"Tactical Report!"
There were enough surprises today, and Kurtz Mannheim spoke with a tremolo.
A painful roaring code came from the horn of the injured Hammer of Steel. It was about to gain a foothold. The sensor listened hard, trying to sort and clean up the complicated code, while staring at the erratic parameters of the Bird Buyi.
"The body is damaged in a small amount, within the controllable range, the captain."
The data officer then started reporting.
"Our side was damaged by 14 units, seriously injured by 3 units, and 11 units were killed, including 7 units of the Dog-level, 3 units of the Raider-level, and 1 unit of the General-level."
This number made Kurtz's heart thrust and the Iron Skull Legion had never suffered such a huge loss.
"Where is the enemy."
"The enemy troops were almost completely destroyed, and the data shows that the enemy still has two enemy aircraft surviving, located at the 458th position."
"Confirm, continue scanning."
"It's doing it, captain."
Kurtz Mannheim took a deep breath and calmed down. Thinking about it carefully, his luck today was not that bad. At least when the legion was on the verge of destruction, reinforcements appeared, and it was Astat.
"It's time to fight back, start a shield, attack speed, and prepare the main weapon."
"Shield expands!"
"Accelerate to offensive pace!"
"The engine has been activated to maximum power, Captain."
Another wave of missiles in front of him fell to the ground with heat. The wailing of a colored war dog not far away sounded even more miserable because it rushed too far forward. Just as a phosphating weapon exploded at its feet, the flames immediately climbed onto its right leg.
"Damn-"
The sensor in the corner suddenly muttered to himself.
"What weapons do these Astats use? They can actually ignite metal..."
"I only remind you once, you can only say this in this cockpit, you have to be respectful outside, the sensor, Astat is not something you can question."
"Yes, Captain...is very sorry, Captain!"
The sensor then worked hard to adjust the scanning device.
"The entire area is in an abnormally high temperature state, and it is difficult to obtain clear images. Captain, the captain, the birdbu meter operating at full power cannot filter the thermal signal interference in the target area."
"I don't want to listen to excuses, sensors!"
"There is no excuse, Captain."
The gunman took the opportunity to intervene.
"The sensor is right. We're in the ambushed beasts, who are very good at using any electromagnetic gathering points on this land to conceal their identities. Now the Astartes' weapons are messing up the thermal imaging."
One kilometer east of them, the remaining Titans of the Iron Skull Legion had launched long-range cover shooting, and the two Raiders were advanced and spraying jets of heavy artillery fire into the distance.
"Order the Legion to maintain attack pace."
Kurtz Mannheim ordered:
"Continue to suppress the shelling, we will go to close to support Astarte."
"Yes, Captain, what a good idea."
Kurtz Mannheim tried hard to focus on the target area, but the aiming system and detection system still found nothing. At this time, the system prompted a tail automatic loader that seemed to have a low speed, and it might be a stuck-up - this thing is like a spindle in a textile machine.
"Technical priest! Pay attention to the tail 9 loader!"
He quickly made a call.
"The fault has been reported to the modulation officer."
The technical priest's reply has arrived.
"I sent a few servants."
After rounds of bombing, the entire swamp was beyond recognition.
The smoke and echo codes shuttled through the air, and the ground was filled with piles of metal debris and rugged lumps of several meters of deep pits.
“Multiple hazardous path alarms!”
Then, the power officer shouted.
“It must be reduced to one-third of the pace.”
"Agree, reduce the speed of travel."
Kurtz Mannheim moved his hips forward, and he could feel the huge body of the Iron Hammer stepping across the war-torn area. As early as the era when the Titans learned to learn, the mentors taught him the terrible stories and examples of engines that ran too fast on dangerous terrain that eventually broke through their own traction restrictions - their pathological haste took themselves away from the limits that the gyroscope and inertial dampers could control, and eventually overturned, and could only helplessly witness the arrival of the enemy.
"Don't go against the lever, make sure that it works slowly and gently to keep us stable."
"Yes, captain."
They were passing through dark oil smoke, which washed the entire cockpit from head to toe, and the phosphorus fire flowed everywhere, carbonizing the body, and the entire battlefield was like the legendary hell of the underworld.
"Stay."
Another step, another step, Tou Buyi was searching with all his strength, but he could only read the shell of the wreckage.
“Where did they go?”
"They haven't escaped yet, Captain, I've found their traces, they're still here."
These hunters, stalkers, and dormant beasts still did not give up on their hunting.
They are hidden in smoke and flames, waiting for the opportunity to launch a raid from close range.
"Reduce the speed to one tenth, rotate the waist and track the target, move, keep the weapon in active preparation."
The upper body of the Iron Hammer began to rotate slowly: to the left, to the right, back to the left, back to the right, patiently conducting a careful inspection of every piece of land in front of him.
“3-4-3 direction, distance of seventy meters!”
Suddenly, the sensor officer made a sound, but the sound was very low.
“I think that’s a hot signal.”
"I think so, the sensor."
"Where is the fire permit, captain?"
"permit."
The gunman activated the fire system, and the plasma annihilate released its rage, and the sensing flow sent back to the system was very sweet and extremely excited, which was exactly what Kurtz Mannheim had been looking forward to.
The next second, a yellow painted yellow painted Gangatt jumped out of the rising flames.
It was injured, one of its legs drooped, and sparks vomited from the heat exchanger on its back.
"Clear goals!"
Kurtz yelled.
"Lock me with the cyclone missile!"
"Yes, missile locking is completed!"
"Five volleys!"
Then,
The missiles blew out of the launcher on their backs. When the real projectile slammed out of the chamber, they could feel the bumps in the cockpit and heard the friction of the loading system stuffing new rockets into the nest.
This is an overkill,
The first three missiles were killed when they hit the back of Gat, and their entire torso was swallowed by the erupted rage flames.
The fourth exploded its cockpit when it turned and fell. It was unnecessary, but it was so refreshing that the fifth lost its target smashed a truck and swallowed up more than a dozen green skins around it.
Gangat, who disintegrated in the fire, collapsed to the ground, and the crew cheered.
"Focus on your posts! It's not over yet!"
Kurtz just finished speaking,
The second dark Gangat blew out from the thick smoke on their left, and the oily color of the shell looked like a colorful elys shining with purple light.
The enemy's weapon group opened fire with all its energy, and the fierce sprints it spitted out made the steel hammer tremble, and its shield was trying hard to absorb the violent impact.
"Steer! Steer!"
It came straight for them...one hundred meters, fifty meters, and continued to shoot.
"Void shield is stable!"
"The target has reached a dangerous distance and is ready to approach the close combat!"
Chapter completed!