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Chapter 123 Tank Knight
"Gunner! Machine gun bunker 150 meters ahead!"
"Roger! Adjust the angle immediately!"
Huesca Raca ordered the gunner to turn the command tower. The soft helmet on his head integrated a communication headset. An armored regiment in the Eastern Theater of Amelan was launching an offensive in the Kosoya region. According to the orders of the Joint Command, the battle in the Eastern Theater must be fought at all costs to control the country's eastern border and cut off the supply lines of the southern rebel regime.
Bang!
The tank shook violently. The 75mm tank gun did indeed give the 38T unparalleled firepower, but this caliber of tank gun was still somewhat unsuitable for a light tank of this size. The huge recoil and long breechblock were more suitable for larger tanks.
But the effect was immediate. Lieutenant Huesca Raca, the commander of the 38T tank "Rose" 659, clearly saw a bunker destroyed by his blast, and he patted the cannon with satisfaction.
"Driver, full speed ahead!"
Huesca Raca turned his head, and the accompanying infantry dismounted from the armored vehicles and advanced under the cover of the tank platoon. Such unparalleled military might proved the greatness of the entire country. No need for further explanation, just look at this war. The front armor of the tanks clattered and bounced, bullets were deflected by the armor, but everything was intact. The roaring engines continued to drive the tanks forward.
"They're running away!"
The driver mocked the Confederate soldiers with a contemptuous tone. The hillside they were attacking was considered easy to defend and difficult to attack by the Northern army, but the appearance of the tanks completely changed the situation. He saw many soldiers retreat hastily after discovering that bullets could not penetrate their vehicles. The gunners and communications officers then began to operate the machine guns and shoot down the fleeing enemy soldiers.
Huesca Laca recalled his days as a knight, when he fought valiantly on the battlefield, clad in plate armor, wielding a saber, and riding a heavily armored steed.
Now, as a tank commander, the difference is significant, but the feeling is the same.
Tanks and infantry charged up the hillside, and 12 38T tanks broke through the defensive position within an hour. Huesca Raca poked his head out from behind the tank turret. There were corpses everywhere, Confederate soldiers and friendly soldiers, but overall, there were more Confederate corpses than theirs. With the help of tanks, armored cars and artillery, they successfully stormed the top of the hill under Confederate fire.
He smugly peeked out from behind the turret, surveying the hillside he had just conquered, as if inspecting his own territory. But a moment later, he saw a fireball emerge from the woods, heading straight for him.
"Enemy attack——"
With a deafening roar, the fireball collided with the tank. Huesca Laca was thrown off the tank in the violent shaking. The peculiar firing sound of the Confederate rifle rang out. He clutched his wounded head and watched helplessly as a private was hit by more than a dozen bullets in front of him, collapsing to the ground like a beaten doll.
The firepower came from both flanks. The enemy was luring them in deep. He glanced over and saw the tank overturned on the ground. He saw his gunner climbing out of the tank. He grabbed the Carcano rifle beside him. On the treeline on both sides, a dozen enemies were running towards them while firing.
"how's it going!"
"Both the driver and the communications officer are dead!"
The gunner drew his pistol from his chest, and the battlefield descended into chaos. Huesca Laca raised his rifle, aimed at an enemy soldier, and immediately pulled the trigger. Instantly, he saw a fireball gathering.
"Enemy artillery fire on our flank!"
He pointed at the gathering fireball, pulled the bolt, and half the soldiers on the battlefield looked in that direction. A 38T tank rolled over the hillside, its turret pointing at the fireball.
boom! ! !
A 75mm shell flew toward the fireball, the explosion triggering a chain reaction. A dazzling blue light flashed, followed by a blue explosion that swept through a corner of the forest. The Southern Army's magic cannons did not need physical shells, but they did need a charging time, during which they were extremely vulnerable to explosion upon attack.
"Quickly! Get them off the road!"
A colonel holding a submachine gun shouted loudly, "These officers with stars on their shoulders are often at the forefront. The Amerlane Army knows that officers are the core of the army, and an officer who can stand up and play a role is a useful officer."
The counterattack began immediately. Apart from the tanks destroyed by Huesca Raca, the remaining tanks split into two groups and fought alongside the infantry. Huesca Raca stood up, and the colonel walked towards them. After exchanging salutes, the colonel spoke:
"Hey, Lieutenant, looks like your luck isn't so great?"
"It's really not good. My beloved vehicle took a big hit, and two of my men are dead. It looks like we can't continue fighting."
Huesca Laca waved his hand. The colonel glanced at him, patted his uniform, and said, "The tank troops are precious, they can't compare to us foot soldiers."
"Looks like our Iron Knight is finally going to be grounded, hmm?"
The colonel made a little joke, then turned and called over a soldier.
"Hey, sergeant, call your squad over and escort this gentleman to the back."
“Hey, Colonel, we can walk.”
Huesca Laca gripped the Carcano rifle. The colonel gestured for him to stop and then said, “Hey, this isn’t my order. If it were me, I’d want you and your men, each with a rifle, to get to the front. But Her Highness has given the order, and I must obey. Understand, Lieutenant?”
"Yes."
Huesca Raca's fate was just the tip of the iceberg in the entire battle. Ekevich hit 80 percent of the magic troops and magic cannons on the eastern front. Just as Alice had predicted, the Balkan Empire and the Desert Empire were the key.
"Haa~ This war has long since turned into a war between two foreign countries and us. Hehe, these despicable guys. Order: First Air Fleet, First Air Tactical Wing, to be incorporated into the Eastern Theater Command to carry out strike missions."
A serious illness calls for a strong medicine! Alice knew all too well that Ekevich lived off the blood of two countries, and she looked to the East; this was something that could never be compromised.
"Your Highness, I am informing you that, as of now, we have lost 1,050 men, three tanks, and one truck on the Brittany front. On the northern front, we have suffered approximately 1,500 casualties, with 20 tanks and 12 vehicles destroyed. The western sector has suffered the greatest losses, with 3,000 dead, over 4,000 wounded, 50 tanks rendered combat inoperable, and 70 vehicles destroyed."
"What were the main sources of casualties?"
"Southern Army Magisters and Magical Artillery: In the new offensive, we have discovered that the Southern Army is using Magisters and Magical Artillery on a large scale, usually concentrated in battles to seize tactical nodes. Our existing light tanks are insufficient to withstand level 3 magical fireball attacks."
Alice nodded. Casualties were inevitable, but the war had to be won no matter what. She looked towards the Western Theater, the key to this war, the Battle of the Imperial Capital. The First Task Force of the Amerlane Navy had entered the Imperial Capital's inner sea and was attacking the Imperial Capital.
Taking the capital would demoralize the enemy. She put on her military cap, turned around, and walked outside.
This battle will reveal the true power of the industrial beasts she has nurtured.