Nineteen, shouldn't there be only eleven left? Thirty-one minus twenty.

The director's department, Fu Quanjun and others have already seen the mystery. Long Dayou: "The little guy of the Jiawu Army is cheating!" ”

Fu Quanjun: "Soldiers are not tired of deceit, if Gao Yiyan is careful enough, or his subordinates are vigilant enough, it is actually easy to find problems." You see, the crews of the tanks that were really destroyed came out; However, some of the tanks were smoking, but the crew remained in the vehicles. ”

"I thought it was a suspicion of cheating, a loophole in the rules. Because if it's a real fight, they can't do tricks at all," Cui Zhenjian said.

Fu Quanjun glanced at him and said, "Two words can be added in front of 'taking advantage of the loopholes in the rules', which is reasonable." ”

As the camera switched to Lang Zhan and the tank under his feet, Long Dayou stroked his chin with his right hand, narrowed his eyes and said, "Lang Zhan is still alive?" His tanks are still moving, they were just set on fire, right? No, no, there's a problem—"

Tank hedge, in a straight line, within ten kilometers, at most six minutes, if both sides do not slow down, they will definitely collide with each other. If you shoot at each other, after two minutes, the short-handed nine-six will also gain *range.

In the command vehicle of the Qiankun battalion, Zhang Jin drove a drone to get close to reconnoitre, and said: "I always feel that something is wrong." ”

Gao Yiyan was also staring at the screen, his eyes were cold, and he exuded a powerful aura on his body, saying, "They are cheating." ”

"Trickery?! I know, cheat to death! After Zhang Jin finished speaking, he thought of something, and asked suspiciously: "Then Feng Leng Gou them?" ”

Gao Yiyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said word by word: "Sunlight can dispel darkness, and power can destroy conspiracy." Don't worry, Feng Lenggou is not stupid. ”

Feng Lenggou is really not stupid, the problem is that the pressure array baby on the opposite side has not been used yet.

Feng Lenggou was methodically dispatching and directing: "Each vehicle reports the ammunition stockpile; 011, what are you doing? Left to Left; Huang Ping, reporting the distance from the enemy; What do you ask? Open fire, we have enough ammunition, I hope, before entering the range of the Type 96 tank guns, all vehicles will be able to use up most of their ammunition......"

The cannon roared, and among the few tanks that were still active in Jin Caige's company, yellow smoke rose from another tank. "I'll wreck one," shouted Feng Lenggou's men. "Well done!" Feng Lenggou was praising loudly, when suddenly, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded: "Report, my rangefinder and aiming are broken—"

This hoarse voice was just the beginning, Feng Lenggou didn't have time to think about countermeasures, his ears were filled with this kind of report-

"My rangefinder and aiming are also broken!"

"Report! Oh no, me, there's a fire in our car! ”

……

Gao Yiyan was able to listen to Feng Lenggoulian's communication channel, and there were people in his battalion headquarters who were specifically responsible for this work. Therefore, with a delay of only a few seconds, Gao Yiyan learned the relevant news from this subordinate. "Lang Zhan is starting to fight back," he said to Zhang Jin, his expression calm.

Zhang Jin frowned, thought for a while and said, "If it's an infrared jamming system, the power isn't so strong, right?" ”

At the same time, Lang Zhan's mouth was like a machine gun, and he was constantly issuing control orders: "Left 15, three gears to the end; Back to 10, hang four; Left 10, reverse gear ......" And before that, he told Dong Changyong: "You can start." ”

Dong Changyong began to behave modestly, well, it can also be said that he was weak-hearted. This piece is said to be a joint production between him and Cole, in fact, in the whole production process, he is a hands-on team, the assembly and connection of the core components, especially the writing of parameters, are all handled by Cole. Dong Changyong's participation is limited, and he only knows one thing about the performance of *, and knows that it has a strong interference ability, so he underestimates its lethality.

The tank was really bumpy under Lang Zhan's remote control, and next to Lang Zhan, the iron hand could no longer sit still. "Let's not play like this, if we can defeat the Qiankun battalion, we will definitely be useless," Iron Hand clung to the handrails of the turret with both hands, and shouted hoarsely.

Lang Zhan didn't have time to pay attention to him at all, so he just continued to control the tank remotely.

Inside the tank, Dong Changyong, who was sitting in the captain's seat, was so wide that his eyeballs were about to fall out - on the tablet in his hand, in the interface of the remote control app, the number of enemy tanks was steadily decreasing. And every time one is reduced, it means that one tank is blind, and if you want to launch a strike, you will have to rely on the naked eye of the commander or gun commander. "It's too exaggerated," Dong Changyong said sincerely, then shook his head again and again, and said to Xiang Chunde and Jia Baoliang on the side: "The Qiankun camp is going to be unlucky, brothers, prepare to harvest the heads!" ”

In the command car of the Qiankun battalion, Gao Yiyan's expression was still calm. "It's not a bad thing, Feng Lenggou and they have always been over-eyed, let them know that there are people outside the sky, and this is good for their growth," he said to Zhang Jin.

Zhang Jin looked at him for more than ten seconds, then shook his head and said, "This is not like what Gao Yiyan I know would say, are you okay?" ”

"You want something wrong with me? Stop thinking and get ready to fight! No matter how powerful Lang Zhan is, there is only one *, and it has its own limitations when it is used. Their ninety-six are two generations worse than ours, so let's use reciprocal anti-tank tactics against them! Gao Yi said, opened the car door and stepped out of the command car. After stepping on the grass with both feet, he picked up the walkie-talkie and called Feng Lenggou and asked him if he would not have fought without a rangefinder and an auxiliary aiming device.

"Battalion commander, I understand!" Feng Leng replied, and then shouted to his brothers: "Brothers, follow me, defeat the First Wu Army, and capture Lang Zhan alive!" ”

Feng Leng came to his senses, and Gao Yi called Wu Tai, the staff officer in charge of logistics, and asked him if he had brought a Tao anti-tank*.

Wu Tai's answer was humorous: "Bring it, battalion commander, since I was educated by you last time, I now carry all weapons and equipment with me except for going to the toilet." ”

"How many?"

"Eighty-four."

"How many launchers are there?"

"Sixteen tubes."

"Distribute it."

"Yes!"

In the director's department, Fu Quanjun is the leader, and everyone can't understand it.

"Strange, why didn't the tanks of the Qiankun battalion fight? Keep up the good work, and they'll win! A staff officer asked suspiciously.

None of the staff officers around him could answer this question, and everyone's eyes naturally focused on the "Big Three" of Fu Quanjun, Long Dayou, and Cui Zhenjian's directorial department. Fu Quanjun glanced at everyone, then looked at Long Dayou and Cui Zhenjian, and saw that they didn't say anything, took out his mobile phone, and after a while, pointed at the big screen. In an instant, the picture on the big screen first zoomed in, showing the entire battlefield, and then, one of the tanks was framed, and then, the whole picture began to recede.

In the process, Fu Quanjun said: "It's not that the tanks of the Qiankun battalion don't want to fight, but that they have lost their medium-range precision strike capability." The tank that I circled out was the one at Lang Zhan's feet, and you can understand it if you take a closer look at its trajectory. ”

Under the control of Fu Quanjun, the replay of Lang Zhan and their rush out of the smoke screen was closed, and then, after blocking other tanks, only the tank under Lang Zhan's feet remained, the picture began to fast forward, leaving an obvious trace of movement. "Do you see clearly? The tank under Lang Zhan's feet seemed to be moving forward all the time, in fact, it had been circling around the same place," Fu Quanjun finished speaking, and when the fast forward progressed to a certain extent, he first pressed pause, then zoomed in on the screen, and took a moment to find the inconspicuous-looking * on the tank under Lang Zhan's feet.

"If my guess is right, Lang Zhan's counterattack depends on this thing," Fu Quanjun said, circled * with a red dotted line. Then, he slows down the fast-forward speed and presses play again.

In the slow-fast-forward playback mode, the movement trajectory of the * on the tank under Lang Zhan's feet is clearly visible, and when it begins to rotate frequently, pausing again every time it turns, Fu Quanjun said: "I estimate that Lang Zhan started to fight back from this time." We don't know exactly what interference source this is, but it's certain that it should be able to destroy the tank's laser ranging and targeting systems, and maybe even kill electronics......"

When Fu Quanjun canceled the fast forward and returned to the normal monitoring mode, at the scene, the tanks under Lang Zhan's feet had already rushed into the tank group of the Qiankun battalion. Lang Zhan was still standing, the difference was that he had an extra 40 fire in his hand. And next to him, the iron hand was lying on the tank, and the heavy sniper in his hand would burst into fire from time to time.

"Lang Zhan is too bullying, he hits tanks with 40 fires, if the Qiankun battalion is equipped with a real M1A3, it will be a joke, right?" Cui Zhenjian said.

Fu Quanjun: "40 fire hit m1a3, I remember to shoot three times, right?" Where did he get so much*? ”

No one answered the question, not that they didn't want to, but that the answer was already in the picture. Everyone in the director's department watched it, and the end cover of the turret at Lang Zhan's feet was lifted a corner, and then, a * was handed out.

Long Dayou touched his chin and said, "I guess they didn't bring tank shells, and all the places to load shells were freed up for loading." ”

Fu Quanjun looked crying and laughing: "* is very advanced, but the 40 fire is too backward, such a combination appeared in our military exercises, and I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing." ”

Long Dayou: "I think it's a good thing, as long as the cat that catches the mouse is a good cat, we don't care if it's a white cat or a black cat." ”

Cui Zhenjian glanced at him and sneered: "But what if it's not a drill now, but on a real battlefield?" If Lang Zhan does this, it is tantamount to digging his own grave! ”

"Just kidding, Lang Zhan is not stupid, won't he be able to be flexible when the time comes?"

Fu Quanjun didn't seem to notice that they were fighting each other, and said to himself: "Lang Zhan, this kid is a little bad!" He stood on the tank with 40 fires, obviously deliberately stimulating the tank soldiers of the Qiankun battalion - what about Gao Yan? What's going on with him? Why hasn't there been a counteraction yet? "Predator-Willed Mercenary