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On July 30th, at 1130 hours, in the northern shrubbery of Orachi.
Tactical number 427 T34 was slowly reversing from the lowest layer of the tank shelter to the middle platform, so the turret emerged above the ground.
"Good!" the platoon leader of the tank waved the flag in his hand, "Stop, don't reverse anymore!"
The gunner and commander of Tank 427 poked his head out of the open hatch and looked around: "Not bad, apart from the grass in front obstructing the view, this shelter is nearly perfect!"
Wang Zhong put down his binoculars, glanced at the commander, and said, "Cut the chatter, hit the target!"
He stood next to the shelter of Tank 427, having just been observing an officer from the Anti-tank Artillery Battalion set up the targets through his binoculars.
