After yelling, Dayan raised a Thomson submachine gun in his hand and shot wildly at the No. 4 tank behind him.

At the same time, the personnel in the carriages such as AT and Poluo also opened fire at the tank.

Zhuye even pulled out the security pin of an MK2 grenade and threw it at the tank behind him.

Suddenly, dense bullets hit at most 100 meters away, and the body of the No. 4 tank, warheads and Mars continued to splash.

Unfortunately, whether it is a 0.45-inch caliber pistol bullet, a 0.30-06 caliber rifle bullet, or a rupture of an MK2 grenade.

They have no effect on a big guy with more than 20 tons like the No. 4 tank.

After all, no matter how awesome the marksman is.

On a fast-moving bumpy truck, if you want to hit the tank driver multiple times, there is an active and narrow observation hole with small surfaces, so as to achieve the goal of killing the opponent.

Such an idea is really mysterious and outrageous.

The problem is that everyone in the car looked at the No. 4 tank behind him, and now they are chasing them closer and closer. Now they are less than 100 meters away, and the threat of the shells fired is getting bigger and bigger.

They really have no good way to do it except keep firing in their instinct.

So what! According to the basic common sense of modern planes, the speed of trucks driving is faster than tanks.

Relying on the faster speed of the truck, Bai Xiang was able to drive the truck and pull away the distance, throw away the No. 4 tank and then escape.

But now Mercedes-Benz trucks are running in the wheat field after harvest.

Because the ground is dry enough, the wheels will not be trapped; but on relatively soft ground, the trucks simply cannot run to the highest speed.

On the contrary, the tracked No. 4 tank was not affected much at all.

But the most critical problem is that when facing the 75mm caliber short-barrel tank gun, Bai Xiang dared to drive a straight line now.

He was called by the German sticks and hit him, and the car of people immediately went to heaven.

Therefore, the white elephant could only drive a truck in the wasteland, constantly driving out irregular S-shaped to avoid the shells that were greeted from time to time.

This naturally slowed down, making the tank behind him chase the closer.

The only thing I can be a little grateful for is that the other party doesn’t know how long it took to fight and how many people they killed, and the 2,000 machine gun bullets in the car were exhausted.

So much so that at present, the MG34 general-purpose machine gun has been shut down.

If there was such a machine gun, the people in the car would have been blocked.

However, if the situation continues to develop like this, the No. 4 tank will have at most one or two minutes to completely catch up with them.

At that time, there is no need to fire the gun, and it can knock over their broken truck full of gun holes.

Under the above pressure, Dachang and others kept greeting the white elephant in their mouths.

Even though he actually knew in his heart that Bai Xiang was driving now, he was definitely trying his best, and he wanted to step on the accelerator into the fuel tank.

Under such tremendous pressure, a soldier in a car finally collapsed.

He threw away the Garland automatic rifle that had been empty in his hand and started yelling in a crying voice: "F**K, I don't want to die here, I still want to go back to celebrate Christmas."

While speaking, he lifted a car of ragged tarpaulins and jumped directly from the speeding car.

Because the movement was so abrupt that others didn't have time to catch him.

Then, everyone in the car could see that the soldier seemed to have quite good luck.

Because after he jumped off the car, his feet rolled on the ground as soon as they touched the ground. Not only did he not hit any stone, he also successfully removed most of the force on his body.

Then, after getting up, although he was a little limping, he was running away with all his might.

The problem is that at this time, the remaining crew members in the No. 4 tank proved their plan to be unstoppable for everyone in the car.

They would rather stretch the distance from the truck a little further than knocking the soldier who thought he had escaped after taking a small turn.

Then he ran over to the soldier's body, which fell to the ground, and directly crushed him.

What a guy! That kind of scene where the human body suddenly exploded under the crushing of heavy tracks, causing the scalp of the large intestine and others in the carriage to numb.
Chapter completed!