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

Chapter 211 No.1: T90!

As soon as Andreev finished announcing the name of the competition event, the logistics staff came behind him holding a huge sign.

Several points are marked on the map, judging from the location of the map.

The starting point is the shore of Lake Baikal at their feet!

As for the end point, it is in the north of Lake Baikal!
The straight-line distance is 50 kilometers!

After everyone looked at the map for a while, Andreev pointed to the place marked as the shore of Lake Baikal!

“Originally, the second phase of the project was tank ballet!”

"But! We don't think that kind of soft competition is interesting!"

“So, we’ve prepared a new project!”

"50 kilometers formation penetration!"

"All tanks participating in the competition will be grouped according to the drawing of lots!"

"Then!"

After a heavy pause, Andreev pointed at the mark on the map.

"Start here!"

"The tank formation needs to carry out a penetration of fifty kilometers in a straight line!"

"Then come back!"

"The first one to arrive gets 100 points! No. 2 gets 10 points off!"

"Along the way! Our engineers set up many obstacles! Such as anti-infantry mines and RPGs!"

"Similarly, there are also a lot of targets set up!"

"The target is worth 5 points each! Hitting one is worth 5 points!"

"Crossfire! Attack the targets simultaneously! Get points!"

"This is the main method of this 50-kilometer formation penetration!"

"According to groups! Each tank formation is three tanks!"

"Finally arriving at the coordinate point, for every tank missing from the formation, 50 points will be deducted! Both the tank and the crew are missing, and 100 points will be deducted!"

"Less than two cars! 0 points!"

"Start drawing lots now!"

All the commanders gathered together, and the person who drew lots brought a box.

The big-haired Timokov was the first to step forward, grabbed the note and took it out.

Group A!
Not to be outdone, the truck driver Amélie stepped forward and reached out to grab Group A.

After unfolding the note and taking a look, he and Timokov spat on the ground almost at the same time.

Disgusting, so disgusting!
Others drew lots one after another, and when the three crews from Dragon Kingdom came forward to draw lots, the people who got the bad draws cast their hopeful eyes over them.

Who doesn't want a good teammate?

If both electromagnetic tanks are on your side!

Not to mention how beautiful it is!
After the two people in front finished grabbing, Mo Yu reached out and grabbed it.

Open the note, Group A.

Andreev received everyone's notes and announced the grouping information.

Group A: Damao T-90, America M1A2-SEP, Mo Yu’s 59-G.

Group B: Another 59-G, Sanmao’s T72B3, and Bharat’s Arjun.

Group C: Dragon Kingdom 00A, Shile’s Merkava, Lion’s Kalal.

Group D: Balkan Tiger M-84AS2, Jiji T72A, Taji T-62M.

Group E: Gallic AMX-56, Prussian Leopard 2, British Challenger-2.

There are five groups in total.

Seeing the crew lists of each group, Mo Yu had the illusion that this grouping was definitely intentional!
Every group has at least two enemies!

Moreover, they all have certain friendly relations with third parties!

Absolutely!

When this grouping list fell into the eyes of netizens in the live broadcast room, these people instantly became happy.

——"Haha! Group A! I really want to know if the T-90 tank and the M1A2 will walk side by side, with their muzzles facing each other!"

——"I want to see Arjun's Turbo!"

——"No, no, no! I want to know even more, where did Shile get the courage to sign up for this competition!" ——"The Lion's Karar is here? That tank can actually be used?"

——"Since you dare to pull it over, it must be usable! But compared to other tanks that have traveled thousands of kilometers, there must be a gap!"

——"Say there are enemies in Group D?"

——"Jiji Country likes to cause trouble with neighboring countries!"

——"I can't wait! Let this game start quickly!"

——"Don't panic yet! Wait until my VR glasses and simulation seat arrive!"

After taking a break at noon, the crew returned to their tanks.

Reluctantly, he directed the tank towards the assembly point.

Andreev once again took out a map with five colored arrows on it.

"Group A! Center! Frontal assault!"

"Group BC! On the left and right wings of Group A, responsible for covering the advance!"

"Group D! On the left side of Group B! Parallel assault!"

"Group E! Right side of Group C! Parallel assault!"

After talking about the layout, Andreev picked up the whistle on his chest and stuffed it into his mouth.

Inhale slowly.

His whole face bulged into a toad.

Then all the air was exhaled by him, the whistle sounded loudly, and a dozen tanks roared loudly and rushed forward.

After all the tanks rushed out of the camp, Andreev returned to the broadcast truck.

This time, the rights to broadcast the tank biathlon competition are due to Mo Yu's work.

The first phase was sold for a high price of US$[-] million!
The corresponding revenue from second-generation videos cannot be estimated yet!

In short, it’s a bloody profit!
After patting the person who drew lots hard on the shoulder, Andreev encouraged him softly: "Well done! This time, we will definitely be number one!"

"Victory belongs to the T-90!"

"But what we sell is T-90S!" the person who drew lots replied!
Andreev waved his hand,
"It's okay, it's all the same! Are the targets ready?"

"Everything is arranged according to your instructions! The roads guided by the targets on the A team's side are all good roads! We will definitely arrive as quickly as possible!"

Andreev was very satisfied with his subordinate's work and patted him on the shoulder again.

Turning around, staring at the footage returned by the drone, he used the walkie-talkie to remotely control the broadcast and switch the footage.

"Switch the camera to Shiloh's Merkava, and at the same time put out the parameters they claim!"

The camera quickly switched to Shi Le's side.

This tank, which is said to be the most powerful tank on the surface, fell into a puddle of mud shortly after it rushed into the woods!
At the same time, two tanks, one on the left and one on the right, stopped in front for a while.

The commander of 00A started to reverse the car with a look of unlucky look on his face.

The commander of Karar leaned half out of the turret and stared at the Merkava stuck in the mud.

After this tank was released, no actual combat data has been released, and the gun barrel is constantly moving.

It seemed like he was getting ready for a blow.

After hesitating for a long time, the commander still directed the tank to reverse.

This is in someone else's home.

Taking part in the competition!
You can't take action. If you have a chance in the future, slowly kill these idiots!
However, when two tanks came to the rescue, the sky soldiers on Merkava were unwilling to get off the tanks.

Instead, he stood on the turret and began to act as a commander.

In a rage, the lion Kalal dropped the wire rope, turned his head, and rushed directly to his destination.

The commander of 00A looked at it for a while and said that the mud could not get on the wall.

With a big wave of his hand, he followed the traces of Kalal's departure and chased after him.

There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up!
Just a hundred percent, just call it back!

At the same time that the two tanks left, Andreev acted as the anchor and began to broadcast today's game.

"Okay! Judging from Merkava's performance! Group C has lost a hundred points!"

"To be honest! When Shile said he wanted to participate in the competition, I refused!"

"The main thing is that your tanks have serious false targets! You can still play on the desert flats, but this place is not suitable for you!"

(End of this chapter)