Chapter 397： Supply station

In the small tank turret, Tony gobbled a compressed cookie into his mouth.

Being able to eat in a seemingly safe place is already a very enviable thing on this kind of battlefield.

Next to Tony, the gunner is using his sight to monitor the movement in the distance, which is equivalent to guarding. Although his field of vision is limited, it is better for someone to watch than no one.

"It's your turn." Before the biscuits in Tony's mouth could be swallowed, he said vaguely, "Hurry up!"

At this time, Tony and the gunner were very envious of the driver sitting in front of them. The driver can always relax and enjoy his food. After all, there are people who help to watch, and he doesn't need to operate weapons, so he looks quite relaxed.

The gunner nodded, and took the canned starch that had been unscrewed on the side in his hand, and started to enjoy his own food with a small folding fork.

Where they are now is a forward position close to the demon forces. Any turmoil will cause a fierce battle, so everyone is very careful and handles every detail carefully.

There are grenadier positions on the periphery of the armored forces, but they don’t have to worry about a surprise attack. But there are endless patterns of demons, and it is better to be careful in everything than to be careless.

Although the protection level of the t-72 tank is not high in modern tanks, and can even be described in a more general way, it still exists against the sky in this world.

It can provide almost three hundred and sixty degrees of strong defensive capabilities, giving all soldiers operating this tank with strong confidence.

Being inside this tank, naturally there is a feeling of very safe, at least from the beginning of the war until now, there has not been a T-72 tank that has been destroyed by the demon forces.

"It's cold, and I don't have a chance to heat it up." The gunner complained while chewing on the canned starch.

They have advanced for more than 30 kilometers today, and encountered sporadic resistance from some demon forces, which did not cause them any trouble.

Ailan Hill's attacking forces have dispersed very far, and from time to time, the armored reconnaissance vehicles can be seen turning back to the original path to provide the tank troops with some specific information nearby, as well as the number and deployment position of the enemy.

These light armored reconnaissance vehicles have strong combat capabilities, and the 20mm Vulcan cannon equipped on the vehicle body can also deal with some scattered demons.

They often go out to places 10 kilometers or even 20 kilometers away from the main force. While investigating, they will also easily eliminate some lone enemies.

"Some are good." Tony swallowed the compressed biscuits in his mouth, took a sip of water, tightened the lid of the kettle, hung it on the hook of the inner wall of the tank turret, moved in front of the periscope, and looked around.

Several armored vehicles loaded with soldiers drove from the rear. Soldiers holding weapons sat on these tracked armored vehicles. They did not jump down and disperse until the armored vehicles stopped.

Some soldiers lighted cigarettes on the leeward of the armored vehicles, while others joined the surrounding defense lines.

They were all left behind by hitchhiking, and they were with the soldiers who covered Tony and his crew.

As these armored vehicles arrived together, there were a few more cars. There are jeeps and six-wheel trucks.

There is a temporary welded iron shelf above the front engine compartment cover of the jeep. On this iron shelf, there are fuel tanks neatly arranged side by side.

The soldiers sitting in the car jumped off as soon as the car stopped, and then they took the heavy oil drums from the engine compartment cover of the jeep and started to run towards the t-72 tanks hidden everywhere.

"Supply is here!" Seeing these soldiers carrying oil drums, Tony relaxed. The logistics force arrived, which means they can get more ammunition and fuel.

"Crack!" Lifting the hatch above his head, Tony leaned out half of his body and took a breath of smoke-smelling air, making the whole person feel more comfortable.

"Come down and help!" Several soldiers of the logistics unit carrying oil drums, carrying Mauser 98k rifles, walked heavily to Tony's tank, shouted loudly, and put one of the fuel tanks under their feet. , Unscrewed the lid on the other fuel tank by hand.

Tony motioned for the driver to open the fuel tank on the tank body. He drilled out of the tank's turret and jumped onto the engine compartment cover behind the tank to help fill the tank.

"The car that transports the shells is here too! Replenish the ammunition in a while! We are ordered to build a new supply base near here! You need your help!" Pouring the oil drums, dumping the diesel into the tank of the T-72 tank, logistics The staff grinned and said.

Originally, in order to increase the range of the t-72 tank, there were two external fuel tanks at the rear of the t-72 tank.

However, because the battle has been going on all the time, the external fuel tanks have been removed, leaving only the semi-circular fixing device for the external fuel tank, exposed there.

Tony helped to pour the diesel into his tank by carrying the oil drum, because a full tank of diesel was very heavy without saying a word, and it was still very difficult to lift it alone.

At this time, there was another rumble of cannons on the distant horizon. Ailan Hill's artillery began to attack again.

The front has just stopped for less than an hour, and the artillery troops with increasingly higher mechanization have once again shown their sense of existence, unwilling to be lonely.

As the shelling became more and more intense, it was even hard to hear the explosions of the shells, and the explosions became a piece of sound, and the rumblings were not real.

More cars drove into this clearing. At this time, Tony finally emptied the fuel tank in his hand and handed the empty fuel tank back to the tank, waiting for the logistics support staff to retrieve the fuel tank.

A truck next to each other stopped on the side of the road, and some soldiers had begun to set up tents in the core area.

Armored tank maintenance vehicles and simple cranes have already arrived here, and many people have begun to unload various types of ammunition from the truck's compartment.

The traffic man shook his hands, shouting one after another. The heavy vehicles began to park according to the designed position, and a huge tent not far away was already supported.

While the tent was being erected, someone had already buckled the camouflage net on the top of the tent. The camouflage net full of rags is very effective, and the tent instantly blends with the surrounding vegetation.

The entire supply base soon began to take shape, and Tony had to get back into his tank and ordered the tank to be launched to make room for the subsequent supply vehicles.

Trucks loaded with ammunition drove over from the nearby road one after another. Several tents had been set up. Some vehicles rushing to pick up the ammunition caused traffic congestion, but the situation soon changed from chaos to orderly .

Several cranes with modified M4 tank cards began to work, and a covering helicopter was hovering in the sky, and at this time it also began to return.

A quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft missile launch vehicle hurried over took over the work of the helicopter and was responsible for ensuring the absolute safety of the nearby airspace.

"You said why there are so many vehicles..." Seeing more and more vehicles gathered, the gunner said with some emotion, holding his tin can.

Tony leaned against the hatch, looked at the lively frontier supply station in the distance on the slightly bumpy T-72 tank, shook his head and said, "I turned out to be a TV seller. How could I know that these things are all? Where did it come from."

"It turns out that we are still fighting with swords." The gunner laughed mockingly, poured all the salty canned starch into his mouth, threw the can out of the tank, and slammed into the waterway.

"Yeah, three years ago, I never even thought that one day I would go to the battlefield and fight the demons." Tony said with emotion, "Now, I command such a powerful tank to fight!"

"You said, such an advanced tank, is it very slow to produce?" The gunner tapped his increasingly favorite T-72 tank twice, and then casually chatted.

Tony laughed: "Not necessarily? Maybe in Serris's factory, producing a tank is as easy as producing a piece of clothing!"

"You really dare to think about it!" The artillery commander obviously didn't believe it, shook his head and smiled and said to Tony.

Tony didn't refute, and he still said to himself: "Maybe there will be machinery that will automatically produce this kind of tanks, one after the other... even the workers are not needed."

"Your imagination...it's a pity not to write a novel." The gunner was amused by Tony's guess, leaning on the slightly bumpy seat, shaking his head and laughing.

Of course he would not have thought that TV salesperson Tony said so casually, in fact, he told the truth in a straightforward manner.

Ailan Hill's weapon production is indeed madly developing towards full automation. Soon, the time to produce a T-72 tank will be compressed to an unimaginable point.

In the distance, a motorcycle galloped up, and the soldiers in the car began to yell very far from Tony's tank.

Tony took off his earphones and heard the opponent riding a motorcycle loudly reminding the tank company where Tony was advancing: "Demon forces are found ahead! Lots! Ready to fight!"

"Slow down!" Tony put on the headphones again and commanded: "Watch your surroundings! The grenade...load!"

The gunner pressed a button on the automatic loader, and the automatic loader selected a grenade and quickly loaded it into the barrel of the t-72 tank.

"Keep the battle formation! Pay attention to cover each other!" In his headset, the company commander's command also passed over. All the T-72 tanks immediately adjusted their positions and soon formed a wedge-shaped offensive formation covering each other.