Damn weather! Although the captain of the tank exposed half of his body, he was wearing a thick military uniform and a tank cap and his body was already full of sweat. He wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with his arms, and there was a constant buzzing sound in his head, and even the sound of shooting from the opposite side was ignored.

"Drive quickly!" the commander shouted. As soon as he finished calling, he felt his body suddenly as if something had hit him, and the shield in front of him was scarlet.

Until a second later, the initial numbness passed, and the huge pain came to his mind. He looked at his chest, and a hole appeared there, and blood was constantly spraying out from it.

"Save me quickly!" He shouted, his body lost its strength and fell into the tank. The sniper was sniped himself!

A huge pain hit him, and soon he lost consciousness. Before he lost consciousness, he could only hear gunfire sounds coming out of the outside.

Seeing his instructor killing a tank player with one shot, the rebel warriors hidden around him were immediately inspired and aimed and shot continuously with their guns. Unfortunately, their accuracy was too poor. It was already amazing to be able to hit bullets on the opponent's tank and splash sparks.

Several of the tankers were injured, and the rest took advantage of this short time to get back into the tank, close the hatch, and the battle officially began!

The commander used a circumferential periscope to observe the four sides. Compared to being exposed just now, his vision was greatly reduced, but, apart from this, they had no other choice. The body outside and being killed by a sniper is the most terrible result.

But just after they got into the tank, a more terrifying scene appeared.

There were many people in the empty room around, most of whom were civilians. They were holding something in their hands, lit it, and then threw it over.

Molotov cocktail!

In the mountainous areas of Afghanistan, the Afghan guerrillas initially used molten bottles to deal with Soviet tanks, although the effect was minimal.

Now, the distance is quite close, the street is less than ten meters wide, and there are houses on both sides. You can throw them out of the houses directly.

"Bang." A mobilizer splashed on the tank's turret, and the gasoline inside flowed out. Suddenly, the entire turret ignited flames.

The people inside were already very hot, but now the moor bottle ignited a little longer, and there was a big steamer inside. So the tank soldiers had to open the hatch and quickly climb out of it.

When they came out, they saw a scene that was even more surprised.

“rpg!”

Not only are there low-end civilian weapons such as the Molotov cocktail to fight tanks, but also more high-end weapons. RPGs that specialize in dealing with tanks!

That person must be a member of the resistance force of Hyderabad Tuban. He carried the rpg bazooka, flashed out from a corner, aimed at the tank in front, and then pulled the trigger.

A hot stream flew out from the tail, and the rpg rocket flew out from the front and headed towards the tank.

"Boom!" At such a close distance, the tank was easily hit. When the rocket boosted the grenade flew over, the energy-gathering warhead in front tore open the T-54's armor and a big explosion occurred inside.

"I hit it!" the rebel shouted loudly. He didn't know that the tanks next to him had already reacted. The turret turned and the dense bullets of the machine gun were swept down immediately.

His body twitched, and he looked at a tank and rumbled, crushing him from his body. When it hit his legs, they no longer breathed.

"Hurry, get on!" Masoud shouted: "Where are those rocket shooters? Where have they all died?"

"Where are people?" Binderlan Valer was also stunned. Now was the best opportunity to kill all these tanks, but the rest of the hidden RPG hands seemed to be scared?

"Telection, anyone who does not take the initiative will be shot immediately!" Masoud said: "As long as you shoot your rocket out, you can get a reward of 5,000 rupees regardless of whether you hit it or not!"

All of these people are gathered together by money, and Masud can only use this method.

Originally, the perfect encirclement here could kill more than 20 tanks, but unfortunately, the rpg hands around were not as brave as the civilians.

Of course, there are rewards for civilians who are willing to work so hard. As long as they throw a moor bottle, they will receive a reward of 1,000 rupees regardless of whether they hit the tank. Under this reward, these civilians have nothing, but now, they can still make money by relying on this method, and of course they all work hard.

Listening to Masood's words, Binderlanval gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that this is the only way, but we must fight in this way, and it is afraid that it will not last long."

It depends entirely on your own economic strength, and the wealth you snatch will probably be spent on this.

"What are you afraid of?" said Masoud: "If you become independent in the future, Hyderabad will have to print money by himself."

In the past, as the richest Turkish country, Hyderabad had independent railways and postal departments, and also had its own banknotes. Hyderabad Turkish country was completely like a country.

Now that Hyderabad has re-independence, it will naturally have to open a printing factory and print money by itself just like decades ago.

In a country with economic stability, the amount of banknotes must be controlled at a reasonable scale. Printing banknotes on a large scale will cause serious inflation.

Now, Masood doesn't care about these things. No matter what short checks you have made, you can just cash them together. Hyderabad issues his own currency and prints as much as he wants to, so he doesn't care about the economic rules.

Binderlandwale has no culture. In his opinion, if he can print money himself, he can solve the financial problem. Since this problem is solved, it will be too easy to fight wars to boost morale.

Sure enough, after the order was conveyed, the RPG rocketers who were originally arranged came out of their hidden buildings and launched attacks on the tanks of the Indian government forces.

Many rockets were shot away, and some even flew directly into the sky and regarded them as monkeys. However, the effect was still very good. One of the ten shots could hit, which would be enough for the Indian government troops to bear.

In this way, after they launched the attack, more than a dozen tanks burning at the scene had reached.

The battle began in the city.

Rushing over from the city, Ute's tank troops, listening to the explosions around in the central square of the city, Ute finally got angry.

The losses of more than a dozen tanks were already quite huge. The order he received was to bring the tank troops back intact. After all, this was the last property of the Indian army.

"We can't continue to fight," said the deputy commander: "We have to wait for our infantry to arrive. With the cover of infantry, we can easily exert the power of tanks without being approached by those rebels."

Tanks are not suitable for street fighting. Because of their narrow vision, they often ignore the head and tail in street fighting. Only by cooperating with infantry can they exert the power of tank fire support. Wherever there is resistance, they can directly use gunfire to level it.

Street fighting has always been the most serious casualties. If you want to reduce casualties, you can only attack like the Soviet Union attacked Jalalabad, bulldozer-like. When you come, everything is in ruins. There is no place to hide, and there is no room for snipers to move.

But now, the Indians cannot copy it because it is still the land of India. They are just here to wipe out the rebellion. If they are turned into ruins, they will face strong pressure. Moreover, they do not have so much ammunition. Over the years, India has not even had a qualified and complete ammunition production line, and many shells need to be imported. If India adopts the same tactics and cannot defeat half of the urban area, the ammunition stored in the arsenals of India will be consumed.

After occupying the city center here, even if the Hyderabad rebellion was put down, we could give an explanation to the above and an explanation to the whole country. At the same time, we could wait for the arrival of the infantry here and continue to encircle and suppress it. Following the adjutant's suggestion, Yut had to issue an order to stay here for the time being.

It's very wide here, so don't worry that those RPGs will get close to shooting. At the same time, the tank's turret is facing outward. As long as someone dares to get close, they will be treated with fire immediately!

Time passed by bit by bit, and it was already afternoon.

"We have to think of something else." In a basement, several leaders met, and Binderland Waller said: "It will be bad for us to drag it down."

Sarad also frowned. He wanted to retreat if he really couldn't, but he looked at the rest of the people and didn't say it out.

"I have a way," said Masoud. "We will collect the cows here and make a fire bull formation."

Cattle! In India, cattle are a very free animal. Half of the cows in India are ownerless. They wander on the streets. When they are hungry, they dig things from the garbage dump to eat. When they are sleepy, they sleep on the road. They are similar to stray dogs. However, their status is very high. Except for two states, killing cattle is forbidden in other places.

Now, Masoude's suggestion made everyone stunned. Fire Bull Formation?

"We tie grass on the cattle's tail and then ignite it. In this way, the cattle will be frightened and rushed forward. We can follow behind and get close to the distance that can launch rpgs." Masoud said: "If those government forces dare to fire at our divine cows, they will be the enemy of the entire South Asian subcontinent!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!