Mixed in Marvel to be a master

Chapter 83

"Sir, Colonel William Ogden is reporting to you!" An army colonel straightened his waist and saluted him meticulously.

"Relax, Colonel." Bai Mu didn't have the mind to pay attention to these things, "I think you have already received the order, and you are responsible for assisting in a battle that is about to break out. The opponent is not anything you are familiar with in the past."

"Excuse me, sir, what is it specifically?" Colonel Ogden was puzzled. He has been in the army for 20 years and has fought against Laos and the Taliban. He is so confident that he is not afraid of these... things.

"It's not a thing." Bai Mu felt a little difficult to express, "It is a kind of war machine, and its combat capability cannot be estimated, so it needs heavy firepower output."

Colonel Ogden is still confident: "Our main battle tanks are equipped with armor-piercing bombs, and fighter jets are equipped with aerial bombs and ground-penetrating bombs. In addition, the Ministry of Defense and the White House Office have updated their orders to authorize you to use tactical nuclear bombs."

"This... has enough firepower." Bai Mu felt that there was no need to talk nonsense anymore. The tactical nuclear bombs were ready to be activated, so it should be a sure thing.

"Please give instructions, sir!" Although the colonel felt that in the United States, it is impossible for the enemy to use so much firepower, the Mexican next door?Just kidding, dare to come here and beat him to death in minutes!
But obeying orders is the bounden duty of a soldier no matter which country he is in.Bai Mu is also reasonable: "In terms of combat tactics, you are in charge, and I am only in charge of instructing the main targets."

"Understood, sir!"

"Now assemble your troops and reach the destination as soon as possible."

Although the people have arrived, it is impossible to leave the equipment immediately. The secret weapon unloaded from the transport plane also takes time to install.Bai Mu lost his patience after watching it for a while.

It's better to look at the rows of main battle tanks in the base. These are the famous M1A2, which is the latest SEP version. It adopts digital command and communication in a large area, which is more suitable for modern operations.

Bai Mu became interested in it: "How is the maneuverability of the new version? How much fuel per [-] kilometers?"

一名校官介绍：“0-32加速控制在7秒内，最高时速70公里每时，1500匹马力的燃气轮机作用下，满油能跑450公里。”

"Pretty!"

It looks much more domineering than any bulletproof car. In Xinmo, a sparsely populated place, Bai Mu just stared at it. Speaking of which, who doesn't like a big guy?
The popularity of SUVs is justified. I am tired of driving the American style, and now I want to change to a bigger and thicker one. The car is nearly 10 meters long, 3.6 meters wide, and weighs 67 tons. No car on the road can be more aggressive than it.

A few minutes later, Bai Mu climbed into the M1A2, fiddled with it a few times and started it.In fact, it is not difficult to drive a tank. The T-bar is controlled, the accelerator is on it, and there are two types of brake pedals. When the forward gear is in place, it will start to move.

The only thing that is not suitable is that in the closed state, the tank driver drives lying down, and his field of vision is extremely limited. If he wins the opponent, it is a typical win by lying down.

Bai Mu couldn't stand the lying position, so he opened the hatch to reveal his head, changed into a sitting open position, and then greeted Xiao Luo, "Boss will take you for a drive!"

The soldiers and their subordinates watched as the chief drove out in a crooked tank...and almost knocked down the gate of the barracks. Only then did his subordinates react: "Send some cars to follow!"

No one can stop the chief if he wants to run around, but as a subordinate, he must ensure the safety of the chief. Three armed Hummers and two infantry vehicles keep up.

"Give me one with more space!" Of course the red tank can't stay in the barracks, it's so boring!A military truck was picked, just big enough to accommodate his size.

Bai Mu directly drove the tank out of the barracks. Outside was the endless yellow land of the Gobi. New Mexico has a very small population of just over 200 million. It is sparsely populated and very suitable for... drag racing!
"They're going to catch up, come on! Give it another shot!" The little screw lying on the tank was more excited than him - he almost forgot that the little yellow hair had road rage.

The throttle is directly at the maximum, and the gas turbine equipped on the M1 tank explodes and roars. Its prototype comes from the turbine engine of a helicopter. The advantages are fast acceleration and strong maneuverability.

"It's about to be overtaken! It's the red tank!" Xiao Luoluo lay on the turret, helping to look behind, "Don't let it go with your left hand! Don't let it go!"

"Roger that!"

Bai Mu grinned, the tank with a speed of nearly 6 per hour slammed to the left, the 6×[-] truck behind quickly slowed down, and the red tank failed to overtake.

The little screw turned over, laughed and patted his belly: "Dude! Your car doesn't seem to work!"

The red tank driving was also smiling, and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Touch my truck, it's not like an egg hitting a rock!"

And although he is strong, he is not stupid. If you kill the boss one after another and make him lose face... you will definitely be praised for being a good man, so I will reward you as a naval captain in the Nevada desert.

"Where is our destination? Forget it, let's soar along the road!" Bai Mu put down the walkie-talkie, fiddled with the inside of the car, and found something good!

This tank actually had an external high-power loudspeaker. He connected it to his cell phone, turned up the volume, and the DJ just started walking. (Tanks usually don't have horns, but some can, such as shouting to the demonstrators)

"I buy it!"

Like a mad cow, he raced all the way and played DJ's tank outside. This strange formation shocked the passing drivers!
Passers-by hurriedly turned the steering wheel and rushed to a safe place on the side of the road. The family of three who were traveling had three pairs of unbelievable eyes staring out the window without blinking.

The family's son suddenly came to his senses and took the camera to take a picture: "Oye! The real western style!"

The camera took this picture: a huge M1 tank occupied two lanes, rolled up the yellow sand all over the sky and raced on the road, and played a hot DJ outside, rumbling and flying past them.

There were several Hummers and eight-wheeled armored vehicles chasing after him, and then there were three American tourists yelling at the side of the road, shouting long live America, admiring this kind of power.

The drivers I met along the way were all shocked!Bai Mu also thinks this is the Wild West!In New York, there are many tall buildings and there is no environment at all. In California, there are dense vehicles, and it is impossible to go crazy.

But here, there is no one in a radius of ten miles. He drives on the highway for a while, and the Gobi for a while, and the boundless sky is my love...no one can stop him.

If it wasn't for accidentally flipping over from behind, I really couldn't stop.

The convoy, which had already been separated, heard the radio call from the boss: "Hey... there is a situation here, my tank overturned."

"What?" The soldiers were surprised at first, and then they couldn't help laughing. What's the matter? In such an open space, you can turn over the flat and stable tank?

The boss is really not an ordinary person... Bai Mu explained: "Is it strange that I rushed up a slope at a speed of more than 60 per hour, and turned over when I hit the abduct hard?"

The opposite party tried hard to suppress the laughter, but even Bai Mu couldn't help laughing, "Get out of here quickly when you've laughed enough! Red Tank, I know this is your laughter, come and give me a push!"

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PS: Ask for tickets for the second watch.

(End of this chapter)