Wang Zhong shouted out and then remembered he was supposed to report the coordinates, so he hurriedly added them and continued yelling, "Ivanov! Here are the coordinates, fire for me!"
After he finished shouting, he watched the enemy loading the shells onto their artillery positions.
But since the anti-aircraft guns were originally aimed at the sky, they had to crank down the guns.
Wang Zhong watched as the gun slowly began to target him—
At this moment, as the tanks advanced, he saw more artillery positions, but either they were unmanned or the guns were immobile. It seemed that after the artillery preparation was complete, the enemy's entire anti-aircraft battalion was down to this last surviving unit.
But even this last standing unit was putting immense pressure on Wang Zhong.
He manned the anti-aircraft machine gun, firing tracer bullets in that direction while shouting, "Alexandria, the direction of my machine gun, see it? Turret turn left 7 degrees! Distance 2100!"
