【原创少战同人】(4)激烈的英美坦克战!(上篇) 大学篇(5)
“Yes commander!” Came the response.
The Chaffee started to get out, “Get ready to take the shot” The gunner held her breath as they rotated. She opened fire and the tank rocked to the side. She missed……The Cromwell is still approaching!
“Rotate one 80 degrees, the tank is behind a rock!” The driver started to pull the lever and rotate the tracks but still in a high-speed mode. Then she suddenly hit the brake and sharply turned the Cromwell to the left. The Cromwell did a 180 flick in the dirt, and the barrel was now pointing right at the Chaffee’s engine block.
“PONG!!!”
In the middle of the field:
The Centurion was really working hard. The turret started to turn and set its sights on the closest tank. Despite the awful terrain, the auto stabilization of the Centurion’s gun kept the barrel next to completely level.
“Ready to fire!” Grey heard the loader over the radio. “Fire when ready!” The commander ordered.
A quarter of a second later the 17 pounder out the engine and a tracer round soared through the air and smashed into the closest tank, which was facing away. The commander of the Team Centurion, a girl named Twining, looked through her binoculars and saw the white flag pop out. “That’s a kill. Next one is…the M48!”
The Chaffee started to get out, “Get ready to take the shot” The gunner held her breath as they rotated. She opened fire and the tank rocked to the side. She missed……The Cromwell is still approaching!
“Rotate one 80 degrees, the tank is behind a rock!” The driver started to pull the lever and rotate the tracks but still in a high-speed mode. Then she suddenly hit the brake and sharply turned the Cromwell to the left. The Cromwell did a 180 flick in the dirt, and the barrel was now pointing right at the Chaffee’s engine block.
“PONG!!!”
In the middle of the field:
The Centurion was really working hard. The turret started to turn and set its sights on the closest tank. Despite the awful terrain, the auto stabilization of the Centurion’s gun kept the barrel next to completely level.
“Ready to fire!” Grey heard the loader over the radio. “Fire when ready!” The commander ordered.
A quarter of a second later the 17 pounder out the engine and a tracer round soared through the air and smashed into the closest tank, which was facing away. The commander of the Team Centurion, a girl named Twining, looked through her binoculars and saw the white flag pop out. “That’s a kill. Next one is…the M48!”