Chapter 1: T-62, go die!

  "Rumble, rumble, creak, creak..." As the sound got closer and closer, the ground seemed to be shaking along with it.

  Hua Dongjie felt a throbbing headache, at this time, he was lying on the ground, but his body seemed to have no strength, as if he had just enlisted and been punished by a shameless instructor with 500 push-ups. The noise was too loud, he forced himself to open his eyes.

  What the heck is going on? Looking around, everything isn't even a familiar terrain. Is it another special mission? How come there's no impression in my head at all?

  Huà Dōng Jié slowly opened his eyes, and once they were open, he couldn't close them again.

  Damn it, what is that guy?

  Huā Dōng Jié's body didn't get up, only his head lifted first. The first thing he saw was those two iron plates constantly moving forward, with the movement stirring up half a meter of sand and soil. These were two caterpillar tracks, something Huā Dōng Jié was extremely familiar with. The creaking sounds were these two caterpillar tracks making contact with the ground as they moved forward.

  Behind this track is a burst of black smoke, which is the result of the tank's engine being brutally operated by the tanker.

  Then he looked up and saw the hemispherical turret and the high cannon barrel.

  That barrel, the middle part bulged out in a circle, that was the smoke exhaust device of the barrel. All kinds of tanks from all over the world flashed through Xue Dongjie's mind, and immediately, Xue Dongjie recognized it.

  T-62! Isn't this a Soviet-made T-62 that has already been retired from front-line service?

  His head was throbbing with pain, and his whole body felt drained of energy. Just as he had managed to lift his head, it fell back onto the ground again. But the vibrations from the ground, the rumble of the tank, gave him a sense of trepidation.

  No way, this is a deadly rhythm!

  That iron lump is heading towards me! The rising black smoke is that damned tank driver stepping on the gas, trying to crush me to death! Or rather, it's more fitting to say run over myself!

  What's going on? Sliding east, Jie took another look and found that the camouflage training uniform was gone. At this moment, he was wearing a long gown that was dirty and tattered, and his head seemed to be wrapped in white cloth.

  At this time, beside him, there was a long cylindrical object. With just one glance, Slade knew that it was a rocket launcher, very popular in the current anti-terrorist war.

  What's going on? Huā Dōng Jié shook his head hard, and he finally remembered that he was the commander of the Dongfang Divine Sword Special Forces Brigade, currently studying at the National Defense University. Moreover, the news from above indicated that the Military Commission planned to emulate the US military in establishing a tri-service special operations joint command, intending to cultivate him as a high-level commander candidate for the Joint Command.

  However, just less than half a year after he furthered his studies at the National Defense University, he accepted a task and followed some classmates to inspect an exercise.

  This kind of thing is common, but this time something unexpected happened.

  Mi-171 helicopter, taking off directly from the National Defense University, just arrived in Yanjiao and encountered a mechanical failure. The tail rotor stopped rotating, and the entire fuselage was spinning like a top, with people inside also spinning along with it.

  The helicopter had entered the moment before a terrible crash, when the cabin door suddenly opened and Slade was somehow thrown out of the cabin.

  It's not possible to parachute from a helicopter, so helicopters emphasize anti-crash capabilities. When the helicopter fell from the sky, there was no parachute pack on its back, only feeling the wind blowing across its face, and then it landed.

  Fortunately, the body was not smashed into a meat pie.

  But fell down again, opened his eyes, how did it become like this?

  Although the surroundings are also rugged terrain and belong to mountains, they are completely different from the terrain that fell down.

  Where is this?

  Huà Dōngjié closed his eyes, and in an instant, many memories suddenly surged into his mind.

  Mohammad-Kamran, Afghan guerrilla, instructor, Soviet invaders, these things clearly appeared in his mind, terrifyingly crossing into a terrible era and country, such things, did they really happen to himself?

  "Creaking and rumbling." The sound was getting closer.

  Huā Dōngjié raised his head and took a look, that enormous thing was right in front of him!

  "That guerrilla in front should be dead by now." In the rumbling tank, through the throat microphone, the driver clearly stated his judgment.

  Behind him, the vehicle commander, who had already observed through the periscope, gave a brief order: "Don't turn around, just roll over."

  They all speak Russian.

  The guerrilla team has just been eliminated, and the task here is already considered completed. The other tanks of the tank company have all left. However, they still left this tank to sweep the battlefield.

  For tank soldiers, sweeping the battlefield means using tanks to roll over and crush all the corpses.

  Their tanks always had a bloody smell, but the company commander was relentless. Only in this way could they give those damned guerrillas the greatest shock, and let them know that opposing the Soviet army would end like this!

  Especially for those who didn't die, after being rolled over to the middle, pulling down the operating lever, the tank would make a turn, and the tracks would thoroughly crush that person into a pulp in despair!

  Although the dust raised by the tank blocked his view and he couldn't stick his head out, the driver confirmed that there was only a corpse there now.

  If we move forward a bit more, the corpse will be out of sight, having entered the blind spot in the narrow field of view of the periscope.

  The driver confirmed, the left track would crush that corpse. He pushed the gearshift forward, downshifting to gain more power. Then, he floored it, and this steel beast roared as it went over.

  Although his eyes couldn't see it, the driver seemed to feel that the corpse was torn into pieces by the steel teeth under the tracks and turned into a pulp.

  It was just a blink of an eye, and it's gone. The 580-horsepower engine behind me is still roaring.

  "Advance forward, go to Area Three." The trainmaster shouted: "Join our regiment."

  Behind the tank, black smoke was still rising, and in the midst of the smoke, a figure suddenly stood up.

  Huā Dōng Jié panted heavily, staring at the completely bald T-62's turret behind him, his face extremely solemn.

  Fortunately, over the years, no matter how my position has changed, I have never stopped strict training for myself. Especially, every member of the special forces must undergo a tank rolling training, the tank is rumbling and coming, then, I am motionless, passing through the middle of the two tracks, this is a test of courage and willpower.

  He had just adjusted his position and passed directly under the tank, narrowly escaping disaster.

  Let this tank go die now!

  On his shoulder, he had already set up that cylindrical object.

  At this time, the distance is very close, just over 20 meters. Even a blind man can hit it. The only problem is that because it's too close, if you fire now, you may also be injured.

  However, the shortcomings of RPG-7 are also very obvious. This thing is uncontrollable. Although there is an aiming system, it's only God who knows where it will fly to after a certain distance.

  So, Huadong Jie had made up his mind.

  If you want me dead, then I'll take you down with me!

  Huo Dongjie's face was pressed against the thermal imaging sight, his gaze, through the aiming device, locked onto the rear of the tank's cast turret, right in the center of the aiming reticle.

  Next, it's time to pull the trigger!

  Just right, the other side moved forward five meters, and he was completely safe. In previous training, at a distance of one hundred meters, Sliding East Jet would always achieve 100% accuracy.

  But just then, I saw the turret of that tank turning around.

  Damn it!

  Sitting inside the tank, the field of vision is greatly limited. I am now at the back and have not been seen by the enemy yet. However, when the opponent's turret turns around, it's different. The coaxial machine gun on the right side of the cannon can shoot me into several segments.

  No need to wait anymore, fire away!

  Huà Dōng Jié held his breath and pulled the trigger.

  "When." Dong Jie's ears seemed to hear the sound of the firing pin striking the primer, and then the rocket projectile in front of the rocket launcher flew out. Dong Jie quickly fell to the ground and rolled to one side.

  The T-62 tank's commander was simply scanning the surroundings in a routine manner by rotating the turret, but when he had turned halfway around, the guy carrying the rocket launcher appeared at the edge of his periscope's field of view.

  "Speed up, accelerate and turn left!" the trainmaster shouted loudly, his voice clear as a bell even without the intercom amidst the rumble of the engine.

  It was only half a second late, at this time the turret hadn't turned around yet, operating the coaxial machine gun, couldn't hit that person, and that guy fired a rocket, would arrive in an instant, such a close distance, not even half a second, the rocket could fly over.

  The driver in front, after hearing the conductor's loud shout, already knew that something was wrong. He suddenly floored it, and the entire vehicle was filled with the roar of the engine. Then, he suddenly pulled the operating lever to the left.

  The person had disappeared from view in the periscope. Then came a tremendous crash and explosion, followed by a wave of heat that caused the commander to lose consciousness.

  The rocket projectile, which had been entrusted with high hopes by the Sladeast, did not disappoint its mission and successfully hit the front armor of the T-62. Under this intense impact, the rear part of the projectile ignited the explosive charge, a specially designed shaped charge for striking armor, producing a powerful metal jet that pierced the cast armor on the front.

  Although the hit was on the front, and the tank's frontal armor is the thickest, it still failed to stop the RPG-7's attack. Like a mosquito sucking blood, after biting open a hole, the molten metal flow rushed into the vehicle, rapidly expanding and causing a secondary explosion. The copper alloy sabot also shattered into tear-sized droplets of scorching hot liquid, scattering throughout the turret like solid shot.

  The commander and the gunner were immediately hit, then the shells inside the turret were detonated, the loader and the driver in front, experienced the most magnificent second of their lives in the flash of the ammunition.

  Hutou Jie wrapped his arms around his head, hoping not to be hit by anything flying up, without using his eyes, he could still hear the huge explosion.

  I'm on duty today. T-72s often experience sympathetic detonation, but it's rare for T-62s. With such a big explosion, I wonder if the turret of this T-62 was blown off?

  After two seconds, Huadong Jie finally stood up again.