A 30,000-ton destroyer, you say it’s a fishing boat?

Chapter 206 Friendship first, competition second!
There is no roar of the diesel engine or billowing smoke, just acceleration!
Just a slight buzz!
That's the sound of the motor running at high speed!

The 59-G driven by Mo Yu suddenly accelerated and quickly missed the third echelon behind.

Here we accelerated, and the TV camera immediately turned around.

There is no way, in this era when trams are controversial.

On this avenue outside Moscow!

A fully electric tank is enough to attract attention!
If this tank can achieve excellent results in this tank biathlon!
Then the next development direction of tanks may change to electric drive!
The premise is that Longguo does not restrict the purchase or sale of batteries!
After all, many experts in the energy field have hung Mo Yu's portraits in their homes.

I just hope that this great immortal can bless my experiment to be successful!

The beautiful female host stood in the car and explained loudly:

"Okay! The tanks of our third echelon are starting to work! News from the organizer!"

"This tank is driven by Mr. Mo Yu! The crew members are our Mr. Jiutong and Brother Li!"

The words were relayed along with the signal, and the studio director immediately displayed the three people's mugshots in the live broadcast room.

Three people, three looks, the only thing in common is that they look stupid.

"This tank is fast!"

"According to the news sent back by the speed measuring team! His current speed has reached 60 kilometers per hour!"

"You know! This is a tank! And this is not a highway!"

"I thought of a word! A perfect match!"

"Three minutes after the T90 tank passed the first hairpin! Mr. Mo Yu also arrived!"

"This is still a long downhill section! It's 5 kilometers long! It's a small souvenir before leaving Moscow!"

Through the picture transmitted back by the drone, Mo Yu did not choose to slow down, but pushed the power lever slightly.

It's faster!
In the sky, the drones followed by the TV station captured this situation keenly.

A bright red reminder appeared in front of the female anchor.

The female anchor covered her face with her hands and screamed loudly:

"What! Mr. Mo Yu didn't choose to slow down before entering the corner!"

"Yes! Our drone sent back footage! He didn't slow down! He even accelerated!"

"What is he going to do?"

"Could it be! He wants to show us the legendary bend in the drainage canal?"

"The problem is, this is a tank!"

"According to the information obtained from the organizing committee, Mr. Mo Yu's tank has a full load weight of 60 tons! Such a heavy thing will drift!"

"Something's going to go wrong!"

Under the drone lens, Mo Yu has entered the hairpin bend.

Instead of turning, he crashed directly into the red brick wall ahead.

Curve directly from above through the wall, along the steep slope, and rush straight down!

It is a steep slope of nearly [-] degrees, and there are some bushes growing on the steep slope.

It is growing stubbornly.

However, at this moment, a crawler track pressed over the heads of these indifferent bushes.

Occasionally, a small tree blocked the way and was crushed over.

Mo Yu rushed down from the front. The tanks behind him did not follow the charge, but chose to take a detour.

The TV station's car stopped at the broken brick wall, and the female anchor stood in the car and looked down.

Only a retreating figure can be seen.

She held her face in her hands and shouted with a look of infatuation:
"Oh my goodness!"

"Mr. Mo Yu...he...is...so handsome!"

"He didn't choose to take the usual path! He chose to rush straight down!"

"Just like his research, it's confusing! There's no way to find out!" "As the old saying goes, fast corners are really fast! Who can't give gas to a straight line?"

In every train group, there is a device for listening to the radio.

I heard the people behind me chose to rush down the hillside!
In the first echelon, the commander of the Prussian crew opened the turret roof and looked to the rear.

On the edge of the winding mountain road, a tank was rushing down at an unimaginable speed.

Looking at that crazy tank, the fear in the commander's genes slowly awakened.

It seemed that many years ago, my grandfather had encountered such a tank attack!
Just as brave and unafraid of death!

Just as courageous!

only!
This is not the country where this crew is located!

But another behemoth that has died!

His body trembled, and the captain got into the car. With trembling hands, he pushed the driver hard.

"Press the pedal to the end! Get rid of them!"

Although the driver didn't quite understand what the commander was afraid of, he still put his hand on the accelerator lever, tilted his head, and gently pushed the accelerator lever forward.

"understand!"

This Leopard 2 has reached the straight road section.

As the driver gently pushed the accelerator lever, the smoke emitted from the exhaust pipe gradually became thicker!

At the same time, the distance from Amélie's truck crew was suddenly widened.

Next to it, the Amélie truck crew, the commander was at the machine gunner's position, looking behind him with binoculars.

Saw that rampaging tank.

He couldn't help but want to ask, is this tank so durable?
As he watched, the T-90 still on the curve behind caught his attention.

Because that bastard tank is actually rotating the turret!
Yes!Rotate the turret!
Moreover, the commander easily analyzed that the gun barrel was locking its position!
A bad thought came to his mind!
That bastard Tank wants to do it to himself!
He didn't hesitate!
He picked up the communicator issued by the organizing committee, pressed the switch, and cursed inside.

"Damn Maozi! What do you want to do! Move your barrel away from me!"

The next second, Lariel's apologetic voice sounded over the communicator.

"We are not very skilled with this vehicle! We need to use the barrel to balance it!"

"I definitely didn't mean to hit you!"

"Although this is a competition, we also know that friendship comes first and competition comes second!"

Lariel's words of apology were mixed with anger.

It's all about one shot, just one shot and the like.

Captain America didn't say much, just pulled up the lid and asked the driver to speed up.

At the same time, rotate the turret to the rear to guard against possible sneak attacks!
In the T-90 crew, commander Lariel once again tied the gunner back to his position.

The gunner was still struggling, and at the same time he was mumbling: "Lalil! Do you want to have a shot too?"

"Let me go! Let's have sex!"

"You have to believe in my skills! I can definitely defeat the opponent with one shot!"

Just as Lariel was about to reply, the driver suddenly let out a scream, and the tank came to an abrupt stop on the side of the road.

The other people in the car were thrown to pieces and got up. The car commander, Lariel, asked quickly:

"what's the situation?"

"Well, a tank flew down from above and blocked the front! It's a tank from the Dragon Kingdom!"

Lariel breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was not an enemy and put his head in front of the observation window.

At a glance, I happened to see the hatch of the tank driver's seat open in front of me.

A hand stretched out from there.

He waved to the road ahead, beckoning them to go ahead.

(End of this chapter)