Chapter 897 Death Valley
There were not many tank soldiers who were as unlucky as he was. The deep-rooted and hierarchical caste system, the tank soldiers' familiarity with the entire process of entering the tank, and their closer distance to the tank all gave them an advantage in this battle for the tortoise shell, and most of them got in.

Steady!

The enemies who did not get into the tanks looked in despair at the tanks in front of them and the bombs that were getting closer and closer, or they took shelter in the nearby logistics support vehicles. Having a thin piece of iron sheet or a broken wooden board was better than nothing.

They are dead. This was the only thought of the enemies outside the tanks. They knew very well how terrible the lethality rate of this bomb was.

However, fate seemed to play a joke on them.

The first four dispensers were launched earlier, and the last two were still some distance away.

The enemy watched helplessly as four bombs dropped their shells above their heads, and submunitions flew out of them. Suddenly, a black and white parachute flower appeared in the air, spinning and falling down.

The four dispensers were filled with terminal-sensitive munitions, 12*5*4, a total of 240 munitions, distributed very evenly, tightly covering this small flat area of ​​less than 1.5 square kilometers.

It was so beautiful that some enemies even had this illusion.

But how come this is different from what was reported above? I have never heard that the devil bomb came with a parachute.

Just as the enemies in the tank were rejoicing and the enemies outside the tank were trembling with fear, in the eyes of the parachutes in the sky, this place was simply a sumptuous banquet.

The heat from tank and car engines cannot be dissipated in such a short period of time. In the eyes of the terminal-guided bomb, it is very delicious.

The enemies in the tanks had no idea what was happening. They just sat in the tanks and congratulated themselves on their luck.

Only this time, the bad luck belongs to the enemy in the tank, at least for the time being.

The parachute flowers that were slowly descending in the air suddenly changed when they reached a certain height, from beautiful flowers into the murderous god of death.

The enemies outside the tank suddenly saw someone giving an order.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Explosions rang out one after another, red flowers bloomed in the sky, and fire dragons swooped down on the tanks and cars below.

These fire dragons seemed to have eyes and they hit their targets with great accuracy. Some were even hit several times at the same time.

There is no way. The issue of repeated aiming of terminal-guided missiles is not within the scope of consideration for solution.

No matter the weak top armor of the M-4 or the paper shell of the car, they had no power to resist these fire dragons and were easily penetrated.

There was even a terminal-sensitive bullet that pierced through a pot that was stewing yellow paste. The pot was too hot due to the fire underneath, which blocked the flames below.

The enemies on the ground looked at this scene in horror and fled in panic, but fortunately, these parachutes floating in the air didn't even look at them. They were busy looking for their own targets, only attacking tanks and cars, and not people at all.

"Messenger of God!" Some enemies were so frightened that they even thought it was a miracle. They knelt down on the river bank covered with stones and gravel and prayed to the sky.

The people in the car jumped down frantically. They were lucky. Although the front of the Citi truck was hit, it did not affect the escape of the people behind.

But the people on the tanks were not so lucky. Some of the tanks' ammunition exploded on the spot. For a while, a flying head competition started on the river beach. As for the people inside, they were engulfed by flames and air waves before they even knew what was happening.

The tanks that were luckier and did not have their ammunition exploded did not mean that they were lucky. To a certain extent, what would happen next would be even more cruel to their crews.

The M-4 has a nickname, not a good one, called "Lighter".

Whether on the ground or in the air, those who are given this nickname are generally not very nice.

The engine of this thing is a gasoline engine. As we all know, gasoline is very easy to explode and catch fire after being hit.

Good news, the ammunition didn't explode.

Bad news, the fuel exploded.

The M-4s whose ammunition did not explode almost all caught fire immediately due to the overheating and overpressure of the self-forged fragmentation shells.

The lucky enemies would die on the spot, while the unlucky ones would be able to jump out of the tank, covered in oil, and "dance" in the fire, emitting bursts of screams.

Burning tanks, dancing firemen, broken limbs, flying arms...

All this made Zang San, who failed to squeeze onto the tank, feel like he was in hell.

A soldier from the dirty third rank saw a parachute flower falling to the ground. It was a very strange ammunition. The cylindrical body of the bullet was divided into two parts, staggered with each other. On the end face of the lower half of the bullet body, there was a shallow disc.

Zang San's soldier curiously leaned over to see what it was.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the landing self-destruct timer of the terminal-sensitive bomb detonated the bomb, and a self-forged fragmentation projectile blew his head like a watermelon on the spot.

The driver of the dirty tank No. 3, who had been left out and failed to squeeze into his own tank not long ago, looked around the hellish river beach and felt lucky at this moment. He knelt down and thanked the wet river god for his mercy.

This is what is annoying about them: everything is God's will, whether they are unlucky or lucky, some of them can even thank God while starting to plot against their benefactors.

Remote Dispenser: You are celebrating too early.

Several enemies who were still in shock but a little far away from the area of ​​​​blaze saw another black spot flying towards them in the distant sky.

"Hell bomb! Hell bomb!" You know what, they really know how to give things names.

This time, the Zang San guys learned their lesson. No one tried to squeeze into the vehicles. Even in the extremely rare surviving tanks, enemies began to jump out in large numbers. It was their traditional skill to squeeze as many people as possible into a vehicle.

Some people didn't even lie down, but sat or stood, just watching the dispenser fly over and drop ammunition.

This is for attacking tanks. What does it have to do with ordinary people like me?

Dispenser: Oh, you guessed wrong!

The last two are real pineapple cluster bombs.

The pineapple bombs bounced off the ground and exploded in the air before the Zang Sans had any time to react.

In an instant, bullets rained down on this small river beach, and hot metal projectiles flew everywhere.

The enemies were shot through one by one like sacks and fell to the ground without even a whimper.

After the final carnival of cluster bombs, in the curling smoke, the surviving enemies looked at the small river beach covered with blood and fire. Some knelt on the ground and vomited, some cried loudly, and some covered their heads and ran away from the river beach.

The dirty three-tank driver who was skimming the water was really lucky enough to survive to the end. He attributed it all to God's will. It was God who allowed him to skim the waterside and escape the disaster. He decided to pass on this blessing ceremony forever.

No matter how the dirty three reacted, we in the Tu-4 special aircraft in the air were observing everything from afar.

"There are too many fires to count," the observer said. How can one count them? Some fuel trucks burned more fiercely than tanks, blocking the nearby signals.

"Try to count as much as you can. Otherwise, you can count the dim ones, which might be the residual heat of the engine. Don't count how many have been burned up, just count how many are left." The comrade laughed.

"Hey, you're so smart!"

"Of course... Shit, are you scolding me?"

The crew burst into laughter over the intercom.

They shortened the distance to the closest point and used the white light channel and thermal imager channel respectively to capture the famous scene in this war - "Death Valley".

That afternoon, the General Command received a report from the Joint Land and Air Command on the Eastern Front of the Plateau that the enemy's only armored regiment in the area was wiped out in one fell swoop. It was initially estimated that 43 tanks were destroyed, and only about 20% of the personnel and other vehicles remained.

The main reason was that too many were squeezed into the tank and destroyed together, and the M-4 lived up to its reputation as a "lighter".

Looking at the photos of the "Death Valley", the photos thoughtfully circled the few tanks that were not destroyed. The faintly visible raging fire, the patches of burnt black riverbed gravel, and the enemy's severed limbs that seemed to appear before their eyes, all the people in the command center were very happy.

"Good, in this way, the enemy in the western section of the eastern line of the plateau has completely lost hope." This batch of tanks will cause us a lot of trouble in both offense and defense. Especially when they are defending, 45 bunkers with mobile capabilities are even more difficult to deal with than real bunkers.

At the same time, with Zang San's "ticket hanging" talent, if they hang people on the tanks and run away, these 45 tanks can take away a large number of enemies, and it will be too troublesome to chase them before they escape to the broken bridge.

"An entire tank regiment was wiped out at once... just one plane, four bombs, and about ten minutes." A military leader lamented.

In his opinion, the two pineapple cluster bombs at the back were just the icing on the cake, and the real play was made by the four terminal-sensitive cluster bombs at the front.

"This is due to the combination of terrain, conditions and air supremacy. Under normal circumstances, we would not get such good results." Some leaders are more objective and calm, knowing that this kind of thing may not be the norm.

"I know this isn't normal. I'm just thinking about something good. Haha. But this ability is still amazing."

"Comrade Gao Zhendong planned to develop this thing very early, and for this purpose, he insisted on upgrading the specifications of the 180 rocket launcher to 270 mm. Now it seems that he is very far-sighted and is very clear about the great ability of this weapon in striking armored clusters."

"That kid has a lot of things on his mind, and he's extremely murderous."

"Hahaha, we're from the army, so the more murderous the better!"

(End of this chapter)