Some people say that Americans cannot design tanks, and Zhou Changfeng deeply agrees with this. It can be said that except for the M4 Sherman and M1 Abrams, most American-made tanks really have no bright spots, which makes people unable to complain.
For example, the CTL-3 light tank parked in front of them now is a five-ton tank produced this year. It only has two 7.62mm machine guns? Not even a cannon! The frontal armor is only 12mm.
[CTL-3 tank]
During the same period, the British Vickers MKE tank weighed 7.5 tons, but it was equipped with a 47mm gun; the French Renault R35 tank was equipped with a 37mm gun. Although it weighed 10 tons, its frontal armor was fully 40mm thick. .
Logically speaking, this kind of industrial waste should end here, right? No, Mammon-Harrington Company continued to stubbornly follow their own unique path, and then launched the CTLS-4 light tank.
As for this CTLS-4, it weighs eight tons, but its weapon still only has a machine gun, and its frontal armor is only 25mm. Where does the weight go? It's really confusing.
Historically, the Americans also planned to add it to the Lend-Lease Act to aid China, but they were rejected.
With this industrial waste-like design, the Americans built more than 400 vehicles, and the biggest victim was the Dutch East Indies Army.
When you walk into the garage, you will be greeted by the familiar smell of engine oil and gasoline. This smell is a killer for people who suffer from motion sickness. Some sensitive people will feel like vomiting just by smelling it.
Farther away are four AC-III wheeled armored vehicles parked side by side, and here are two tanks.
Zhou Changfeng asked the two Li brothers in a low voice: "Have you ever driven a chariot?"
They both nodded, and Li Jiangong replied confidently: "Yes, our division formed an armored scout team at that time, and we both went for training...but we were dismissed in the end."
Li Liye on the side said regretfully: "It's a pity. There are too many capable people in the army. We are only good at close combat."
"As long as you know how to drive it, you two drive that one." Zhou Changfeng patted Wang Mingfa on the shoulder and walked to the back of the tank in front of him, "Let's drive this one."
The tanks in the European War were described as tractors covered with steel plates. However, after twenty years of development, they are a bit more "advanced".
However, it is still troublesome to start, and the crankshaft is often required to assist in starting the engine.
Zhou Changfeng turned on the flashlight, bit it with his mouth, then climbed onto the small tank, opened the hatch and got in. After a brief inspection, he was convinced that he was capable of driving it.
Before traveling through time, he tried to drive the Type 05 amphibious assault vehicle and the Type 63A amphibious tank, but it was just for fun when he had nothing to do, and he only drove them two or three times in total. Now he is a little nervous about actually driving a tank in battle.
"Sir, are there any ammunition in the car?" Wang Mingfa's voice came from outside.
hiss! That's right, these Dutch and Indian troops are not in a state of combat readiness, so naturally they don't carry ammunition in their vehicles.
So the few people had no choice but to return to the armory again, with two canvas belts slung over their shoulders and a box in each hand. In this way, each vehicle could probably get two 250-round belts and Three 100-round ammunition belts.
Loading and loading the gun, Zhou Changfeng did not open the safety in order to prevent the accident of misfire.
Next, the four of them rotated with each other, always ensuring that two people were on guard outside, while the remaining two took a nap inside the tank.
At this time, a van slowly stopped beside a boulevard southwest of the Katalin Hotel.
The compartment door opened, and several figures lurking on the roadside filed in.
At the entrance of the Katalin Hotel, two Javanese guards were questioning Xu Qinglan and Shen Yu suspiciously.
Looking at the seven large suitcases that had just been moved from the truck, a guard couldn't figure it out. He asked in Cantonese-accented Chinese: "Why are you bringing these big suitcases in now?"
It's late at night, what are these Ming people doing?
Shen Yu, who was calm and composed, squatted down and opened a large suitcase. Inside was a photography tripod. "We are a photography team and we are here to stay here. These equipments just got off the plane. We are in trouble."
He stood up, took out two ten-guilder bills and handed them over, "I was doing my duty even late at night. Thank you for your hard work. I just have some change to express my gratitude."
Giving too much will easily lead to suspicion, giving too little will arouse disdain. Giving just the right amount of money is also a basic skill, and it is obvious that Shen Yu knows how to exercise discretion.
Working on guard duty at night is boring, but today I got a windfall?
The two guards were in a good mood and didn't ask any more questions. They even happily took the initiative to help move the suitcase.
"Doing the guest officer a favor...should, should."
"Then just help move them into the elevator."
The thin Javanese guard leaned over to carry the big suitcase. The two of them just picked it up and tried to leave, but they obviously underestimated the weight and stumbled and almost fell.
Shen Yu pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Sorry, it's a bit heavy."
The two guards finally picked up the large suitcases with both hands. They repeated this twice and finally moved a total of seven large suitcases into the elevator.
When we arrived at the ninth floor, the elevator door opened. Zhao Rong, Qiao Yang, and Guo Shenggen had been waiting here for a long time.
Everyone quickly moved the seven large suitcases into room 0907, and then took out the disassembled parts for assembly.
These large suitcases are exclusively used by the Intelligence Department. The special feature is that they are designed with a mezzanine. When opened normally, they look like ordinary boxes. All kinds of ordinary gadgets can be put in to pass the inspection, while the things that need to be carried are hidden in the mezzanine.
However, two of the seven large suitcases just now did not put anything into the mezzanine, because the main body of the M1921 heavy machine gun is fixed and cannot be disassembled or stuffed in. The barrel of the 81mm mortar is also fixed. So true.
So if the guards insisted on checking each one just now, then Shen Yu would have to use special means.
In about ten minutes, the two weapons were assembled, and six mortar shells were taken out and placed on the bed.
On the platform between the ninth and tenth floors, the thick water-cooled sleeve of the M1921 heavy machine gun looked very powerful. It shone coldly under the moonlight; and the mortar was also mounted steadily next to it. .
In fact, the mortar cannot be used immediately. The zero position and zero line need to be checked and corrected before use.
Zero correction can be accomplished only with a level, but zero line correction is very troublesome. As an ordnance officer, the experienced Qiao Yang completed the zero position correction in a few clicks. However, due to limited conditions, he could not return to the zero line, so he simply ignored it. Attacking a target that was only a thousand meters away in a straight line would not be possible. There is too much error.
At 5:53 in the morning, the sun rises from the sea, and the first ray of morning light shines on the earth. Batavia will soon be busy again.
In the Taddeo military camp, two Javanese soldiers with ragged collars and sleepy eyes slowly walked into the garage.
They did not notice that the machine guns protruding from the turrets of the two tanks were slightly turned at an angle to aim, and were hit by the crossbow bolts fired by Zhou Changfeng and Li Liye.
One person groaned and fell to the ground, and the other screamed and staggered for a few steps before falling.
The latter's screams attracted the attention of others not far away, so another soldier came over to check the situation.
The shortcoming of the crossbow's slow reloading speed was revealed. Zhou Changfeng simply threw away the crossbow, pulled out the .22 pistol equipped with a simple silencer and fired three shots in a row.
Two shots for the body and one for the head. God shook his head when he saw it?
Unfortunately, because the reduced-charge .22LR bullet was too weak, the Javanese soldier who was hit by two bullets and was hit in the face by a third bullet was not killed on the spot. He had enough energy to scream.
"Fuck! Start the tank, let's go!" Zhou Changfeng said as he ran to the back of the tank and shook the Z-shaped rocker.
It was very strenuous at first, but after shaking it for a few times, it gradually became easier. A few seconds later, "Puff, puff, puff -" the engine roared, and a large stream of gray smoke poured out.
[Crank the handle to start the tank]
