I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

"New goal."

Franz glanced at the distance measurement of the combined imaging auxiliary rangefinder and provided Sayaf with the direction: "9 o'clock on the left, distance 1485."

'Armor-piercing shells loaded.'

'Aiming...'

Sayyaf stepped on the pedals and patiently controlled the turret to follow the opponent's rotation. When the enemy tank in the sight stopped and prepared to fire, he decisively pressed the fire button with both hands.

An armor-piercing bullet with a green glow at the tail shot out from the barrel. The slender 88mm barrel and special appearance design gave it an unparalleled initial velocity of 900, and the nearly straight trajectory guaranteed a super high hit rate.

The shell accurately penetrated the front armor plate of the enemy tank and exited from its rear, piercing it directly.

'boom! '

A shell fell from the sky and hit the Tiger's gun shield. After a loud bang, the shell was bounced out, and Franz and others inside swayed slightly and passed away.

This is really good luck. You know, among the current Alliance's own tank forces, only the Tiger has the ability to ensure a certain accuracy of artillery fire while moving. The Shermans don't have it, and the opponent's goblin tanks naturally don't have it either.

Therefore, Franz and others did not take these tanks that were firing their shells seriously at all. They watched the excitement but actually they themselves did not know where the shells would fly. The one that hit them was certainly a dog's luck.

As the tank commander, Franz's idea was simple: to use the 88 gun's unrivaled attack range of 2000 meters to kill enemy tanks and force them to move.

They prioritize attacking those who are not moving, minimizing the probability of the enemy's artillery hitting them.

Once they start moving, the different positions and conditions of the vehicles, the different ideas of the commanders, and the different control over the timing of main gun firing, the overall coordination will be very chaotic, and the whole line will be pulled into a long snake formation.

In addition, if we don't move when the enemy moves, we can maximize the advantage of the Tiger tank's main gun. During this period, as long as we kill the tanks that have stopped to prepare for precise artillery fire, we can offset the numerical gap between the two sides to the greatest extent.

Although Franz and others had absolute confidence in the Tiger's armored defense capabilities, why wouldn't they take advantage of it?

[Tiger? Damn it! It’s a Tiger!!!]

'Did the short guys say anything about how to deal with this guy?'

'It seems not?'

'No, haven't we only seen photos?'

The goblins never thought that they would encounter Alliance tanks even though they sold their goods so far away from the Alliance. Naturally, they did not talk too much to the demons about the performance of their opponents' tanks. After all, when it comes to buying and selling, one should be careful of comparison.

The quality of tanks manufactured by the goblins is basically equivalent to the indicators of the Alliance light tanks. They can definitely be used, but it is really too much to let light tanks fight heavy tanks.

They would never have thought that the weapons of the two sides would actually collide one day.

"Forget it, charge forward! Close the distance quickly, we can't be beaten like this!"

Although they said that it couldn't be hit by such a big enemy, the 1500-meter distance between the two sides became a veritable death tunnel. The thickest gun shield armor thickness of the Demon Goblin Tank was only over 100 mm, which meant that as long as the Tiger could hit the target, it could penetrate the opponent's armor and invade the interior no matter where it was.

The maximum time for manual reloading of the Tiger is 5-6 seconds, but this is very energy-consuming, so now one death armor-piercing shell is loaded every 8 seconds, waiting to be fired from the Tiger's main gun to kill one of the lucky ones.

Before the distance of 1500 meters was more than halfway, 10 tanks on the road were blown up one after another. The speed of loss was completely beyond the commander's expectations.

This time he didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, and directly ordered all the tanks that could still move to attack, trying to completely eliminate them in one round.

"Target, 37 degrees, keep firing."

As the distance between the two sides shortened, the density of tanks increased, and more and more shells hit the bunkers and front and side armor of the Tiger tanks, and the front face of the Tiger tanks became bumpy.

But that’s the extent of it.

Compared to the tank units that were fighting fiercely with the Tiger tanks, the infantry units in the infantry-tank coordination were the ones who were really unlucky. Although the Tiger tanks basically ignored the infantry scattered throughout the war zone, their own tanks that were occasionally penetrated and exploded still caused them heavy casualties.

Watching the increasingly dense and accurate artillery attacks, Sayyaf and his men silently prayed for the goddess's blessing. They were not afraid of the tanks being attacked, but if the slender 88mm gun was hit by a shell and damaged, they would be doomed.

After all, facing enemies that are several times their number, they cannot retreat and adopt mobile warfare, and can only choose to face the goblin tank group head-on.

The Tiger tank's armor is enough to withstand all attacks, but its heavy weight also makes it easy for it to have problems in the mud, so try not to move if possible.

However, compared to the pressure faced by Franz and others, the commander of the Demon Tank Division could not bear it first and forced the attacking tanks to retreat and repair the entire breakthrough line, which suddenly came to a standstill.

In just less than ten minutes, the losses of the entire tank division made the division commander feel like he was about to fall apart on the spot.

After these two rounds of echelon charges, only less than forty of the hundreds of tanks were able to retreat safely, and more than sixty tanks were turned into scrap metal forever or broke down halfway and had to be abandoned.

In just a short while, his complete tank division with more than 300 tanks was left with only half of its combat power. Who could accept such a gap?

Whether he could accept the reality or not, Franz would not accept it anyway.

"Move, it's time for us to take the initiative."

A puff of white smoke suddenly emerged from the engine compartment of the Tiger tank huddled in the shattered bunker, and the staggered road wheels under the tracks began to turn, driving the huge body of the tank to chase in the direction of the enemy's retreat.

The radio operator and driver on the tank also began to operate the protective machine guns to clear out the remaining demon soldiers. From time to time, the tank's main gun would switch to high-explosive bombs to blow up the sneaky demon machines in the distance.

In such an open area, the demons' machines and tanks have no cover to protect them, and being targeted means basically death.

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Rhodes pushed open the hatch, struggled to get out of the turret, and sat down on the ground, his back against the dirty and muddy tank tracks, gasping for breath, not caring at all about his dirty uniform.

Or maybe he didn't care if his dirty uniform got a few more stains. The goblin tank was good in every way except that it was not easy to use. Its low turret and cramped interior made it look like a weapon built for the goblins themselves.

The huge engine took up a lot of space, and the intense noise and huge heat made it impossible for his clothes to dry, making it very uncomfortable for these big guys to use.

The only consolation is that its powerful firepower and sturdy armor have saved his humble life countless times as an ordinary demon.

But luck won't always favor him...

Just when they received the order to search for the unknown enemy, his comrades crossed the raised plain first and disappeared from their sight for a short time. After a few loud noises, there was no movement.

It was soon his turn. Rhodes and more of his comrades' tanks rushed across the plain slope. When they climbed over the small slope and saw the front line clearly, a terrible scene appeared before their eyes.

Most of the ten tanks that had crossed over earlier had caught fire and exploded, leaving only three still fighting back desperately. Dust flew in the air and flashes of light penetrated the fog. Metal blocks of the goblin tanks flew everywhere, and the low turret was floating in the sky like a big iron pot.

His comrades died one after another in the explosion, while Rhodes directed the driver to hide behind a burning tank and observe the situation.

The magic communication channel was filled with the voices of comrades calling their targets, trying to reorganize the chaotic team.

Rhodes used his crude instruments to search for the target, but he could see nothing. The dust and fire completely obscured their vision.

Until suddenly a bright flash of artillery fire in the distance exposed the enemy's position.

He frantically cranked the turret wheel to try to aim at the enemy, but the enemy was too far away. Even if he knew where it was, he could hardly see a point and could only fire blindly in the general direction.

The Tiger's gun sight is overwhelmingly ahead of the competition. With 3x magnification, it can see clearly even at a distance of 500 meters. However, the crude aiming device on the Goblin tank is basically useless unless it is pulled within meters, and in most cases it is not even as good as the naked eye.

This involves issues such as the basis of optical processing accuracy and the application of theoretical systems.

Superficial things are easy to learn, but they are nothing more than copying others. However, the alliance's leading position in soft power is difficult to copy successfully.

After all, the breakthroughs of many devices are not the result of leading in any particular field, but rather the result of the entire industrial chain reaching a certain level, and the products that are naturally born after the overall breakthrough.

When it comes to weapons, they all feel a little lacking.

The armor is not so good because we haven't yet learned the carburizing process, nor do we know how to use cold forging to increase the density of steel and change the properties of special alloys.

The gun barrel is a little worse. It is also a smoothbore gun and does not require drilling rifling. The split-cast gun barrel manufactured by the goblins and demons together has a qualified caliber that cannot exceed 60.

The engine is a little worse. For the same 8-cylinder hybrid engine, the Alliance can make it meet the size requirements and have a horsepower of over 400, while their maximum horsepower barely reaches .

A little bit here and a little bit there, and when the final results are compared, the two sides no longer seem to be in the same world.

The only leading inclined armor plate is the half-baked intelligence obtained by spies. They only know that inclined armor can improve the equivalent, but they don't know how much it should be tilted, what each angle can reach, and under what circumstances to use inclined armor.

Although they were equipped with more "advanced" sloped armor, the huge engine and bearing gearbox made their body 0.4 meters higher than the design.

The installation of sloped armor with a higher protection area must be longer, and the longer sloped armor increases the basic tonnage of the tank and reduces its maneuverability, while also compressing the crew's activity space and ammunition load.

The cramped space even forced the crew to reduce the number of members, and the commander had to take on the job of gunner, which barely allowed the tank to move.

Not to mention the internal hardware and software. Most of the various reconnaissance, ranging and aiming equipment only solved the problem of whether they existed and could be used. Whether they were easy to use was not within the consideration of the nobles at all. After all, which noble could squeeze into such a small entrance and exit hatch?

Rhodes fired again and again, and so did the tanks around him. Everyone numbly fired back in that direction, but it was almost ineffective as they were hit one by one.

When it was almost his turn, the commander finally gave the order to retreat. The artillery fire like the god of death knocked down his comrades around him one by one, but in the end he saved his life.

He carefully took out a pack of unbranded handmade tobacco from his arms, slid a match to light a tobacco and took a deep puff. The special extract Nacotine filled inside the tobacco leaves relieved his tense emotions and he felt like he was floating in the air.

The purple face of the purple potato spirit was flushed with a strange and obvious blush.

You know what, although he hated these tanks that looked like toy cars, the tobacco sold by the goblins, which was mixed with their local specialty plants, was really good stuff. One puff of it could keep him energetic for several days without eating or drinking.

Even getting into the dark and narrow carriage filled with all kinds of strange smells didn't seem so unbearable.

Well... it's a bit addictive. It's only been half a month since he learned how to smoke, but now he can't stop smoking if he doesn't smoke for a while. He spends all his salary on it. He really spends money wherever he earns it, and wants to take it home as soon as he gets it.

There were also many demon soldiers who had survived the disaster. Like Rhodes, they took out cigarettes of similar packaging from their pockets, put them in their mouths, and puffed out smoke with a look of enjoyment.

So much so that when a shell blew away one of their tanks along with their companions who were floating in the air, few people reacted and just stood there smoking.

Rhodes reacted very quickly. The moment he heard the explosion, he crawled and flipped into the tank with a cigarette in his mouth. After calming himself down, he frantically turned the wheel to rotate the turret.

The guy who had been attacking them finally appeared in front of him. The long gun barrel and the tall, square and solid body were covered with dense bullet holes. These scars not only did not destroy its might, but instead, like a man's scars, added a bit of bloodthirsty aura.

Countless bullets were fired at it from all directions, creating bright sparks on its surface. A shell landed on the side of its turret and created a new dent.

It just paused for a moment and then continued to turn the turret to aim at the new target as if nothing had happened.

As the turret turned, another shell shot out, killing a tank that was in motion, and the infantry around it who were using it as cover to fire were blown into the sky.

If you are far away, you will suffer from the range, and if you are close, you will suffer from the armor.

Chapter 469 Suck Suck Suck ~

On the soft sofa, Medea was sleeping soundly with an elementary school Chinese textbook on his chest.

The warm sunlight shone through the window onto Medea's face, giving her peaceful sleeping face a faint golden outline. There was no one around.

The female guards around her stood dozens of meters away from her, not daring to get close, let alone look directly at her face.

To those who are closer to the Queen, the Queen when she is awake is actually more like the Queen, and even very cute in most cases.

But once she falls asleep, her breath becomes deep and heavy, and beneath her calm and kind appearance, it seems as if there is a suppressed raging golden storm leaking out unconsciously. The closer you get to her soul, the more obvious the tearing sensation becomes. 40 meters away is the maximum distance they can endure.

If someone else came in, not to mention walking in standing, it would be considered a sign of strong willpower if they didn't crawl in on their knees.

'Suck...'

In her sleep, Medea frowned her delicate brows, and the invisible aura that pressed down on everyone suddenly dissipated.

The textbook on her chest rose and fell slightly, revealing the furry little head hidden under the textbook.

'Suck, suck...'

The sucking sound could be clearly heard in the closed room. The bodyguards who had just walked into the living room paused, and then all retreated the next second.