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Chapter 39, A32 Tank
How to practice marksmanship like a sharpshooter?

Versailles saying: It is talent, talent is good, and you can shoot accurately as soon as you touch the gun, there is no way!

A more reliable statement: Three points depend on talent, and seven points depend on hard work.

It is mainly fed by bullets, hundreds of bullets are fired every day, and it takes less than a year to become small.

The Eighth Route soldiers can get a dozen or twenty rounds of ammunition on average.It's impossible to feed a sharpshooter with bullets, it depends on whether you have talent.

For example, those who were born as hunters and hunted in the mountains and forests since childhood have a good sense of guns and are the easiest to become marksmen.

Yuan Lang was bragging about some of the bullshit, fooling Zhang Dabiao.Anyway, there is nothing to do next, so bragging and resting for a while is what it should be.

Before, half an hour of intense running and fighting.

For him, a man who used to have no limbs and could not distinguish grains, it was really a physical exhaustion.

And on the battlefield where bullets are flying, no one knows where a bullet will come from, it will injure you, or even kill you.

For soldiers on the battlefield, the mental pressure is not so great.

"Who are your officers, I want to see your officers!"

Li Shoucheng, the battalion commander of the cavalry battalion of the puppet army who was being suppressed, yelled.His tone was full of anger and fear.

Anyone who was celebrating his birthday half an hour ago and became a prisoner half an hour later would not be any better than him.

"What are you yelling about!" Zhang Dabiao walked up to this person and looked at his attire: "It seems that your official title is not small, what position is it?"

"Li Shoucheng, Battalion Commander of the Independent Battalion of the Eighth Emperor's Association Mixed Brigade. Who are you, and which unit of the Eighth Route Army do you belong to?"

An entire cavalry battalion, with more than 300 horses, was wiped out by the Eighth Route Army in less than half an hour.

Even if he died, Li Shoucheng had to know at whose hands he died.

"The New Second Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, I am the first battalion commander Zhang Dabiao."

It is undoubtedly a kind of showing off to report one's name in front of the loser.

It's just that the loser in front of him is too vulnerable.It is difficult for Zhang Dabiao to get too much sense of accomplishment from him.

In the New Second Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, Li Shoucheng felt a little confused.He had heard of the number.

Some time ago, the Eighth Emperor's Association mixed brigade, swept with the Japanese Fourth Brigade, and fought with the New Second Regiment of the Eighth Route Army.

The Eighth Route of the New Second Regiment is not as powerful as it is today.

"Impossible, you are not the Eighth Route Army, how can the Eighth Route Army have so many machine guns?"

Li Shoucheng thought that Zhang Dabiao was lying to him. Don't think that wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army can pretend to be the Eighth Route Army.

Not to mention a battalion, even a regiment of the Eighth Route Army would not have so many machine guns.

Zhang Dabiao smiled smugly, no matter how knowledgeable the traitor is, he couldn't guess where all these machine guns came from.

"Take him down!"

Zhang Dabiao signaled to the soldiers on the side that he had no responsibility to explain to the dog traitor.

Let that guy take his brain out of the shoehorn and use it to consume some energy.

……

"Successful sign-in, Wanjia town raid, the place where the cavalry battalion of the puppet army was destroyed."

"Received the [Tank Driving] reward. Three Soviet-made A32 tanks, 300 rounds of shells, 7.62 rounds of 3mm machine gun ammunition. Fuel... accessories...."

tank?

Yuan Lang who signed in almost cried out, tanks and cannons are a man's romance.

In this battle, the sign-in got three tanks, which is really surprising.

He thought he would get some war horses, or cavalry weapons and equipment.

So, what is the Soviet-made A32 tank?
What is instilled in the mind is not only the driving method of the tank, the operation manual of the members, but also the information of the tank.

Speaking of the a32 tank, I am afraid few people can remember it.

But on this basis, I am afraid that few people do not know about another design, the famous t34 tank.

T34坦克定型于40年，A32坦克是在39年9月定型通过。

This tank is 5.92 meters long x 3 meters wide x 2.45 meters high.

The total weight of the battle is 19 tons, and there are 4 members. It can advance 65 kilometers per hour on a flat road.

Mileage - Fuel volume 320 km - 800 liters.

The main weapon is a 76.2mm cannon, and the secondary weapons are two 7.62mm machine guns.

The front uses 30mm sloped armor, which greatly enhances its protection.The side armor is also 13mm weaker.

Compared with the little devil's diced tank, this tank is already a giant.

After digesting the information in his mind, Yuan Lang thought for a long time.

The origins of the three tanks are barely explained. It would be enough to replace them with T34 tanks. After all, the Soviets haven't built many yet.

Three tanks can form a tank platoon, one tank per squad.

Fuel and ammunition are relatively sufficient. If you encounter a devil's tank, you will definitely be able to teach them how to behave.

The problem is, no one in the New Second Regiment knows how to use tanks except him.Moreover, can Li Yunlong keep the tank?
Two-thirds of the cavalry battalion's equipment had to be handed in, and the tanks might not even have a chance to keep warm, so they would be ordered to hand them in.

At that time, I will have nothing to do with Yuan Lang.

"It seems that the hole cards have to be taken out one by one." Yuan Lang said to himself.

Even if a tank is driven out, it has to be turned in after a battle.At any rate, it can be a good battlefield, and the sign-in rewards can be more valuable.

goooo...

Yuan Lang lowered his head and touched his stomach, it wasn't his screaming.

Monk Wei stood by and said, "It's my stomach that's growling. It's already noon, so I should be hungry."

"Let's go, let's go to the restaurant." Yuan Lang waved his hand vigorously, and led Wei Dayong towards the donkey meat restaurant that he had eaten last time.

The smell of the donkey's three pieces of coquettishness, in retrospect, is still that smell.

By the way, the puppet company commander who chased him last time seems to be dead, right?
How was the shopkeeper of that restaurant? Didn't he get embarrassed later?
The whole town was turned into a battlefield just now, and Yuan Lang still wanted to go to a restaurant to eat, but he was really big-hearted.

There was a knock on the door, but there was no movement inside.

"Is there anyone alive? We are the Eighth Route Army, and we will buy some donkey meat from you."

In the room, several people were shivering, not daring to breathe while pressing against the door.

Afraid of chaos!

No matter who is fighting these days, the unlucky ones are always the common people.

The Eighth Route Army does not steal or rob, but who knows if the people outside are the Eighth Route Army?

What if it was a traitor who lied to them?
"You lie on the crack of the door and take a look." The shopkeeper winked at the waiter's waiter.

Why don't you look at it yourself? He's afraid.

Also pointing to eating under the hands of others, Xiaoer boldly leaned on the crack of the door and glanced out, pleasantly surprised:
"The shopkeeper is the one from Balu who came to our place for dinner last time."

"Ah? Really." The shopkeeper quickly climbed up to take a look, and recognized Yuan Lang outside the door.

"Oh, it's a distinguished guest, quickly take off the board, don't keep the distinguished guest waiting for too long."

Several people started to take the boards in a hurry, and they were not afraid when they saw this master.

(End of this chapter)