was roaring, sloganed at the friendly army, and then the British army began to divide into two directions, and the tanks broke down the walls of the town and house, trying to outflank.

"Steve, go and help Diana, give me that Mark!" Fisher picked up a 1918 anti-tank rifle from the corpse, and nimbly shuttled through the alley, dodging the Mark's machine gun The strafing, and finally found a favorable shooting position.

"Bang!" The 13mm caliber half-flange bottle shell easily penetrated Mark's back armor. The fragmented shrapnel killed the loader who was loading the shell, scratched the shooter's face and hit the engine of Mark's tank. Cylinder burst.

The terrified German armored soldiers had just pushed open the escape door and were about to run away, but Fisher, who had changed bullets, fired another shot.

The blood mist that erupted made the remaining German soldiers walk on thin ice, and they didn't stay still when they ran. It wasn't until the commander tremblingly took out the white flag from his pocket, stretched it out of the car and shook it. tone.

After getting the Mark, Fisher hurried off to help the remaining British tanks.

"There's one left, Beth, good girl, hold on!" Captain Edward touched the hot engine beside his hand, his eyes full of pleading, as the driver, John, was driving away with all his might, trying to avoid the rear. The a7v was chasing after the group. Just now, four of their tanks killed an a7v at the cost of losing two. Now only Bakyan and Edward are left to fight against the last a7v.

"Sir, we're out of the way!" The driver who was running the tank suddenly shouted.

"Damn!" In front of Hebeth was a brick warehouse, and her horsepower was simply not enough to propel the building.

"Back up, back up!"

"Enemy Tank!"

"No!" Captain Edward looked at the a7v that was turning at the rear, and roared unwillingly. The two shooters also worked hard to call back the muzzle, trying to fight to the death.

Seeing that Black Beth was about to be destroyed, at this moment, Mark of Bakyan suddenly crashed into the wall and then crashed into a7v.

The two behemoths whined at the same time, but the result was tragic for Bakyan. His tank broke a track and killed two members.

"Bakyan, leave now!" Edward was stunned when he saw the a7v trying to get the shooting range by reversing the car, but Bakyan not only didn't listen to him, but got out of the tank, raised his pistol, and shot at the a7v stand up.

What responded to him was the fireworks of the 57mm naval gun.

"Shoot, shoot!" Black Beth, who had no time to grieve, roared again. This time, the 57mm shell she fired penetrated the a7v, killing four or five members.

"Quick, keep loading!"

This time a7v and Black Beth fired at the same time, and the two sides penetrated each other again.

"John? John?" The blood-stained Captain Edward struggled to get up from the seat, but what he saw was the tragic death of the members in the car. The driver's head was slashed by shrapnel, and the two gunners were both in the back. , and he himself had a finger and half of his leg amputated.

"Good girl, thank you!" Colonel Edward stretched out his intact hand, caressed Black Beth's hot engine, and took out his self-defense revolver.

"Come on, Germans, I won't let this tank fall into your hands!" Hearing German from outside, Captain Edward raised his pistol and aimed it at the hatch.

"Bang bang bang..." Suddenly, a loud gunshot sounded, and then Captain Edward heard the hatch being knocked twice.

"Are there any survivors inside, I'm Colonel Lawrence!"

It may be 4,000 words tomorrow, because I have an exam, and I can't start until the afternoon.