[Hawkwood War Zone Tug-of-war: 46th, 32, 15 seconds]

[War data source: Alpha Evil Fire Tank Squad, Car No. 3 driver, Corporal Samuel]

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The man gasped heavily, his eyes quickly in front of him, and all the instrument panels were spinning rapidly.

Sweat seemed to have soaked his cheeks, and through the light of the setting sun shining through the gap, illuminating half of his face.

The yellowish brown pupils seemed to want to find parameters from the screen data in front of me that I felt able to survive.

However, through the outside of the fragile armor that was crushed, amputations of insects flashed quickly outside the broken notch almost for a moment.

He had to face the swarm for a few times, and when he was surrounded by the swarm, he switched from his own chariot form to the mecha state.

The target of the insect swarm was not him, but he was in Chongqing, so when there were insects everywhere, he could look like he was living.

The targets of the swarm always act collectively and are consistent. There will be no jumping insects, which will change their attack direction and unit from it.

Even so, for this man, it seems that the hope of surviving is better for him, as if he is becoming more and more slim.

When the swarm solves its attack direction, the huge metals that exist in the center of the swarm will all become their acid waste.

Corporal Samuel, who seemed to have felt his future destiny and was unwilling to die like this, kept gasping for a moment, and then swallowed a deep saliva.

"Please support, this is the No. 3 Evil Fire Tank. I am Samuel. Can anyone else hear it?!"

Among the swarm of insects, watching the hurricane missile vehicles racing away from the distance gradually fade away, he unwilling to open his calling channel and finally contact the other party.

However, it is in that emergency support channel that everything is silent.

"Damn, what the hell is this! Can anyone answer me?! Don't leave me behind, don't leave me here alone!"

Unable to contain his violent thoughts in his heart, he punched hard, trying to hit something, but in the end he could only manipulate his mecha and hit the bacteria blanket in front of him.

And after a few seconds of pause, the silent rescue channel finally rang out a reply.

After thinking about the hoarse electric current sound, the communication officer from a hurricane missile vehicle, saw the Spitfire tank in the distance through the window.

"Sorry, man, but we can't stop anymore. Come on, live on!"

At this moment, my tone was filled with my helplessness.

Because the direction of the attack of the insect swarm is either others or them, at this moment, all the fast-motorized mechanized troops are speeding up their movement speed as much as possible.

They have successfully rescued members of the Spitfire Chariot who, at least what can be called the rest, traveled through the entire battlefield and had dozens of kilometers away from part of the swarm.

Some have sacrificed, while others have not drawn their rescue.

At least you must send the guys you have already protected and covered up back to the city as safely as possible.

This is a few actions they can do, and the swarm has already begun its own large-scale transfer under some circumstances.

The swarm noticed that this small mechanized force was rushing on the bacterial blanket, and the direction they were guiding was Carl's city.

Obviously, when the sturdy fortress of mankind was destroyed, the insect swarm was unwilling to stop, but wanted to try to continue to expand its results again.

The siege tanks in the distance were already roaring with cannons to clear out the bugs that followed.

And what this means, the answer to him becomes unquestionable.

He shook his head with a desperate expression on his face, unable to believe what he saw in front of him, and eventually he stopped his actions.

The energy in the car has consumed 80% and is completely finished. Am I just thrown on the battlefield and become the abandoned poor man?

After a brief silence, he punched the button hard, cutting off the communication.

All energy systems were shut down, all power output systems were shut down, and even the flame system was shut down.

The earth was trembling, and a warning signal came from next to it. The life detection system monitored the approaching of a huge thunder beast.

The thunder beast that was running wildly turned a blind eye to everything he saw in front of him. Even if he kicked it, he might step on two or three jumping insects to death, it didn't matter.

The siege tank group that was undergoing a certain degree of containment and cleaning of the insect swarm, noticed that this huge, seemed to be a mutated giant thunder beast.

Analyze the battle situation and adjust the priority, then aim at the thunder beast, the siege tank turns its shooting direction, aiming at the guy who is running wildly to fire and roar.

...

Finally, what could be heard in Corporal Samuel's ears seemed to be endlessly rolling thunder, and the roar was never stopped.

He personally felt the roar of the siege tanks gathering fire shooting next to the thunder beast that was running wildly. What kind of bombing effect was the situation.

Everything was trembling, if it weren't for the fact that this spitfire tank had undergone a certain degree of structural reinforcement and upgrading.

Under this huge tremor, the machine has long since fallen apart, right?!

The flames and hot wind seemed to be about to rush in through the broken armor, but the high pressure inside the chariot ultimately maintained a relatively sealed environment.

The external metal is slowly melting under high temperatures.

If it weren't for these spitfire tanks, their external armor, in order to defend their own fiery flames, had undergone special and effective treatment for high temperatures.

It may not take long, and ordinary armor will likely melt into a pile of metal liquid in the hot high temperature.

That shut down all the more systematic behaviors and saved Samuel's life at this time.

The only remaining survival system occupies all the output channels of all remaining energy and is operating with all your strength.

With the driver's vital signs as much as possible, the machine faithfully fulfills its orders.

As for the outside of this unexpectedly under the saturation of the tank array, the spitfire tank standing on the ground was only left in the fire.

It seemed that it was burned because of a line, the communication was completely cut off, and the metal fragments splashed everywhere, and flames came over and over again, like cleaning the body of a metal chariot.

Even the huge mecha he achieved himself finally withstand this powerful impact force.

It was the extremely terrifying high-frequency vibration that, in the end, Corporal Samuel, the driver of the Spitfire Chariot, turned black and completely unconscious.

In the dark sleep, he thought he might have died like this.

In this darkness, you can't feel pain, hunger, and there is no endless energy brought by stimulants.

In this eternal darkness, is it already dead? Is death the feeling like this?!

Why do I still have consciousness? Hasn’t death become my final result? What exactly happened?

Time has become completely meaningless in this darkness.

Samuel had no power to resist this almost eternal darkness.

Until a beam of white light seemed to shine on his eyelids, causing him to see his bloody skin under the stimulation of the strong white light.

There was something wrong, he finally opened his eyes quickly in the darkness.

"The driver of the Spitfire Station bus number 3 was found to survive, and there are no clear signs of infection at present."

[Ghost 009A Agent, codenamed Night Owl, access to battlefield data]

"Who are you? Is the war over?"

Samuel realized that self-study did not seem to be dead. In the air, he could still smell the stench of the insects after they were burned to death.

"Answer my question, soldier, are you infected?"

The dazzling fire seemed to have disappeared at this time, and everything was left with pitch black.

Wearing his whole body as if it was specially made armor, the man immediately raised the sniper rifle in his hand, and then pointed at Samuel's forehead through the small gap.

"Infection? Do you think I will be infected if you leave me on this battlefield?!"

The anger after being abandoned was not forgotten for Samuel! He had only been in a coma for a while!

Samuel said angrily as if he was seriously dehydrated inside his throat, and he still said so angrily.

Even though I feel so painful because I speak.

The ghost agent, he still aimed at the other party with the sniper rifle in his hand. After thinking for a few seconds, he finally put away his weapon.

"The other party still has a normal human thinking reaction, and the target has no signs of infection."

Agent Ghost gave such an answer to this matter.

This is like a big man on the other end of the communicator, who is manipulating this ghost agent like a puppet.

Although I don't know why the bugs didn't attack, this broken fire spitting chariot that fell on the battlefield.

But this driver was obviously still alive and maintained a certain degree of consciousness.

Through this ghost agent and his observation equipment, the big man hiding behind him saw the lucky surviving Samuel in front of him.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the face of the other person's still undespaired face. A few seconds later, he gave his orders and instructions.

...

In the end, the ghost agent seemed to have cut off the connection with this big man, and then he looked at the surrounding environment, and there was no activity of the alien insects.

The outside has melted and looks like an out-of-the-art armored steel plate.

Listen to the sound of the hollow metal armor.

Samuel, who was still gasping at this time, said.

"Do you still want to survive?"
To be continued...