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Chapter 4201 Sneak Attack on Tanks

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    At night, sporadic gunshots and the explosion of grenades came from the position from time to time.  A Moroccan officer paced back and forth anxiously, "What on earth do these guys want to do? They fire several times every few minutes and throw grenades. Don't they take a rest? What's wrong with them?"

    "Maybe it's just a psychological tactic, to show that they have enough ammunition. In fact, there is no need to worry at all. When it gets bright tomorrow, we will reorganize our formation and give them a group charge. No matter how much ammunition they have, what will happen?" Another officer shook his head and said  , "Only these lunatics would be stupid enough to use infantry to resist two armored regiments."

    "But it took us a whole day not to capture Vitampol, and we also lost several tanks. Did you hear that? In the afternoon round of shelling, the commander of the 2nd regiment was killed by their artillery. I don't even know.  Do you dare to think about what will happen tomorrow?" The officer sighed, "Do you have a cigarette? This night, I can't stand it without a cigarette."

    "We have finished firing them a long time ago." Another officer shook his head, "These bastards will probably fire off guns, throw grenades and mortars at random all night long. Just to prevent us from having a good night's sleep."

    "But if this happens, won't they themselves be unable to sleep? Could it be that they haven't slept all night and still want to fight against our tanks with their flesh and blood bodies? Are these people mentally ill?" the officer scolded fiercely.  He said, "Forget it, I'll go over and do a patrol."

    After waiting for a while, the officer came back. Another officer asked him, "How was the inspection?"

    "There is nothing. The shooting place is almost 3 kilometers away from here. God knows what these people are thinking. Maybe they just want to disturb us. I almost want to go inside the tank and squint for a while."

    The oily air, the swaying suspension seats, and the sweaty cockpit are all better than making noise here.  The officer shook his head, "These damn Western Saharans."  "

    The two of them were still grumbling, but they didn't notice that a group of black people in the distance had quietly bypassed them and headed directly towards the tank.

    The officers on duty were complaining, but their soldiers did not dare to be careless and wandered around the tank.

    The group of shadows was headed by German Sausage. His face was smeared with black paint, and only his two eyes were exposed.  Several people squatted on the edge of the ruins, looking like they were part of the ruins.

    Sausage slowly stretched out two fingers, pointed at his eyes, and made another gesture.  Instruct other team members to pay attention. There should be two sentries in front.

    But when he led his team members over, he found two sentries already lying on the ground.  One look at the position where the two sentries were stabbed, and Sausage knew that it was Lin Rui who did it.  Because the stab wound was directly upward from the back of the neck, cutting off the nerve center and penetrating the brain.

    This kind of precise surgical operation is difficult for ordinary people to master.  And once mastered, it is simply a magical assassination skill. After the opponent is hit by the knife, it is difficult to even move his fingers to pull the trigger.

    "Boss, why are you here?" Sausage asked in a lowered voice.

    Lin Rui, dressed in a combat uniform, emerged from the darkness and said, "Go and do some work. Leave the sentry to us to deal with it. Scarface is on the other end. After I have him deal with it, he will take charge of the security on the spot. Hurry up."

    "No problem." Sausage nodded, turned around and quickly gestured to the team members behind him, "Work, hurry up, hurry up."

    The team members behind him, except for the few personnel in front who were responsible for detecting and clearing targets, all other team members carried various modified explosive devices on their shoulders.

    The most common of these is modified anti-tank mines.  These mines have been modified with fuzes.  Throw it directly to the bottom of the tank and detonate it by remote control.  The larger ones are modified from large-caliber artillery shells, although not as straightforward as anti-tank mines.

    This kind of bomb has more charges and is more powerful.  The relatively weak tank chassis cannot withstand such an explosion, let alone the more fragile armored tracks.

    But the whole process was actually very risky. In order to prevent sneak attacks at night, there were actually Moroccan soldiers inside each tank.  Their actions must be silent and must not alert anyone.

    While one person is setting up the bomb, the other soldiers must guard the hatch of the tank and watch out for anyone sticking their head out?  If anyone comes out, they have to clear them out without attracting attention.  Fortunately, this doesn't happen often.

    There was only one tank in the whole process, and a tank crewman got out of the tank, not because he noticed any movement, but to get out of the vehicle to urinate.

    Tank soldiers are also human beings, so they naturally need to urinate and defecate.  There is no way not to get out of the car during the battle. Usually these tank soldiers will use iron boxes of 12.7 mm machine gun bullets as a temporary solution.??But in the absence of combat missions, most people will choose to jump out of the vehicle to solve the problem.

    This Moroccan soldier was probably in a hurry to hold back his urine, so he didn¡¯t notice much, so he climbed out of the hatch and jumped down.  But as soon as he landed, he was pushed to the ground and received a solid blow on the back of his head.

    The other mercenaries ignored the fainted soldier and continued to work on their own tasks.  It wasn't until they finished setting up the bomb that the other soldiers in the tank started to get suspicious. Why hadn't their companions gone out to urinate and not come back yet?

    When this companion also got out of the tank, he was ready to see the situation of his comrades.  But the sight that came his way almost frightened him out of his wits.  A tank not far away exploded first, and the impact of the explosion almost lifted the heavy tank off the ground.

    A series of explosions followed, and tanks were blown up in the explosions, sending black smoke rising.  The surviving soldiers in the tank climbed out of the tank in panic.

    What greeted them was another series of explosions. The sound of the explosions quickly alarmed the Moroccan commanders. They thought it was another artillery shell fired by the enemy, but later they felt something was wrong. The sound of the explosions was too close to them.

    After the commander, escorted by a group of soldiers, rushed out of the shelter, he discovered that the tanks on the position had been blown up and staggered.  A wounded Moroccan soldier shouted, "Enemy attack, enemy attack!!!"

    At this time, Lin Rui and Sausage's men were already shooting and retreating.  This round of night attacks destroyed many more tanks of the Moroccan military.  The location of sausage bombs is very tricky, usually directly targeting vulnerable locations such as engines, chassis, and tank tracks.

    Except for some tanks that were blown up, most of the tanks were only partially damaged, and most of the tracks were damaged.  This is because the bombs in their hands are not enough to cause more damage and can only destroy the tank's tracks. However, if the tank's tracks are damaged, it is enough to destroy the tank's mobility.

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