"The firepower has begun..."
Just as Muller whispered to himself as he stared at the red-colored sky in the distance, the giant beast that was shining brightly seemed to be praying in a low voice. The track was shaking slightly up and down, waiting for the commander to issue a departure order, and then it rushed to the battlefield with a roar.
Then he pressed his hand on the armrest of the seat cushion and showed a faint smile. Although the "Iron Nail" had not left the production line for a long time, it had accompanied him in the cathedral to fight countless Tyron bugs, and kept firing shells at the hideous alien giant beasts.
Now there are 6 black rings on the barrel of this tank, which means that he has eliminated 6 large targets. His best record is to kill a evil woman beast.
"How can I be so slap in trouble!"
Suddenly, a dull curse came from his side. It was the gunner Eric and Muller's old partner, six years older than him. His art of art saved them many times. Although his bad temper caused a lot of trouble, it was a walking reassurance during the battle. After all, if such a veteran who has experienced many battles and has seen many strange and horrifying scenes can still curse like usual, what else can I be afraid of?
Immediately afterwards, a young and sharp voice came from the front of the car.
"Why are we wasting our time here?"
Driver Merriwether is Muller's cousin. He should have been the captain, but Muller's mother was really worried about this erratic nephew, so she forced him to study and practice with Muller for five years. Now it's the third year.
"Cousin, we should rush over and crush those green pests, instead of marching here."
Before Mueller could answer, Eric replied first:
"Young man, that's because there are already a lot of young boys rushing before you and running to the battlefield to sacrifice their heads and shed their blood."
Merriwether sighed in annoyance, leaning back against the elastic chair, crossing his arms and frowning.
"It's much more fun to beat these green things than bugs. If you miss it, you don't know how long you'll have to wait."
Mueller shook his head and continued to look at the screen. The smoke of gunpowder was filled with smoke in the distance, the thunder was low and deep, the roar of heavy artillery and the strange roar of rockets mixed together, as the wind came.
Suddenly, a team of mechanical wing wings roared over the head of the armored regiment, and the waving wings raised a burst of smoke and gas on the deadly wasteland. These wing wings would approach the enemy and dive the dense enemy.
But just as they were about to disappear from Mueller's sight, two suddenly exploded, and one of them was hit with a wing and the fuselage began to rotate.
Muller held his breath and watched the lonely flapping wing aircraft rising and falling in the air, turning and diving down, falling into the ruthless earth, but climbing up desperately.
Obviously, the pilot wanted to land the plane safely, so Mueller calculated the distance and route distance of the flapping wing aircraft, and felt that its chances were very slim.
But there is no doubt that the sudden attack proved that the greenskins were not far away, and they had been bombed here.
The three wing aircraft were reconnaissance. Although they did not send any messages, their condition was already a signal.
Finally, Muller watched it spin down gracefully, falling into the diffuse dust of wasteland, and swallowed by the vast earth.
Didi!
Suddenly, a rapid ringtone rang and Mueller saw the bright red signal on the screen!
Attack!
"Three companies! Follow the pre-determined direction, assault queue!"
Mueller's roar was trembling and maneuvering, and then the gears that were already ready to go turned, and the engine roared and vibrated like the roar of a beast. Balls of exhaust gas spewed out from the exhaust port, and stones collided with copper were emitted on both sides of the car body.
Merriwether was already screaming when the horror tank rushed forward.
"Come on, come on! Green-skinned beast, let me crush you to death!"
Soon, the engine was raised to its maximum power, driving the silver steel predators to advance and charge ruthlessly on the deserted land.
It is a monster, a strong, heavy, and unparalleled giant beast, running towards its panicked prey in this desolate full of death and despair.
Soon, the scattered and dense footsteps and the roars of various rough machinery were vaguely heard, and the tank regiment had already unfolded its own wide front. According to the attack plan, the first echelon was the fastest reconnaissance company, mainly Taurus armed off-road vehicles. The three tank battalions would form a front triangular formation, with the length of the marching formation about 15km.
After that, there were Chimera armored vehicles spread on both wings, using diagonal formations, the left wing brigade deployed the left slashing team, the right wing brigade deployed the right slashing team, and together with the spearhead in front, covering the infantry battalion and self-propelled artillery in the middle.
Soon, they passed the burning flapping wreckage and could see the driver hanging in the cockpit, who had been swallowed by flames.
And in the faint wind and sand ahead, ghosts swayed and swung.
Off-road vehicles began to shoot and reported on the scale and number of enemies, many, very many, with vehicles, most of them motorcycles and trucks, as well as numerous infantrymen.
As the reconnaissance company turned to the two wings, the tanks were about to face the target.
Muller stared at the observation mirror, he had heard the roar of the beasts, and—
Suddenly, a yellow and black figure was sweeping against each other in his sight.
The next moment, gunfire echoed in the air, and the projectiles passed through the earth, tearing open the rough green creatures.
The howling sounded from the group of creatures, and they seemed to have not realized anything to attack them. After all, the two were seven or eight hundred meters apart, but the gunshots warmed Muller's bone marrow, like a glass of intoxicating wine.
"Hahaha! Kill these bastards!"
Eric was still controlling the coaxial automatic cannon to keep firing, pouring out fire with excitement, and his cheeks seemed to be twitching because of the crazy laughter.
This is the plain, and the greens have no choice but to kill them.
But Mueller saw something.
"Discover enemy armor, Eric, at 3 o'clock! High-explosive armor-piercing bomb!"
It was a truck that was made up of something. It had an ugly strange face on the front of the car, and two cannons with different caliber were installed. It was constantly shooting at the silver lion tank group. There were dozens of green-skinned people standing in the truck behind it. It was shooting at the armored spearhead of the 2nd regiment with the machine gun in its hand, and some of them fired rockets, but their accuracy was very poor.
"Received! High Explosion Armor Piercing Bullet!"
Chapter completed!