Chapter 1443 - 470: Western Front Assault

Chapter 1443: Chapter 470: Western Front Assault

The world is filled with the submissive, with thousands of enslaved subjects, but it has never lacked heroes who dare to stand up.

Perhaps they may look no different from ordinary people in daily life, but when the right moment comes and it’s time for them to make a stand, they will unhesitatingly rise up and stand at the forefront, resisting oppression.

This is not just a technical war, but also a war between people.

A war between the people and the colonizers.

Cuba is not like those cowards in New America who dare not fire their guns in resistance while being oppressed.

There were people who resisted and succeeded here a hundred years ago; the seeds they planted were merely buried during bloody suppression, not lost.

A hundred years is not enough to make the people of this land forget what struggle is. Many middle-aged people heard stories from their elders about the era when the people were in charge; back then, Cuba wasn’t a drug-producing country but a nation with advanced medicine, influential enough to sway global affairs.

Today some are watering, some are fertilizing, some are uprooting, so you will either explode in silence or die in silence; there’s no path for mere survival.

So is the issue only about blowing up the bridge?

Of course not.

I don’t dare to play big, but it doesn’t mean I dare not do anything at all.

When the proletariat is determined to confront you, you’ll find everything goes wrong.

I mix water into your Chun Er gasoline, put fewer screws during vehicle and tank maintenance, sprinkle some sand into the spark plugs, slack off during road maintenance...

Don’t underestimate these seemingly useless non-violent resistances; once a bunch of little problems accumulate and surface, it ultimately manifests as systemic decay.

Can it be done without relying on local workers?

Then who will repair the roads and conduct wartime maintenance?

Relying on the European masters?

If there’s sufficient time, they indeed could foster a force that supports them, just like they did with drug traffickers.

But unfortunately, no one will give them that time now, and they never intended to leave a way out for the Cubans. When people are forced to the brink, don’t blame them for resorting to desperate measures.

The Cubans have their battlefield.

The players have their battlefield.

Aside from the triumphant advance on the Eastern Front, the Western Front is equally heated.

In fact, due to the concentration of armored forces on the Western Front, it appears more startling than the Eastern Front.

On the plains outside the old defenses of Havana, an armored battalion of over forty modified tanks is speeding across the enemy positions at 120KM per hour, firing sideways at a 90° angle.

Normal humans know that the accuracy of tank mobile shooting is very poor; even at 30KM per hour on flat ground, the shooting precision is virtually non-existent.

But except for one type of people.

Humans installed with Sianweistan+Krenzikov+high-precision smart fire control systems.

Or whether these entities are considered humans is now a big question mark.

These augmentations are actually not uncommon; many European soldiers have them installed, but they use these augmentations as their trump card, at most three to four times a day, definitely not for frequent daily shooting.

But those bastards on the opposite side aren’t human!

They’re a bunch of damn walking A-bots!

Since the start of the war, they haven’t stopped!

Sitting in the cabin as the commander, Red Barrel is immensely pleased. Driving the big excavator on the construction site is the limit normally, but now he hasn’t been a tank commander before.

He leans over the photoelectric sight, shouting excitedly.

"Fire! Quick, fire! There’s an enemy tank 2.7 kilometers ahead!"

"Got it! Got it!"

Big Ass, treated like cattle, dares not complain and has to act as both driver and gunner. Fortunately, he modified himself with four arms, otherwise he would really struggle.

The enemy’s main battle tank likewise spotted the AE86 in the distance and attempted to rotate its turret to aim.

Both sides are suppressing infantry fiercely with automatic machine guns by their brows, preventing those guys from interfering with the tank duel.

Luckily, the distance between the two sides is far enough; otherwise, with Red Barrel’s terrifying mobility, the German tank turret rotation might not keep up with the speed of the other side, emphasizing superior mobility.

Even so, with fire control radar assistance, the gunner finds aiming sideways at Red Barrel extremely taxing and can only shoot ahead.

"Damn it!"

The gunner curses helplessly.

He’s driven tanks for so long and never seen one that can run at this speed. What kind of darn engine can propel tens of tons to over a hundred kilometers?

A normal engine sure can’t achieve this, but if it’s levitation engine weight reduction + hybrid system propulsion, then it can be done.

What nonsense levitation, it’s all crooked ways!

"Fire!"

Both sides fire almost simultaneously, and the German gunner’s extraordinary shooting skills meant that despite Red Barrel’s tank speeding fiercely, it still scored a direct hit on its front end.

With a bang, sparks flew up to the sky, Red Barrel’s tank front end exploded, its two tracks directly broken through.

"We’ve penetrated the enemy’s tracks! It’s paralyzed!"

But unfortunately, the gunner couldn’t shout this sentence anymore.

His skills are indeed great, but how can they compare to the big brother’s prowess?

Big Ass fired a shot, hitting the braincase of the German main battle tank. Although the penetration of the electromagnetic cannon isn’t as strong as the electromagnetic cannon, it still cannot be countered by armor reaching the equivalent of 1500mm homogeneous steel plate grade, even if Meissner armor was additionally fitted, it’s not enough.