Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

On the Volga River, the pontoon bridge trembled as it bore the weight of the M1A1 main battle tank.

These steel behemoths slowly moved across the river like an unstoppable death march, the sunlight shining on their smooth armored surfaces, reflecting a terrifying metallic luster.

Each tank weighed more than 60 tons, but they moved surprisingly flexibly. Although the pontoon under the tracks groaned in protest, it still steadily supported these war machines towards the east coast.

Captain Petrovich lay behind a bunker, observing these steel monsters through binoculars.

He had seen many tanks, including the T-72 that the Soviet Union was proud of, but the shock he felt from these M1A1s was unprecedented.

"That's the M1A1 Abrams," he whispered to his deputy, his voice trembling. "The Eagle Sauce's new tank."

"Can we handle them?" the deputy asked, gripping the RPG-7, one of their only remaining heavy weapons.

Petrovich did not immediately answer.

As an experienced officer, he knew very well that the RPG-7 in their hands would find it difficult to penetrate the composite armor of the M1A1.

The first generation of RPGs may be able to penetrate the side armor of conventional tanks, but for modern tanks equipped with depleted uranium alloy and special ceramic composite armor, it is probably futile.

“Aim for the tracks,” he said finally, “or the optics. That’s their weak spot.”

The first M1A1s have arrived on the east coast.

Without any hesitation, the 120mm smoothbore gun immediately aimed at the nearest Soviet fortifications. After a deafening roar, the shell hit the target accurately.

A concrete bunker was reduced to ruins in an instant, and the anti-tank gun crew and several soldiers inside the bunker were killed on the spot.

Then the second, third... and more M1A1s began to land. They quickly deployed to form a crescent-shaped attack formation. Each tank maintained an optimal distance between them and covered each other, like a perfect choreography that had been practiced thousands of times.

“Prepare for battle!” Petrovich shouted, his voice echoing through the trenches. “Anti-tank team, prepare to fire!”

The Russian soldiers quickly took their positions.

Despite their poor equipment, they maintained admirable discipline. Several RPG teams quietly moved forward, trying to get within the most effective range.

Several surviving anti-tank guns adjusted their positions and prepared to engage the enemy; some brave soldiers even prepared simple Molotov cocktails and anti-tank mines, intending to attack the enemy at close range.

However, the M1A1's advanced fire control system quickly detected these potential threats.

The tank turret rotated rapidly, and the main gun and coaxial machine gun began to clear the Soviet firepower points one after another in an orderly manner.

"Fire!" Petrovich ordered, and several RPG groups fired simultaneously.

Rockets whizzed towards the M1A1 tanks, but most of them were either intercepted by the tank's active protection system or bounced off by the heavy armor.

Only one missile managed to hit a tank's track, causing minor damage, but it was quickly repaired by the tank's own repair system.

The M1A1's response was even more deadly.

Their fire control computers precisely locked onto the location of the RPG launch, and the 120mm guns responded almost instantly.

Explosions rang out one after another, and the Soviet anti-tank teams were destroyed one after another.

“Damn, they’re so fast!” the deputy cursed, watching another RPG team reduced to ash by tank fire. “How did they manage to aim so quickly?”

Petrovich knew the answer.

The M1A1 was equipped with the world's most advanced digital fire control system at the time, including a thermal imager and a laser rangefinder.

These devices can lock onto targets and calculate precise shooting data within seconds, maintaining an astonishing hit rate even when moving at high speeds.

In comparison, the Soviet Union's old-fashioned aiming system pales in accuracy and speed.

The situation on the battlefield took a sharp turn for the worse. As more M1A1 tanks successfully crossed the river, the Soviet Union's defense line began to collapse.

These steel behemoths seem to be omnipotent - they can accurately strike targets two kilometers away; they can maneuver at high speed in complex terrain; and they can even quickly adjust their tactics after being attacked.

What's even more terrifying is that their armor seems to be invulnerable to swords and guns, and most of the attacks of the bear soldiers are as ineffective as tickling.

"Retreat to the second line of defense!"

Petrovich ordered, watching his troops retreat under the onslaught of the M1A1s.

He knew that confronting these steel monsters head-on was suicidal, and his only hope was to use the urban environment to wage guerrilla warfare and delay until reinforcements arrived.

However, the performance of the M1A1 tank once again exceeded his expectations.

These tanks are not only invincible in open terrain, but also thrive in urban environments.

They skillfully used buildings as cover, and the tanks coordinated with each other, and the level of infantry-tank coordination was astonishing.

Any Russian soldier who tried to get close would be accurately strafed by the coaxial machine gun; any hidden firepower point would be destroyed by the main gun.

Petrovich and his troops were forced to retreat continuously, giving up their hard-won positions step by step.

His soldiers fought bravely, but faced with such a technological gap, courage and determination could no longer make up for the disadvantage in equipment.

“Call headquarters!” Petrovich yelled to the signalman, ducking through a street ravaged by artillery fire. “Tell them we need air support or heavy armor! Now!”

The signalman nodded and quickly operated the radio in his backpack.

A few minutes later he crept up to Petrovich with a grave expression.

"Comrade Captain, headquarters responded that reinforcements are on the way and asked us to hold out for a while longer."

"persist in?"

Petrovich smiled bitterly and pointed to the surrounding buildings destroyed by artillery fire and the dwindling number of soldiers.

"Look at our situation! We don't have enough anti-tank weapons, and we're running out of even basic ammunition!"

"If those tanks keep going like this, the whole line will collapse within the hour!"

Just then, a huge explosion came from the left.

Petrovich quickly turned his head and saw that an old Soviet T-62 tank was directly hit by an M1A1 armor-piercing shell. The turret was blown several meters high and then crashed into a building.

That was their last heavy weapon and it is now scrapped.

"Damn it!" Petrovich cursed, feeling an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

He had seen many battles, including some that looked like losing battles, but he had never felt such despair as he did now.

The enemy's technological advantage was too obvious, and reinforcements were slow to arrive.

He quickly gathered his thoughts and reassessed the situation.

Now, they can only rely on the city's complex terrain and buildings for cover, and try to delay the enemy's attack through small-scale guerrilla tactics.

Perhaps, if we can hold out until the Dragon Nation reinforcements arrive...