Chapter 27 Oh, the Grasslands!_3

Hmm?

Major General Randolph carefully confirmed the tactical number of this tank.

422?

And a white horse?

Randolph, "It's the General of the White Horse! He's riding out in a light tank! Shoot him down quickly!"

The major general naturally assumed that this tank was no different from the hundreds of light tanks that had already been destroyed on the offensive route of the 15.

"Second echelon, swing the gun barrels around! Destroy the enemy light tanks coming out of the city, shoot or capture the General of the White Horse alive!"

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Wang Zhong, assessing the situation from a bird's-eye view, judged that the timing was about right. The enemy had also reacted and started to turn. Right now, it was only individual vehicles turning, but it would be troublesome once the enemy adjusted their entire formation.

After all, he had only 24 T34s, and their level of training was so low.

Wang Zhong issued the command, "Turn right 90 degrees!"

duang!